Page 119 of Mark Us Little Bear
“Never.”
I swear I don’t need to do anything because watching them is the embodiment of entertainment. It never gets boring. It never gets too silent and even then I find comfort in it.
Piper’s phone vibrates against the coffee table. She picks it up and answers. “Hey Mom, I’m coming.” She hangs the call, grabs her shoes, and heads to the door. “Guys, I have to go, it’s late. I had the best time. Thank you so much for everything.”
“Thank you for joining us,” Amber gets up to hug her, “Till next time, Baby Yoda.”
“See you.” Piper waves at us and Amber locks the door behind her. She rounds the couch and grabs Harley from the table, propping her over her shoulder.
“Keep playing and maybe… scooch closer.”
We do until our thighs press against each other.
“Like that?”
“Yes,” she smiles softly, “So obedient.”
“Just say the word and we’ll dominate you, Little Bear.” Bradley challenges before she lifts her leg with a smirk, digging her heel into my chest.
“Take it off.” She flicks her eyes at me, looking like an evil little bear with her adorable onesie.
I knew she wore those heels on purpose.
I slowly round my hands around her ankle and unfasten the black strap, using the other to tug it off. Our eyes locked. Not a single beat passes where we lose our eye contact. No blinking is allowed.
I press my lips to her bare feet and kiss it.
“Good.” She lowers her leg down, dragging it over the bulge in my pants. “I didn’t say you could stop playing.”
I grab the controller and tighten my grip as a low rumble builds in my chest.
She does the same to Bradley with the other heel, giving him the same treatment and he groans when she rubs her foot against his confined cock.
“Take off your shirts.”
We comply in a heartbeat.
Smacking her red lips together, she leans over me and presses them to my chest, neck, and abdomen, trailing more down my arms. Amber doesn’t stop until I’m filled with red kisses all over my mid and upper body.
Then she moves to Bradley and does the same, marking us with her gorgeous imprint.
She places Harley on the couch beside me and kneels between my legs. Her small fingers unzip my jeans and pull out my erection.
I’m already hard for you.
I gasp at the feel of her stroking me as I try to focus on the racing game we started. I clear my voice when she withdraws to take out Bradley’s cock.
I sneak a glance and bite my lip as I watch her hands work him hard, stroking his cock up and down.
“Fuck, this is hard. I think I just went straight into a tree.” He groans in pleasure.
“You better keep playing because whoever wins gets to fuck me.” That little tease presses her lips to his head and suck.
I smile because I’m leading but I’m dying to stop and watch them.
“Omg, stop. Stop. Stop.” He whimpers, his voice rising up and down. “I’m going to c-come. I’m extra sensitive today.”
She doesn’t, giving a few more strokes and suctions, blinking back tears when she starts to gag but never eases until she finishes him. “Bring me, Harley, fast!” She commands and grabs her bat from my hand, letting his cum smear all over it.
