Page 29 of Mark Us Little Bear
Now, I’m a little curious.
I look around, making sure no one is behind me. Teddy’s soft snores mix with Take Me On by Joan. “Where’s Bradley?”
“In the shower.”
Climbing on a stool, I fish out my phone from my purse while I wait for Ronnie to eat with me. Opening my gallery, I glance to the side when he slides a plate full of pancakes toward me. “I’m waiting for you,” I say.
“Just a few more and I’m done,” he smiles softly, flipping what is left in the pan one after the other. His tatted arms hypnotize me—he is heavily tattooed and I want to feel him wrapped around me again, using those hands in sensitive places, tugging my hair backward like he did in the club.
Blinking, I tap on the picture I saved.
Secret project: I gaze at her soft curves resting on the kitchen island, wanting to press my lips to each speck of skin and map her with my marks. Little red marks. Her gentle breathing slowly increases when I spread her thighs apart, and then her pussy lips. Lapping her arousal with my tongue, a moan slips free before I suck her clit hard.
Oh gosh.Heat pools between my thighs.
“You like it when he brings you closer, stops, and continues?” Bradley whispers in her ear. “You love when he fucks you with his mouth before he stretches you with his cock.”
The dire need to cross one leg over the other is stronger than ever. My clit pounds wildly so I press my legs tightly together. With a deep breath and exhale I continue.
I’ll be eating her for dinner while Bradley plays with her nipples. We’ll make Amber feel like the goddess she is.
My toes curl but…They added my name to their fantasies…I glance up at Ronnie—they must have read what I wrote—but quickly jump to another scene they wrote together.
I push inside her in slow thrusts, letting our bodies glide against each other when I fuck her for the first time. She will beg me for more. She will need it deeper, harder. Slowly her soft moans turn into loud whimpers when I press the wand to her clit at medium speed.
“This is what you want, Little Bear.” I press it harder. “To be fucked thoroughly by us until our mixed cum leaks between your thighs.”
A loud groan breaks free.
“Fuck my cock back,” I command, “Make me come.”
“OMG!” I accidentally spew the words aloud and my jaw goes slack. Feeling Ronnie’s eyes landing on me like saucers, I slowly blink up at him.
“Are you okay?” His brows slightly pinched.
A wave of heat ripples through my body and a tickle lace up my spine. “Yeah,” I purse my lips together. They areso dirtyand my underwear is drenched with how aroused I am.
“Drink some,” he sets a mug filled with water for me.
Taking a few sips to cool down my body temperature, I feel a shadow hovering above me. I catch Bradley’s frame in my peripheral, eyeing the phone over my head. But I swiftly tilt the screen down onto the counter and lock it.
Moving to the stool next to me, he bends down leveling himself with my ear, and whispers, “I saw that,” before he lowers his rounded butt onto the seat.
Biting my tongue, I start slicing the pancakes with my fork into pieces and pile them in my mouth.
“I think Little Bear wants to be spanked,” Bradley murmurs as he eats.
“Shh, I’ll delete it,” I mutter back with my mouth half full.
“What are you doing today?” Ronnie speaks up, thank goodness for that because I don’t want to talk about it anymore.
“I need to shoot some videos for my Instagram then I have tattoo sessions later,” Bradley responds first.
“What do you post on your Instagram?” I ask.
“I’m surprised he hasn’t told you yet.” Ronnie crosses his arms over his chest with a mischievous grin, his eyes bore into Bradley’s. “Frisky Rider.”
I dart my tongue to the corner of my mouth, lapping up the remnants of maple syrup. “The cute biker who dances?”
