Page 96 of Mark Us Little Bear
“Are you ready?” Bradley asks.
“Just a little more,” I reply.
“Take as much time as you need. We’re adding another finger.” Ronnie says.
I start rocking my hips a little, grinding against them. This feels intense, and I have no idea how they would feel inside me. Together. But if I die tonight with two cocks inside me at least I go out with a bang.
“You’re clenching again.” Bradley’s fingertips run feathery along my right leg. “Listen to her tiny giggles, are you ticklish down here?” He tickles me behind the knee, and electricity crosses my body—the atmosphere is charged with it too. The space is infused with dangerous sexual desires and reeks of perfectly crafted sins.
“I’m ready.”
Bradley lifts me like I’m a feather who weighs nothing while Ronnie brings himself across the mattress and lies down. Once he is good he drops me on top of him and settles behind me.
My tired eyes meet the blue flakes in Ronnie’s, a calm sea flashing its storm on the horizon. “You’re in control. We don’t move unless you tell us to and you can always stop it.”
I lean down for a kiss and return to hover above him.
“We got you,” Bradley adds, rubbing his palms over my ass cheeks. “I’ll slowly insert us in. I’ll start with Ronnie.” He grabs his cock and Ronnie groans at Bradley’s touch.
“You like feeling him?” I ask.
“Yes.” He gasps and his cockhead is slowly guided into my warmth.
We curse together as my walls swallow him in, joined once again.
“If I die pressed to Bradley and buried deep inside you, I’d die a happy man.”
“No one is dying under my watch, are you ready for another?” Bradley asks before he shoves his face between my ass cheeks and feasts on me.
“Mmm, oh my g—”
Ronnie palms my breasts and twists my nipples and the fire in my core burns wilder. My clit pulses fervently and there is only one thing missing.
“Get inside me, Bradley.”
“Make room for me, damn, what are you feeding this monster.”
“Shut up,” Ronnie says as he cups my cheeks.
Bradley’s fingers shift and rearrange their angles until they slip together, oh so slowly. “Easy. Breathe for us. Tell me if this feels better.”
The stretch is overwhelming yet so fucking thrilling, tingles burst inside my ears and a shiver licks up my spine. I feel so full and they keep on coming. My nerves come to life. My body stretches for them, the pressure they build inside me is divine.
“It feels good,” I moan, clutching the sheets and tightening my grip as the sensation becomes overwhelming. “I feel stuffed.”
“Do you need me to stop?” Bradley asks.
“No.”
“If it hurts you will tell us right?” Ronnie grabs my neck.
They go deeper and a sense of relaxation and surrendering kicks into my system.
“I will. Now, fuck me.” Because I can’t take it for much longer when all I want to do is clench around our magnificent connection.
They hold my hips to keep me steady as they start pumping themselves. My breath gets lodged in my throat and we whimper loudly—our moans paint the room and change every memory that once existed within this space.
It belongs to us.
