Page 101 of Mark Us Little Bear
“What makes you think this is the only place we’ll fuck each other?” Flowers bloom in my stomach with the promise of more and the sincerity behind his words.
My fingers skim over his thigh, slowly moving toward his cock as I lift myself on top and come down around him. Feeling his head slowly slip in.
“Amber, you’re sore.” He hisses as I roll my hips, feeling him swelling inside me.
“I’m okay, if it hurts I’ll stop,” I laugh when the thought crosses my mind. “Or slap you.” I still can’t believe I did it. How could I slap his gorgeous face? It was electrifying. With each slap, my fingers were charged with a pleasant sensation shooting up my arms and flourishing in my center.
I didn’t hit him hard but enough to reach our animalistic nature and then he fucked me senseless.
“Are you thinking about it?” He asks, smirking.
Every soft touch makes me lightheaded. I breathe in the way we mold into each other. My fingers lace in his hand as he reaches out to me, bringing his other too.
“I’m right here with you.” My voice comes out airy.
I let go, glancing at Bradley’s tatted back and smile.
In the stormiest seas, it can’t be windy forever. Sometimes when a tidal wave strikes the only way out is within.
“Amber, I want every piece of you.”
Bradley
“Mmm,” A moan trails off next to me as the mattress sinks and moves.
My lids slowly open as I roll over, finding Amber bouncing on Ronnie’s cock. Her nipples are fully erect as his fingers pinch one of them and make her moan louder.
“You’re so fucking beautiful taking him like that.”
“Good morning, baby.” Ronnie sends his hands to caress my jaw.
“Good fucking morning to you two.” I lean in and press my lips to his, letting him thrust his tongue inside my mouth while Amber continues to fuck his hard cock. She lowers herself slowly, letting her body feel the rhythm as I sneak glances at their slick connection.
Ronnie whimpers.
Under the sheet, my fingers come around my hardening cock, give the base a good squeeze, and stroke my length.
“Dinner tonight. I’ll make pancakes, or burn them, we’ll see what happens.” I whisper into his mouth. “We can sleep all day, watch a few movies tonight, and get to work tomorrow.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Ronnie swipes his tongue across my bottom lip.
I push to my knees and bring my mouth around Amber’s clit. “Keep moving.” I suck it hard.
So fucking wet.
So fucking sweet.
They are already on the cusp of an orgasm.
Her clit glides along my tongue and I know she’s clenching like crazy around his cock, squeezing him so tight he loses his self-control to her. Her fingers lace in my hair, using me to drive back and forth. Those tired hips are so exhausted, they need to rest.
A moan breaks.
The stack of books on the nightstand hits the floor with a thud.
They writhe against each other, and I inhale her clit into my lungs repeatedly until the climax subsides.
“You’re a beautiful mess.” I kiss her belly. “Both of you.”
