Page 102 of Mark Us Little Bear
I slam her against the mattress and then annihilate her pussy. Every drop of their mixed cum coats my tongue and I’m the happiest fucker on the planet.They are mine.
Their eyes light up as they walk out of the room, noticing the plate of pancakes on top of the kitchen counter. A smile graces Ronnie’s lips and I love the warmth he exudes when he’s treated like this, when he lets his walls down.
They both reach out to grab a piece and shove it inside their mouths, “It’s hot,” I rush to warn but they already wince as the heat hits their lips.
“Oh shit!” Amber spits it onto her hand and Ronnie stands there, mouth open.
“You have no patience.” I grab the whipped cream I saved in the fridge and step before them. I press them cheek to cheek and blow cool air on their mouths.
“Oh yes, that’s better.” Ronnie chuckles. “We were excited to see them alive and well.”
A grin slowly tugs at the corner of my lips. Their eyes are clenched shut, lips slightly parted. They stir up all the deepest emotions within me, whisking them by being their captivating selves.
Amber beams. “At least it was worth the burn.”
“Mouths wide open.” I spray it inside and all over their lips.
“Mmm.”
They moan together.
“Get your asses settled on the couch,” I subtly shove them in that direction. “I already picked a new TV series, we’ll see how it goes.”
“Oh, cowboys,” her voice sounds cheerful as the trailer plays on the screen.
“I think we can rock cowboy boots and hats, is that a fantasy?” I grab the plate and maple syrup as I round the island.
“It could be.” She peeks over her shoulder and shoots a sly grin my way.
“I think Ronnie would be a vision on a horse.” I inhale sharply and hiss as I watch his eyebrow rise, features fill with amusement. “You sexy cowboy,” I laugh as I drop beside Amber. “Can you do a southern accent? Come one, give it a try.”
His eyes narrow. A loud sigh pushes past his lips. “No. But I can fuck you like one.”
Amber
Iskim over the mugs until my eyes lock on a new one with the textBearand a matching image beside it. I grab the mug with a huge grin, warmth spreading from my chest to my core.
As I pour myself a cup of coffee, Teddy runs with a cute little toy in his mouth.I’ve never seen it before.He waits for me to pick it up, slowly releasing his teeth as I bend and grab it. Funny enough, it’s another bear.
A purple bear.
Bradley’s name is written all over it.
That adorable goofball.
He always knows how to make me smile.
“Come on, Teddy, let’s write some words today.” I place my mug on the table by the window and settle down before I put him over my lap.
The photographs that decorate the wall in the shape of a hexagon glint with different colors when I briefly glimpse at them. Only when I’m tilting my head up to take a good look do I notice that they have been replaced with the photos that were taken on our trip to Staten Island.
It’s us dancing in the parking lot.
The ferry boat.
Me in my yellow dress.
Teddy rolling on the grass.
