Page 110 of Mark Us Little Bear
Come to Ronnie’s office.
Now!
As the door closes behind us and the lock clicks, Ronnie spins me to face him and pushes me all the way against his desk. He leans in, caging my body between his large arms, and spreads my legs apart with his knee.
The phone in my hand drops onto a notebook, smacking against it.
“Fuck, I want your pussy.” His minty breath fans my lips as fire runs down my spine. “Are you wet for me?” He presses his lips to mine, sucking the air out of my lungs with each roll.
“What do you think?” I cut it to steal a long breath.
“Brat.”
He dives into my mouth again, tasting every spot that he craves.
“Tell me,” his voice is tight.
“I’m soaking wet.”
Fingers dig under the waistband, searching for a way inside. “Let me see,” his voice demands but his eyes ask for permission and I nod.
Crouching down, he tugs my shoes off and kicks them aside before he pulls down my jeans and underwear, exposing my glistening pussy.
The beast in his eyes tells me how much he wanted to rip its fabric off me inch by inch.
“So fucking wet already and I haven’t even touched it,” he growls. “Such a good girl.” His thumb pressing over my clit. “Look at your responsive body, curving under my touch.” He nips at my thigh, grazing his teeth over my skin, and licks the inner side.
I stare at him through hooded eyes, rolling my hips against his thumb to get more pressure. His other hand shoots up and digs into my hip, molding my flesh under his firm grip.
He tsks. “Pull out my cock.” Chest heaving, his patience runs thin.
I quickly pull down his pants along with his boxers, enough for his cock to bounce out—already fully erect, thick, veins popping along his length—making my mouth salivate over the view.
“Fuck yes, I want your cock inside me.”
“Yeah, you do.” He wraps his large hand around it, stroking himself once. “You want all of it.” He presses his forehead to mine, mingling our short gasps. I gulp in air as he slides a thick finger inside my wet heat, chuckles, and pulls it out.
His cockhead lands on my clit and the sloppy smack sends a shockwave through me.
“Oh, yes,” I moan, “Do it again.”
His brow arches and with a swift move he slaps it on my clit twice. “You like to be slapped on your clit, Little Bear, look at you moaning.”
“Mhmm,” I hum as another string of slaps collides with my swollen clit. “Fuck yes, this feels so good. My body tingles.”
“Good girl, take it.” Slap. “You were already wet when you eyed me from the bar.” Slap “Did you fantasize about getting fucked in my office through the entire shift?” The knowing undertone in his voice makes my walls clench.
Sliding his hands around my legs, he lifts me to straddle him. “Get on top of my cock.” The urgency in his voice. The wild flash in his eyes. The heat of his touch. They all make my muscles flex with need. I line him against my entrance and push myself down.
“Fuck.”
We curse together as the pressure builds. My mind is foggy as he carries us to the wall, next to the door. He slams my back against it, pinning my hands above my head and thrusting himself inside me.
Deep intrusion and slow withdrawal.
“Yes, fuck me, Ronnie.” I free one hand and dig my purple nails into his neck. “Make me come on your cock, baby. I need you.” I run it down his back and squeeze his tight ass.
“Fuck!” He whimpers and gasps. So am I. “Put your fingers inside your mouth.”
