Page 112 of Mark Us Little Bear
“That’s right, baby. We want to hear you.” I growl into his ear.
Their moans blend and it’s music to my ears.
“You feel so fucking good,” I nip a speck of skin on his neck, grazing my teeth over it, again and again.
Slam. “You’re so tight.” Slam. “So fucking perfect.” Slam. “Wanting to feel my thick spurts of cum inside you. Don’t you?” My jean chain clinks with each thrust at the bottom.
“Yes. Yes.” He brings his hand up and fondles her breast. “I think I’m going to come.”
“Hold it a little longer,” I groan.
A sheen of sweat covers Amber’s forehead and my lips pull to the side. It’s us who put it there. Our mark. Our claim. Our token. She is ours. And they are mine. And I will protect them with my all.
The peak is building inside me. My muscles are taut. I increase our pace, thrusting in and out like a madman.
“Ahh.”
We all moan as the climax arrives, giving it a few good thrusts before we stop to catch our breath.
“I love a quickie at work in the boss’s office.” I groan.
Amber palms my cheek and Ronnie’s, staring at us with her blown-out pupils and adoring eyes.
Serenity spills out of her pores.
“Let’s go for a ride. It’s my only day shift.”
Our adventurous, Little Bear.
Let’s make another wish come true.
Ronnie
Her fingers tap against the wind as the golden hour rides by our side. My eyes are glued to her, ensuring she’s safe to ride freely without a care in the world. On her other side, Bradley does the same.
Nothing will break the smile on her face. Even if I can’t see it right now, I feel it with every fiber of my being.
We ride outside the city—Bradley’s idea—to get to some abandoned area.
Her hands clutch the handles tightly. Back curved, and ass waiting to be spanked. We line our bikes on either side of her, slowing our speed in sync. I land my palm hard on one ass cheek while Bradley slaps the other at the same time.
“Are you pumped, Little Bear?” Bradley asks, leading us to a hidden path of some unoccupied parking lot. “We have ten minutes to do this, do you like the thrill of danger?”
“What are we doing?” She drops her kickstand and the sound of her engine dies as she pulls her helmet off. “It’s getting pretty late.”
“I’m feasting on your pussy and then fuck you on top of the bike while Ronnie makes you gag around his cock, sounds good?”
Her pinched brows slowly loosen as a smile grows across her face.
I toss my gloves on the tank, shooting my leg back and off the bike. I remove her bottom clothes and shoes quickly and put them inside my backpack.
Her eyes scan the area to ensure no one’s here.
“Don’t worry we’re surveilling the area.” I place her chin between my thumb and forefinger, stretching her bottom lip until it pops back up.
I love doing it.
“Are you going to fuck me with your helmets on?”
