Page 121 of Mark Us Little Bear
“Hurry, she is going to come and so am I.”
I brush my cockhead along him and push it in. Inch after inch I bury myself deep inside his slicked tightness. I have no mercy tonight. I drill him making him push into her deep and thorough, thrusting like tomorrow will never come.
Amber bucks her hips up, needing more friction, wanting more of the sweet pain, and enduring our rough thrusts like a goddess.
This is one of those moments when we don’t have to talk, we just want to feel our bodies glide against each other as our souls sear into one another and combust.
We utter cries of pleasure as our release takes us under a blazing wave.
I will never get enough of them.
Ever.
Every day I feel like I’ve only got a snippet of who they are, even though I’m a bearer of their darkest secrets. I’m a promise of a loving future. I’m a shelter of their tender hearts. It’s not enough, I want more. I want more days of us—tangled in each other or collecting more adventures wherever the wind takes us.
I knew it from the moment I met them.
They are the light of my life.
Bradley
Bradley
I’m uploading our dance videos.
Ronnie
Feel free to tug me.
I mean tag me.
He adds a smirking face emoji.
Bradley
Was that a request or a side note?
Ronnie
How about an invitation, smartass?
I shake my head while a thin veil of smoke gathers around me.
Bradley
Mmm, my ass could use some spanking.
Amber
Consider it done.
Ronnie
Can’t say the same about you, Bear, when we edge you to the far end of your limitations before you come undone.
I end his statement with a bear emoji.
Bradley
