“God damn,” he grunts. “You want to see how I get unruly little cubs in line, don’t you?”
He doesn’t give me time to reply, his weight leaving me only for his hands to land roughly on my thighs. He kneads my trembling muscles, then pushes my legs up and apart, until I’m kneeling frog-style.
“Did you know,” Marcus begins, his callused palm rubbing circles over my buttocks, “that bears love sweetfood?” He pauses to smack my ass, making me yelp into the wooden slats below us. Then he tears off my thong with a loud ripping sound. “And Goldie? The only thing sweeter than honey is your delicious cunt.”
With that, he dives in, his mouth devouring me from behind, his tongue lapping the moisture he drew out so expertly with his rough dominance.
“Marcus,” I moan, my hips pushing back without my input, closer to the source of pleasure.
“Stay still, little cub,” he protests. “I’m starving for you.”
I can’t believe my luck, I think as Marcus inserts a thick digit into my clenching channel.I got lost in the woods and found three of the sexiest men alive. And they all want to pleasureme.
It’s not long until Marcus has three fingers inside me, twisting them, expertly hitting the right spot. Every now and then, he pulls the digits out, and I hear him lick them clean. I swear I’m dripping onto stray pieces of hay, sounds I’ve never made before leaving my mouth. Desperate mewls, keening cries, sobbing pleas.
“We have a problem, Goldie,” Marcus says like he’s not ruining my body. “You made my cock hard.”
“Daddy,” I gasp, pushing back against his hand, fucking myself on his fingers.
“That’s right. So now you have to take care of it.”
“Yes, yes,” I hiss, incoherent with pleasure. “Let me take care of your hard cock.”
I whine when he pulls out.
“Look at me, little cub,” Marcus commands.
With shaking limbs, I do as he says, turning around to see him unbuttoning his shirt. My mouth falls open with each revealed inch of his skin. His chest is broad, defined, covered in soft-looking dark hair with the occasional gray strand. Myhand itches to reach out and see if it’s as soft as it looks, but he hasn’t given me permission.
When he unbuttons his pants and pulls out his cock, my jaw unhinges.
It’s massive! Long, thick, covered in delicious veins that stand out and seem to throb with his excitement. The rounded tip is leaking precum, and knowing that I got him that excited? It’s incredibly empowering.
One day, I’m going to bring this man to his knees.
Marcus lies back and reaches for me. “Get over here. Sit on my face. I want to feast while you swallow my cock.”
I moan like a wanton hussy, already turning around and climbing over him, my eyes locked on the erection calling my name. When his strong hands pull me down, and his tongue makes contact with my clit, I lose my train of thought for a moment, just enjoying the sensations of his stubble against my sensitive inner thighs. But then he pulls back enough to bite the soft flesh, and with a squeak, I start paying attention to the beautiful dick in front of me.
I extend my tongue first, using the tip to catch the drops of salty precum, moaning when his flavor hits the back of my throat.
So darned good.
After licking up the available treats, I grab him at the root, squeezing out more. Marcus grunts into my pussy as I wrap my lips around his cockhead andpull. I’ve never had this kind of girth in my mouth before, and I’m eager to explore—how much can I fit before he hits the back of my throat? Can my lips stretch over this monster? Time to find out!
Using one hand to stroke him in time with the flicks of his tongue against my clit, I open my mouth wide and take him in deeper. I’m practically vibrating on top of him, lust-drunk from the sensations between my legs, and having thispowerful bear shifter at the mercy of my mouth, already so close to the edge.
I pull back enough to say, “Marcus, I’m close. Please don’t stop.”
His hands travel over my body and find my breasts. He tugs on my nipples, making my tunnel clench over his invading tongue.
“Call me Daddy when we’re like this,” he orders, though his voice lost some of its steely composure.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, humping the air in protest—I need his fingers, or tongue, or lips. I don’t care, as long as he makes me come.
“You can come for me, little cub,” he says like he’s reading my mind.
“Oh, thank you, Daddy,” I breathe, then cry out when his lips wrap around my clit, sucking with fast pulses that make me dizzy with want.
