My toes curled, my legs tried to straighten, and my whole body arched up off the bed at the sensation.
Heat flashed through me, and my pussy gripped down tightly on his fingers.
Screaming into the gag, I blanked out, my mind nothing but glittering, fire bursts of white light.
Mark let out a low moan as he opened his mouth wide and suckled on as much of my pussy as he could fit.
His body shuddered between my legs, and another pulse of satisfaction washed through me at the thought of him cumming.
Licking me softly, almost soothingly, Mark finally lifted his head and smiled back at me, his beard wet with my release.
“You taste like candy. Tangy and sweet.”
I would have blushed, if I’d had the energy. Instead, I was a sweaty, sprawled out mess with that damned t-shirt still clenched between my teeth. When he stood between my thighs, I stared at the sight of his still hard dick, covered in cum. With his broad shoulders, trim waist, and thick thighs he was the epitome of masculine beauty to me. Rugged, hard, with hints of silver hair through his chest hair, the sight made me want to wiggle with pleasure. My mind was hazy, my thoughts peaceful, and even though I knew I had a world of troubles to stress about, I was a freaking Jedi at ignoring bad stuff.
Reaching out, I lazily beckoned him forward. “Come here.”
He did as I asked, grunting when I gently grasped his still hard dick. While he wasn’t quite as solid as he’d been a few minutes ago, he was still thick enough to more than fill my hand. I rubbed his release up and down his shaft, watching him to see what kind of touch got the best response. With my lovers in the past, I’ve always hesitated, afraid I wouldn’t be able to please them, that they found me lacking. I didn’t have that problem with Mark.
He looked at me like I was some kind of sex goddess come to earth as I played with him. His eyes flicked between me and my hand while I worked him. I loved being like this, loved him standing over me in such a commanding position. With my free hand, I indulged myself with stroking the solid, dark hair covered muscles of his thighs. My body hummed in response, the tension slowly building in my belly again as I listened to Mark’s growls of pleasure.
Knocks came from the bedroom door just as I shifted to take him into my mouth.
Pausing, I looked up at him.
“Keep going,” he growled. “Wrap those pretty lips around my dick. Jesus, baby girl, you have a mouth made for fucking. And you like it, don’t you? Pleasing your Daddy Bear makes you hot, doesn’t it?”
I squeezed my thighs together, the wetness of my release making them slippery. Delicious shivers raced down my spine, and my belly clenched tight. It wasn’t just his words that got to me, but the dark, almost decadent tone of voice he used.
The knocking came again, louder this time. Mark roared, “Go the fuck away.”
As the handle rattled, Mark cursed and blocked my body with his own as the door opened.
I reached around his hips, hoping to shield his erection from the view of whoever entered.
Vali bounded through the door first, his mouth stretched in a wide doggy grin as he leapt over to me with his tongue hanging out. A second later, a mostly fawn pit bull with a cream belly followed him, her tongue also lolling out as she ran over to Mark. With two big pit bulls barreling down on us, I didn’t know if I should hunch down to absorb the blow of Vali’s lunge, or protect Mark’s man bits from being accidentally clawed off by what had to be Honey’s paws.
The decision was taken away from me as Honey leapt up and Mark caught her perfectly, completely naked without a scratch while Vali leaned up on the bed and licked my shoulder.
Leo cleared his throat, and I looked over at him.
He lifted his brows and looked downward, to where I was still trying in vain to shield Mark’s substantial endowments behind my small hands.
“Your parents are here,” Leo said in a dry voice as he purposely looked at the ceiling. “Pat and Jan are rather upset. They’d like to see you as soon as possible. Preferably without Mark’s dick in your hand.”
The spell Mark had woven around me that blocked out the real world shattered.
Shifting out of my grip, Mark moved behind me as Leo looked up at the ceiling and asked, “How are you feeling this morning, Layla?”
Choking back my embarrassment, I cleared my throat and squeaked, “Good. You know, other than my house burning down.”
“Can we continue this conversation after she’s dressed?” Mark asked in a dry voice.