Chapter 13 Goldie
GOLDIE
Ichew on my bottom lip, looking at the man-bear who just spanked me like a misbehaving brat.
I’ve always let others dictate my life, but if I’ve learned anything these past few days, it’s that if I want something, I need to take it.
I want Marcus as much as I want Kieran and Adrian.
So, as dominant as he is, I’ll obviously have to be the one to take him.
I tug on his hand, leading him to the hayloft ladder.
Marcus’s dark eyebrow pops up imperiously. “What is it that you think you’re doing, little one?”
His cool voice sets me on fire—there’s nothing I want more than to ruffle those calm and collected feathers of his. Or should I say fur?
“Taking you for a hayride,” I reply with a smirk.
“Cub,” he growls sternly. “We’ll be late for dinner.”
I pout, jutting out my lower lip. “I’m sure the boys won’t mind.”
Marcus doesn’t reply, his dark eyes locked on my mouth. Obviously, it’s time for some drastic measures.
I tug my hand free, then bring it up to my shoulders, where I playfully shove the strap holding my shift up aside.
A low rumble rises in Marcus’s chest, but he doesn’t say anything or move to stop me.
Encouraged, I push the other strap with a bold smile, letting the garment sag down.
When it catches on my breasts, I do a little shimmy until it pools at my feet.
I’m standing in front of the oldest of the bear brothers in just my thong. I know it’s soaked at the front from the smacks he gave me—I can feel the air cooling the fabric.
While Marcus is still mesmerized by my bared body, I turn on my heels and start climbing up to the hayloft.
“Goldie,” he says, his dark voice following me up like a living entity. “You’re asking for another spanking.”
I look down at him and wink. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck!” he hisses, grabbing the first rung and climbing up after me.
Giggling, I clear the ladder and start crawling away. Marcus catches my foot before I get too far, holding me still so he can cover me with his hard, warm body. His erection presses against my ass, his excited breaths warming the back of my neck.
“You want to make me angry?” he asks darkly, the tone sending goosebumps skittering over my skin. He swivels his hips, grinding his bulge over my curves, and I let out a desperate little moan.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say again, trying to push back against him.
“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 sweet food?” 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 pleasure me.
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.
My hand 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 and pull.
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 this powerful 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.
My hand is still wrapped around his rod, and I play with it as my pleasure builds and builds.
Marcus doesn’t relent, tugging on my nipples, sucking on my clit, growling into my pussy.
After a particularly hard pinch, the dam breaks.
I scream as I flood Marcus’s face with my orgasm, my muscles tensing and releasing in great waves of ecstasy.
“Now, Goldie,” Marcus growls, lifting his hips so his cock bumps against my cheek. Like the good girl I am, I wrap my lips around him again, then bob my head, taking him deeper on each pass.
It’s not long until I’m gagging, tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes, drool and precum covering my chin. Marcus thrusts up into my mouth, wild grunts vibrating against my pussy, where he’s still positioned like he doesn’t need air—only me.
“Take every drop,” he sneers as his whole body stiffens. His cock throbs in my mouth, then thick, creamy spurts of cum cover my tongue, soon overflowing. I try to swallow as best I can, but there’s just so much. I feel it cover my hand, the root of his dick, maybe even his balls.
Once he’s done unloading, I pull back and lick his still-hard cock like a popsicle, then my palm. As his hands are caressing my sides while I clean him, I realize they’re not hands at all, but bear paws. Wild!
“Good girl,” he praises quietly, sounding more relaxed and content than I’ve ever heard him. I’m proud of myself for accomplishing that.
With a huge grin, I turn around and lean in to kiss him. He tastes like me, and I probably taste like him too. But I know that together, we taste the best.