Our Fugitive Bride (Treasure Falls Brides 1)

At that moment, she knew what he meant by hard and fast. After having come twice, she was shocked at how, once again, her body responded, her muscles constricting around and gripping him.

“Oh, Jesse, our bride’s pussy is perfect. She’s tight and I can feel my seed racing to explode.”

Jesse chuckled and leaned down and kissed her on the lips. The feel of his mouth on hers, the way his tongue glided over her lips and slipped between them, sent fire racing through her body.

Gripping the sheets, she could feel another orgasm building within her. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts wanting as much of him as she could take. Tonight had been better than she’d ever expected. Better than she thought was possible and she wasn’t ready for it to end. Even after both men took her, she wanted more.

Was she a wanton?

Each man felt different. Each man’s cock gave her pleasure. Each man tasted different and she knew she was about to come.

“Can I please come?” she gasped between breaths, knowing she couldn’t hold back much longer.

“Yes,” Andrew said. “Come now."

This time the explosion raced through her, sending her spiraling out of control. Screaming, she grabbed the sheets to hold on while Jesse held her in his arms, rocking her. Andrew stared into her eyes and she felt like they were connected as one.

With a grunt, he came. His seed flooded the walls of her pussy, coating her insides. He continued to hold her legs up as they both tried to regain their breath.

“Don’t let it run out. Let’s hope tonight we created a baby. A girl with your looks or a boy to name after Jesse and me.”

Stunned, she lay there for a moment. A child. Oh, yes, she would love if she became pregnant tonight. A family of their own.

The thought of her husband wanting a child filled her with such a warm, happy feeling. Her life before had been empty compared to now.

If only the past would remain in Charleston and not follow her to Treasure Falls.