Their Harlot Bride (Bridgewater Brides 7)

“Does it look like I gave myself any satisfaction?” she snapped.

William and I exchanged a look. She was bordering on being disrespectful. My palm started to itch, but she hadn’t quite crossed the line to where we’d spank her. Yet.

“She’s not used to this,” William said, understanding where my thoughts were leading. He frowned at Sassy. “I—we—understand you’re frustrated, but that doesn’t excuse rudeness.”

“As if you wouldn’t be rude in my circumstances?” She looked aghast.

“We’ve been in your circumstances all day,” I said, reaching out to take her hand and place her palm over the bulge at the front of my pants. I groaned as her fingers curved around it, giving me the first sense of relief I’d had all afternoon. “I’ve been hard as a rock, thinking about you back here, plugged, wet, and waiting for us.”

Sassy stared up at me, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Her little pink tongue flicked out, wetting her lips, trying to figure out whether she wanted to snap again, or if she wanted her orgasm.

“Me, too.” William walked up to her other side and took her hand, placing it over his own contained erection.

Sassy

* * *

I wanted to yell at William that he could have taken care of that earlier for both of us… but then that wouldn’t have been very fair to Clive, would it? I sighed, closed my eyes, and let myself enjoy the hard bulges under the rough fabric of their pants. At least I hadn’t been the only one suffering this afternoon.

What did they say? Misery loves company. But there were far more fun things to do together than be miserable.

My husbands crowded around me, their hands sliding over my body, their lips pressing against either side of my neck, and I whimpered as I clenched around the plug. I was so full, yet so empty. My pussy pulsed with need, and my clit throbbing between my thighs.

Hands plumped my breasts, and someone pulled on my hair, tugging my head back. William’s lips pressed against mine while Clive’s teeth scraped over the delicate skin of my collarbone. My body was burning up with a need I’d never experienced.

“Please,” I begged when William’s lips lifted. “Don’t tease me anymore. I can’t take it.” I didn’t want to be teased—I wanted to be taken. If they teased me anymore, my body felt as if it would shatter into pieces, unable to sustain the level of need wound so tightly inside.

“As you wish,” William said, exchanging one of those looks with Clive, where they seemed to read each other’s mind.

The next thing I knew, I was lifted onto the table and laid out on my back. William flipped my skirts up, stepped between my legs, and hooked his arms beneath them, lifting and spreading my thighs apart. He did not even remove our clothes, just opened the front of his pants, his cock springing free, so he could slide right into me.

Crying out, my body arched as he filled me with one smooth thrust, his cock shoving in and fighting with the plug for space. Sparks kindled through my body, and my muscles clenched down around him and the plug, making William throw back his head and groan.

Clive took my hand—I hadn’t even noticed him coming around to the side of the table—and wrapped it around his cock before he fondled my breasts. I squeezed the thick organ, my arm automatically pumping, although I couldn’t focus on what I was doing. Not with William thrusting, hard and fast just like I needed, while Clive squeezed my breasts.

I writhed, the sudden maelstrom of sensations overwhelming me. I had gone from a plug, sitting quietly in my bottom, titillating and arousing me, to being fucked by one husband while the other tormented my breasts. Clive pulled open the top of my dress, giving him better access to pinch and tug on my nipples, and I keened at the hot burst of pleasure.

William groaned, fucking me harder, faster. My pussy slickly contracted around him, and I cried out with exultant abandon as I finally reached my peak. The anticipation throughout the afternoon had primed my body, and I was reaping the benefits.

The climax was even more intense than usual, whether from the long wait or from my muscles spasming around the plug in my bottom, it was impossible to say. I sobbed with ecstasy, tears sliding down the sides of my cheeks as every inch of my body buzzed and hummed from their expert assault.

“Hell… Sassy… you feel so damn good…” William thrust in hard, and I felt him throbbing and filling me with his seed. I slumped beneath him, panting, my own release finally wrung out of me, leaving me breathless and spent. He leaned over me for a long moment with his eyes closed before his cock began to soften inside me.

I already felt wrung out from finally achieving my long-awaited orgasm… but I still had another husband to satisfy.

I gasped when Clive rolled me over onto my stomach, and my stiff, tingling nipples met the cool wood of the table. After all his pinching and tugging, they were more sensitive than usual, and any movement against the hard surface made them prickle pleasurably. I laid my cheek against the table, meeting William’s eyes. He gave me a lazy grin.

My skirts, which had fallen over my legs when I rolled, were flipped up, baring my bottom. Fingers gripped my hips, and the head of his cock rubbed against my slick, swollen pussy. I whimper

ed as little zings of pleasure sizzled through my insides, feeling exquisitely sensitive after William’s rough pounding and my own intense orgasm.

Not that I would ask Clive to stop.

He thrust in just as hard and fast as William had, and I cried out, shutting my eyes against William’s avid expression as he watched Clive ride me. The new position meant every time Clive slammed home, his body pressed against the base of the plug, making it feel as though both it and his cock were shoving into me at once. My body spasmed around the invaders, the powerful stimulation making my senses shriek.

Clive’s fingers gripped my hips tightly, pinning me to the table in a feat of fierce, raw lust, he vented on my all-too-willing body. Even as tears began to slide down my cheeks again, the intensity of the pleasure running through me becoming almost painful, I loved every second of it.

The feeling of him inside me, the slippery wetness of William’s cum easing his passage, William’s eyes watching us with pleasure, even though he’d already taken his fill…