Their Harlot Bride (Bridgewater Brides 7)

“Slate’s wiped clean, remember?” William smiled and leaned forward to kiss my tear-stained cheek. “Now, then. I think we should move on to the next part of our evening.”

“Dinner?” Clive asked. “That stew smells good.” I giggled, and William scowled at him. Clive’s sense of humor came out at the oddest times.

“Please,” I said, winding my arms about Clive’s neck. “I want you both.”

“As my lady wishes,” Clive said, standing with me in his arms. William grinned and darted in front of us, heading for the bedroom. He had the door open and disappeared inside, and by the time we entered, he was already stripping down.

My bottom was still fiery and hot, but some of that heat had made its way to my core, burning me up on the inside. Just looking at William’s hard body and erect cock made my pussy clench. He grinned wickedly at me and laid down on the bed, one hand on his cock, and the other reaching out to me, beckoning me. Clive set me down on my feet and gave my bottom a little slap that made me shriek.

Any other time, I would have barely felt it, but right now, my ass was extra sensitive.

“Come here, beautiful,” William said, reaching for me. “I want you on my cock.”

I wanted to be on his cock.

Walking to the bed, I took his hand, pausing only long enough to bend my head and give the head of his cock a kiss before climbing onto the bed and straddling him. My breasts hung down in his face, and he immediately reached up to plump them as I positioned myself above his cock. I moaned when he pinched my nipples as he tugged me downward, sending little tingles of pleasure running through my body.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Clive watching us as he slowly stripped down. Throwing my head back, I thrust my breasts out, and the slick folds of my pussy rubbing over the head of William’s cock, teasing him. He groaned, and his hips moved, thrusting upward.

In this position, with the plug in my bottom, I was much tighter than usual. We both moaned as he entered me. He felt huge, trying to push inside of me as if there wasn’t enough space for both him and the plug. Was this how it would feel when I was wedged between them? I wasn’t sure I would be able to take it.

“Damn, you feel so good,” William said as I worked myself up and down in small bounces, taking a little more of his cock inside each time I fell while he massaged my breasts. I barely felt the throbbing of my chastised bottom anymore, too focused on my growing pleasure.

“She looks so good, too,” Clive said, pumping his cock as he walked up to us. He took my chin in his free hand, turning my head to give me a deep kiss as I sank onto William’s cock.

My two wonderfully wicked husbands.

Clive released me and climbed on the bed behind me, and my whole body tingled in anticipation. This was it.

William pulled me down to him, his cock fully embedded in my pussy, kissing me as Clive eased the plug from my bottom. I sighed with momentary relief as my muscles were able to relax.

It wasn’t to last, though. Almost as soon as the plug was out, Clive’s cock was prodding at the stretched entrance, pushing it back open.

I moaned against William’s lips at the intense sensations running through me.

Clive’s hands rubbed over the sensitive cheeks of my reddened buttocks as his cock pushed between them. He was as thick as the thickest part of the plug, but the plug had been tapered, and the tight ring of my entrance had spent most of its time, firmly squeezing the notch between the plug’s bulb and base. Now, it was being forced open around Clive’s cock, fully stretching without relief, and my muscles spasmed.

I was far too full, yet I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to feel both of them inside me, filling me—claiming me.

My bottom burned inside and out as Clive’s cock slid deeper, making me writhe between him and William. The muffled noises I made against William’s lips were half-pleasure, half-pain—the burning discomfort of Clive’s cock impaling me warring with the tingling bliss of being so wonderfully full.

“She’s so damn tight,” Clive said through gritted teeth, pulling back, then thrusting in. The dragging motion made me moan again, my pussy and ass clamping down around them both.

William shifted beneath me, his cock retreating, then Clive slammed home, and I cried out. He was fully in my ass, and William’s cock was thrusting back in, filling me completely. It was exquisite erotic agony, leaving me dangling on the thin line of pleasure and pain until I couldn’t tell which was which.

Then they began to move. Clive’s cock retreated, then thrust back in as William pulled out.

I was caught between them, swept away by the carnal rhythm of their thrusts. Clive’s body slapped against mine, reigniting the burn in my chastened cheeks, while William’s body heaved beneath me, rubbing against my clit with every thrust. The sensations were too raw, too sinful, too intense to be borne, yet I had no choice but to bear them.

I screamed my ecstasy between them as they moved harder and faster, overpowering me completely. I was caught in the maelstrom of their passion, ravaged by it, and it swept me away until we were all crying out together in abject rapture. They buried themselves inside me, pulsing, their hard bodies around me, and emptied their bliss into me.

Happiness surged, despite how sore I knew I was going to be tomorrow. I rested my cheek against William’s chest and felt Clive rest his against my back as their cocks shrank inside me.

They were the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I was never letting them go.

I might be a harlot, but I was their harlot. Forever.

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