Their Reckless Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 11)

“You’re so beautiful,” I said honestly.

She was pink. So pretty with the slick folds, her clit all but begging me to touch it. And then there was her little virgin opening, never before seen by a man, let alone fucked. Though I’d pushed my fingertip into her earlier at the other creek, given her a few little strokes, it was nothing like what I had planned. This time it wouldn’t be just one finger and though mine would be the first, Hank’s would be the last.

With the tip of one of mine, I circled that untried entrance. So hot and wet, slippery with her body’s eagerness for us.

“Oh, dear lord.” She bucked, then gasped. Her inner walls kissed the top of my digit, as if trying to pull it in. I obliged, the tight, hot feel of her surrounding up to my first knuckle.

Hank kneaded her breast, played and tugged at the hardened tip with his fingers. She began to writhe and shift her hips, uninhibited. Wild. Fucking perfect.

She looked down at me with those dark eyes, this time there was no flare of anger, only heat. Confusion. Need. “Please,” she whispered.

I worked my finger into her a little more, her juices easing my way, although she was so fucking tight. We’d have to take her time preparing her for our cocks so we didn’t hurt her.

“Please, what?” I asked. “Please more of my finger in your pussy, or please play with my breasts?”

Fuck, they were a vision, so pale that I could see the thin blue veins beneath the surface, with pert, large nipples. The tips were hard and pointed toward me, but the outer area had little bumps I wanted to feel against my tongue.

Why she kept them so tightly covered so they were hidden completely, I didn’t understand. Whatever she wore, she would never don it again. Hank and I would have to debate if she would even wear a corset. She was too lovely to be confined.

“Both,” she begged and I grinned. I found her clit, making her hips roll in the most carnal of ways from that light caress. Oh, she was a responsive thing.

Our Grace.

Her body was well muscled, with long, lean legs, full hips, a narrow waist that tucked in without any need for a corset. And her breasts… I could stare at them all day. I could watch as she responded to the way my friend touched her. She wasn’t petite, only a few inches shorter than Hank, even barefooted. She wouldn’t break if we took her roughly. She’d proven her spirit was strong, and I doubted she needed kid gloves. No, she needed two strong men to handle her.

“Grace.” Hank murmured her name as he reached about and cupped both of her breasts again, testing their weight, kneading them. The tight nipples, which poked out between his thumbs and forefingers, thrust toward me and my mouth watered to lean forward and lick one, then the other. Suck on them until I felt her pussy juices dripping down my palm.

I pulled my hands away from her, then stood. We could make her come quickly, just a few more brushes of my finger over her clit and she’d go off like TNT in a silver mine. We wanted her hot, needy and all but begging for the pleasure she didn’t even understand. To be at our mercy, to crave us and what we could give her. Only then would she come.

I had had to kiss her. Feel her against me. Tugging her in close, Hank let go and I set my mouth upon hers. She gasped and I used that opportunity for my tongue to find hers, to explore and learn.

She moaned against my lips and went up on her toes, two signs that Han

k had moved his hand to play with her pussy from behind.

I settled my hands between us, cupped and played with her breasts. It didn’t take long for her to moan and writhe from our attention. She pulled her mouth from mine, rested her head back on Hank’s shoulder and her eyes fell closed. I watched her face as we pushed her into her first climax, my fingers tugging on her nipples and Hank working her pussy and clit in just the right way.

He held her up when she came on a scream, her mouth open, her skin flushing from her cheeks, down her neck and over her breasts. She was so beautiful, so passionate.

When her legs gave out, Hank scooped her up and laid her out on her back in the soft grass. I didn’t wait for her to recover, only dropped to the ground between her thighs and put my mouth on her.

Her flavor burst on my tongue and I lapped up all her juices. She was dripping, her arousal glistening on her thighs, pussy and even the tight swirl of her little asshole.

I couldn’t help but grin as I flicked that taboo spot again with my tongue. Oh, we’d have more than my tongue there. Soon, she’d have our fingers and even our big cocks deep in that back hole.

It was that flick, over the crinkled opening that had her eyes popping open. She came up on her elbows and looked down her naked body at me, her knees splayed wide.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice rough and breathy.

She was fine sprawled naked beneath the bright sunshine, a man between her parted thighs, but had issue with me licking her there.

“Making you come again.”

“With your mouth?” she asked, stunned.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Super slick. “Lay back, doll, and I’ll give it to you.”

“But… there?”