Their Rebellious Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 10)

“I’ll fit,” he replied, as if he could read my mind. “Climb on, Kitten. Yes, that’s it. Oh fuck, right there, you’re coating me in all that sweet arousal.”

I felt the broad head at my entrance, pressing in just slightly. I clenched down, wanting more.

“Fuck,” he growled, gripping my hips again and pulling me down onto him.

I was wet and it eased his entry, but he was big and I was untried. Now I understood why they’d resisted working their fingers into me before. He was thick, so thick he was stretching me to accommodate him.

I gasped at the feel and he lifted me easily, then lowered me. I fell forward, my hands resting on

either side of his head. My hair was a thick curtain around us. While it seemed like we were alone, we weren’t. I felt Jonah’s presence behind me, his hand stroking my bottom, my back as I took more and more of James’ cock.

I winced as I felt my virginity give way and all at once, I sank onto him, all resistance gone.

He groaned. I gasped. I clenched, squeezed, adjusted to being filled completely.

Jonah brushed my hair off to one side, exposing the back of my neck. I felt his warm body as he leaned in, kissed me there.

“Kitten, look at you take all of James like a big girl,” he praised. “But that’s not all. You’ll get me, too. Here.”

His finger pressed against my back entrance and my eyes—which I hadn’t even known were closed—flew open. “Sir!” I cried.

While Jonah had told me to call him Sir while I was being punished, I fell into calling him that easily, especially when I looked to him for guidance. He was older, more knowledgeable. His words, whether stern rebuke or sexy admiration, settled me. Even now, with his slick finger circling my most forbidden place and… entering, I let him. He would not hurt me, and so far, only made me feel good, even the spanking. The placement of his finger, it was so… dominant. I couldn’t be any more vulnerable to him. To both of them. And yet, I wanted it.

I looked down at James, who was grinning. Sweat dotted his brow, and I could feel the snug grip of his fingers on my hips, but I knew he was happy. He was deep in me, exactly where he wanted to be. And Jonah didn’t want to be left out.

When he pressed a slick fingertip deeper into me, easily breaching me there, I gasped. Cried out. Clenched down. Oh, it felt so strange. So good.

“Fuck, she’s going to make me come, and she hasn’t even moved yet,” James snarled.

“She’ll take a cock in her ass, too. Not this first time, but soon. She’ll get my finger for now. Take your men for a ride, Kitten.”

I didn’t know what Jonah meant, but James lifted me up a little bit, then pulled me back down.

“Oh,” I gasped.

“Again,” James said, and this time, I repeated the motion on my own. As I lifted, I came off of James’ cock and Jonah’s finger, but I felt empty. I dropped back down, taking them both to the hilt.

The combined feeling of fullness and a bite of pain at being so new to… fucking had me wanting more. I liked it. Craved it, just as I had Jonah’s hand and James’ mouth only hours before.

“This is fucking? This is what it’s like?” I questioned as I began to move, up and down, in circles, working myself on them, following the pleasure.

“This is what it’s like,” James growled, lifting his hips up as I lowered down. Flesh slapped together, breaths mingled, skin became slick.

And behind me, Jonah worked his finger in me in that most private of places, deeper and deeper until he remained still and I moved on and off of him. I was doubly penetrated and I loved it.

“I’m… I’m going to come. Oh, god.”

I was lost to the pleasure once again. It was amazing, and so different than before. They’d brought me to climax, but I’d been empty.

Now, lord, now, I was filled with them. I’d taken them into me, not just physically, but I accepted they were the ones who could make me feel like this. Lost, blissful. Happy. They weren’t taking. I wasn’t taking either. We were taking and giving. All of us.

I came on a scream, but there was no sound. It was caught in my tense body.

James groaned as his body stiffened beneath me, his cock buried deep. I felt it pulse, felt hot seed spill into me, coat me. Mark me, then seep out.

Jonah slipped his finger from my bottom, the sensations there making me pulse and come a little more.

A hand banded about my waist once more as I was lifted off of James’ cock and flipped about, tossed onto the bed. James stood as Jonah moved over me, leaning down so our eyes met. He’d yet to find his satisfaction, only adding to mine.