Their Rebellious Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 10)

“Jonah!” she cried, although it was James’ thumb that carefully breached her. The ring of muscle was stretched taut, but it was just a start. James was bigger and he’d go as deep as he could. She might have gotten us off our horses so we’d pay attention to her—not that we had our sights anywhere else—but we’d be the ones in charge.

We watched her carefully, ensuring she liked ass play as much as she had the night before, that it was making her aroused and wet.

“You have no ointment to ease the way,” I reminded James.

He stilled, then pulled his thumb from her. We would wait. Her head whipped about to look at us.

“Sir?”

Shit, I was going to come just from her saying that. It made me hot, every time.

“Your ass will remain virgin for a little bit longer. It will be a spanking then.”

James brought his hand down, the crack loud. She gasped, then wiggled her hips.

I wasn’t to be left out and spanked her myself. We alternated, heating up her skin, turning it a bright shade of pink, close to the colors of her slick folds.

“Your ass isn’t the only place we’ll spank, Kitten.”

With a lighter swat, I brought my palm down on her pussy, ensuring my fingertips struck her clit.

“Jonah!” she cried, her head tossed back.

She was aroused by a spanking, the hot sting of it. Her body went pliant, her skin flushed, her breathing ragged. I expected she’d like a pussy spank, but wanted to find out. It was a light swat, but certainly startling. If she liked it, it would make her come.

We watched as she writhed on her hands and knees, clenched her pussy and the tight muscle of her back entrance.

My fingers were coated in her arousal and I licked them. Oh, I wanted to fuck her.

“Are you still bad, Kitten?” James asked, for if she truly disliked it, we would stop.

“Will you spank my pussy again?” she asked.

“Yes.”

We waited, the wind whipping off the tall grass. She was so beautiful, her hair catching the light of the sun. Her dress, all prim and proper, still buttoned all the way to her throat, but tossed up, and she was bare for us from the waist down.

Innocent and beneath, for only James and I to see, a vixen.

“Yes,” she replied. “I’m… I’m still bad.”

I spanked her pussy again, a little harder, then cupped her.

“I’m going to…” She writhed, panted. Arched. “I’m so close.”

One touch to her clit, one more spank and she’d climax.

James nodded and I spanked her once more.

She came on a scream, her body going tense, her eyes wide as if she couldn’t imagine what we were

doing would make her feel so good.

James cupped her, petted her pussy, slipped a finger inside and made her come again.

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