Their Rebellious Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 10)

“Shh, I’ll give you more,” Jonah vowed, slipping his finger from my ass and standing, shucking his pants. Even as I began to ride James’ cock, I watched Jonah, took in every inch of his hard body. The dark hair on his chest, the sinewy muscles, the erect cock. Coating it liberally in the ointment, it glistened in the lamplight.

I wasn’t sure if he would fit in my bottom; he was so much bigger than the plugs. Yet I clenched, eager for him to do so.

“Shit, hurry, Jonah.”

Jonah moved onto the bed and settled behind me. James pulled me into him for a kiss as Jonah put a hand by our heads, leaned over me. I felt the nudge of his cock at my virgin entrance, then press, trying to enter.

I gasped at the feel. I wanted it. I was desperate for it. I took a deep breath, let it out, relaxed. I let them do the work, for I was theirs to do with as they wished. They wouldn’t hurt me. They put me first in their lives, the very center of it. Like right now, I was between

them, where I belonged. I was theirs. Completely.

And yet, they were mine. They wanted me. I made us a family. We were whole. And when Jonah’s cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle that had been resisting, I lifted my head and moaned.

“That’s it, take him. Good girl. Such a good girl taking our cocks.”

“She’s so tight,” Jonah growled, working his way into me barely an inch at a time.

“It’s… I’m so full,” I moaned.

I was lost in them. With them.

“I’m not going to last,” James admitted.

“Fuck, neither am I this time. Knowing I’ve claimed this virgin ass… it’s too good.”

They alternated their motions, one sliding in as the other retreated. Slow, steady and perfect. I couldn’t move my hips, couldn’t wiggle. Couldn’t do anything but feel.

James’ hands tightened on my waist and he came, filling me with his hot seed. His hand slid between us and found my clit, which finished me off as well. I couldn’t hold back my pleasure, even if I’d wanted to wait for Jonah. They were overwhelming.

Jonah fucked me so intimately, in a way that bared me completely. I gave everything to him, to both of them. When he held himself deep and growled, he came. Marking me.

Jonah pulled out first, slow and careful, James following after. I slid to the side, careful of James’ leg so my head rested on James’ shoulder. Jonah tucked himself in behind me, one arm slung over my waist.

Their seed slipped from me, reminding me even when they weren’t in me, they were mine.

“I… I just wanted you both to know, I’m right where I want to be,” I admitted. “With both of you. So much has changed, so quickly, but I—”

“I know, Kitten,” Jonah said, stroking my hair back and kissing my shoulder. “I feel the same way. While it seemed to be somewhat out of our control, perhaps it turned out better this way. Perhaps it was fate giving us all a nudge.”

“I thought it was me,” James said. “I told you we were marrying.”

I laughed. “Oh yes. You are ever the romantic.”

“I will give you romance, in just a few minutes when I recover. And watch the sass, Kitten.”

I pushed up to look down at James, a smile turning up the corner of his mouth. “Or what? You’ll spank me?”

“Always.”

“And so will I,” Jonah said, tugging me back for a kiss.

“Yes, Sir.”

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