Their Conquered Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 9) (Grace Goodwin)

Her gasp was my reward and I walked forward until I was hip deep in the ice-cold water. It did nothing to diminish my ardor, for my cock jutted up toward my navel, ready for her. I lowered myself, washing quickly. Ford stripped, too and strode into the water, scooping water up and using a cloth to scrub his body clean.

I rose from the water, grinning as I saw our passionate young bride standing stock still and staring. Her mouth was open and her eyes were squarely on my cock. I walked to my horse, drying off with a blanket as Ford left the water behind and closed the distance to our bride.

We had discussed how this would happen many times. We’d walked through a hundred different scenarios, discussing the best way to seduce a woman, what it would be like, how we’d take her. Claim her. Make her ours. We didn’t need to talk, not now. We both knew exactly what we wanted and it was Lizzie. No other woman would do.

I heard Ford begin our seduction, asking the first question we needed an answer to. “Are you virgin, Lizzie? Have you ever lain with a man?”

She stumbled backward a pace, then held her ground. Clearly, she was not used to having a naked man, dripping with water, ask her about her maidenhead. I was pleased she didn’t run away screaming, but knew having me stand directly beside Ford would be too much for her. Blanket around me, I wandered to the horses and hid myself somewhat from view, giving our bride the illusion of privacy with Ford.

“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” she squeaked.

Ford shook his head. “No. Please answer my question.”

“Your… question?”

“Have you been with a man before?”

I held my breath awaiting her answer. It didn’t matter if she had, for she was ours nonetheless, but knowing we would be the first—and only—men to fuck her was potent.

“No. I mean, yes.” She shook her head with a nervous laugh and tried to look everywhere but at Ford. Her chin even went up so she’d have to look at his face and not his bare body. “I mean, I’ve never…”

Ford stepped forward and pulled her into his arms—she, fully dressed, Ford, as naked the day he was born. Her words faltered and I stepped out to watch once more as she closed her eyes, standing stiff in his embrace.

“Have you found release, Lizzie? Have you touched yourself? Have you cried out alone in the night, wishing for a man’s touch?”

She shook her head in earnest now, her face red with embarrassment. Shame. “I can’t. It’s wrong. I can’t…”

“I’m your husband. There’s nothing wrong about my hands on you.”

“But Logan—”

“Logan thinks you’re beautiful, too. I like knowing he’s watching as I take off your dress.” Her chest heaved as Ford began undoing the buttons at her neck. She didn’t fight him, but stood still as a frightened bird caught in a trap. Her eyelids fell closed.

“But?

??”

“Shh,” he crooned, silencing the last of her resistance. “Shh. Such a good girl.” Ford didn’t speak again until she stood naked before him. My cock roared to life as I took in the generous fall of her breasts, the dark hair between her thighs, and the ripe curves of her waist and hips. I wanted to touch. I wanted to taste. I wanted to explore every single inch of her. My balls ached to fill her.

Ford kissed her as I stalked closer, waiting for the perfect moment, for Ford’s cue to join them.

He must have been good with his tongue, for she swayed and pressed her naked body to his without restraint. Her soft cries were music to my ears and I stepped up to them, just out of arms’ reach of our new wife.

Ford held her face between his hands and kissed her closed eyelids. “Do you trust me, wife?”

“I—” she sighed. “Yes.” There was no hesitation in her answer and my cock jumped as if she’d stroked it with her tongue.

“Keep your eyes closed.” Ford scooped her into his arms and walked to where I’d laid my blanket over a patch of soft grass. I knelt on the edge and he settled with her in his lap, his kiss ensuring she didn’t notice my presence until he had her exactly where he wanted her. Leaning back against a saddlebag, he settled her so her back was against his chest. Ford hooked his ankles around hers, spreading her legs wider and wider. I shifted then so I knelt between her parted thighs, her glistening pink pussy on perfect display. I couldn’t wait to taste her.

“Are your eyes closed?” Ford asked, although I could see they were.

“Yes.” Her voice was barely there, a hasty thread of sound.

“Good girl,” Ford added. “If you move without permission, lie to me or disobey my commands, you will get a spanking on your bare bottom. Do you understand?”

She scrunched up her face in confusion. “You’ll… you’ll spank me?”

“Mmm,” he murmured against her ear. “I am beginning to think you would rather enjoy my firm hand on your bare arse.” He pinched her nipples as he spoke, his lips tracing the elegant lines of her neck. “It’s time to explore your pussy, wife. Are you ready?”