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

She shuddered in his arms but took nearly a minute to answer. I began to worry she would deny us, but when Ford’s hands wandered lower, toward her wet pussy, she whimpered.

“Yes, Ford. Yes.”

“Good. Keep your eyes closed, wife.” His hands stroked and caressed her thighs as I fisted my own cock to try to relieve some of the ache. She moaned and twisted, trying to force his hands to her pussy, but he was stoking the fire a purpose, getting her ready for me, for my hands. For my mouth.

I glanced at Ford and while we were not mind readers, I knew exactly what he was thinking. She was a vixen, a woman filled with heat and passion. She would not be a frigid bride; instead, a wild wanton who would meet our needs. Just as we would meet every single one of hers.

He had been given the gift of touching her first, but I would make her scream. It had only been a few short hours since we’d seen her, but in truth, I’d waited my entire life for just this moment.

Ford took hold of the back of her knees and pulled them up toward her chest, exposing her pussy and tight virgin rosette to me. It was almost impossible to stifle the groan at the delectable sight. I wanted both. Now.

“But—”

“Keep your knees high, wife,” he cut in. “Do so and we will give you pleasure you can’t imagine.” She whimpered as Ford stroked her pussy at last, his fingers tracing the delicate folds, moving several times to stroke her clit. I could see her arousal glistening there, watched as it trickled from her. She was not immune, she was… perfect.

Ford had deliberately said ‘we,’ but she was beyond hearing until Ford spoke again.

“I’m going to slide two fingers into your pussy, hard and deep, just like you want it.” He did just that and her hips bucked up off the ground. “Do you like that, wife?”

She moaned her assent and I moved forward, ready to take her with my mouth. She was almost ready. Ford repeatedly used the word ‘wife’ to assure her that this was all right, that her lust, her desire for a man’s touch was perfect and natural. Right. So right. We would not be denied, but neither would she.

I met Ford’s gaze as he gently slid his hand from her pussy and rested it on the blanket. With a quick nod, I settled between her spread thighs. Inserting my own two fingers into her wet heat, the hot glide nearly made me groan. Her inner walls clenched down on my digits and I almost came then and there. I wanted to bury my cock in her pussy, pound into her until she begged me to stop, to let her come.

She bucked against my hand, her head thrashing back and forth against Ford’s chest, unaware that it was now me who touched her, me who explored her hot core with my fingers. Me, who would make her come.

I fingered her clit as Ford encouraged her. “Do you want to come, wife?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to fuck you now, fill you with my hard cock and make you mine forever?”

“God, yes.” She wrapped her hands around her knees and pulled them up, higher and tighter, wider, exposing her pussy to me like a pagan offering to a hungry god. Her nipples were tight little pink tips, begging to be suckled. Later. Now I would taste her.

I couldn’t wait for Ford’s slow seduction a moment longer. I lowered my tongue to her clit and latched on, sucking hard and deep as I fucked her with my fingers. She was sweet like honey on my tongue and I was ravenous. I wasn’t exactly gentle, for I was too far gone to tend to her as a sweet virgin, but she did not behave as one. She reveled in having her eyes closed, at the feel of a man between her thighs. Her body relaxed against Ford’s, giving over to the intensity of my tongue, the thorough coaxing of my fingers. I wanted to stretch her open, to prepare her for my cock, for she really was an innocent and I did not wish to hurt her. Our cocks were large and we would prepare her accordingly in both her pussy and her ass.

I heard her shocked cry, felt her pussy clench down on my fingers once again, and I knew she’d disobeyed. I glanced up to find her eyes firmly on me, round with shock.

Ford whispered in her ear, “It’s all right, sweetheart. Logan is yours, too. Your husband. We share everything, love, and we will share you. You’ll scream with pleasure that we both give you. Look at the way he sucks on your clit, love. Feel his fingers fucking you, making you come. Feel how much we want you, how beautiful you are. You are a goddess, Lizzie. We are yours. We will die to protect you. You are safe with us. Let us worship you. Let us make you scream.”

Ford’s hands cupped her breasts, pulling and tugging on her nipples as I devoured her pussy with my mouth and tongue. I didn’t give her a chance to think, simply found the soft spongy spot inside her with my fingers and returned all my attention to her clit, suckling and licking as Ford continued to arouse her not just with his hands, but his words as well.

Relentless, I gave her no chance to start thinking. If she did, she’d think this was wicked, might ask us to stop. She’d think she was dirty for wanting two men, for getting wet for them. For coming for them. It wasn’t dirty. It was perfect between us and I would prove it by making her come all over my mouth and fingers.

I pushed her, fingering her carefully, although with her obvious arousal now coating my hand, she took me easily. I felt her virgin barrier break and she stiffened once again. I gentled then, suckling her clit until she panted and moaned, until I felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on my fingers once more.

I sucked hard then, tonguing her clit until she screamed, her back arching off the ground and her thighs coming down to lock around my head like a vise.

But I had no interest in escape. I would die a happy man between the thighs of my wife.

Once her body stopped milking my fingers, when she relaxed against Ford, I kissed her inner thigh, then sat back on my heels.

Not giving her a moment of reprieve, Ford lifted her, moving her high on his chest until his cock was aligned with her pussy. Taking hold of her hi

ps, I slowly lowered her down, then let go entirely when Ford thrust up, filling her completely for the first time. He was fucking her from behind as she settled against his chest, her hard clit exposed. As Ford began to fuck her in earnest, I leaned forward and claimed her little clit, making her ours forever.

Chapter Seven

Elizabeth