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

Dropping down onto my hands and knees, I turned as Logan knelt on the bed next to Ford. Two large cocks were directly before me. Ford’s was thick and long, the dark crown red and eager. A pearly drop of fluid seeped from the slit in the middle. Logan’s was just as impressive, but he stroked it as I watched.

“Show us, love,” Logan said, his voice rough. “Prove you are ready to belong to both of us.”

The way the men looked down at me, with arousal keen in their faces and in every hard line of their bodies, I could feel my nipples harden. I was between them, right where I wanted to be. I was sheltered, protected. Cherished. I knelt before them and I wanted to worship them both.

I took Ford’s cock in my hand in the tight grip he’d shown me and with a flick of my tongue, licked away his salty essence. He growled as I swirled my tongue around, then took him deep. He was silky soft and tasted divine. I closed my eyes and settled in to my task, pleasuring him.

When his hands tangled in my hair, I knew he was correct. I did hold power over him. I was the

only one who could make him this desperate, out of control and needy. I was the only one to give him the pleasure his body desired. To fulfill every one of his carnal needs.

“Don’t forget Logan,” Ford murmured.

With one last suck, I pulled off Ford and swiveled to take Logan’s cock deep. He still held the base and I braced my hands on his muscled thighs for balance.

I had no idea how long I went from one to the other, pleasuring them, tasting their fluid as it painted my tongue.

“Enough,” Logan growled. I pulled back and looked up at him through lowered lashes. I’d pushed them close to the brink.

Dropping to the edge of the bed, he held out his hand and I took it, letting him help me to my feet. He spun me about to face away from him. “Show Ford what’s his.”

Tipping up my chin, I met Ford’s gaze, but he wasn’t looking at my face, but my body. Rolling my shoulders back, I thrust my breasts out for him to see. His nostrils flared at the sight and I lifted my hands to cup each one, making sure my pebbled nipples stuck out in invitation.

Hooking an arm about my waist, Logan pulled me back so I was directly in front of him, then walked us both forward until my thighs met the edge of the bed. I stood directly in front of Ford, his eyes devouring me, tracing my body with his gaze when I wanted his tongue.

With one large hand, Logan found his way up my belly to take a breast, playing with the nipple. My hands fell away at the sharp feel of his teasing and I dropped my head back onto his shoulder, giving them complete access to my body.

While Logan played with my nipple, Ford reached forward, his fingers diving into my hot, wet core. “She’s dripping,” he growled.

Ford’s eyes flared as he replaced one finger with two. I moaned and pushed against his hand, eager to feel his touch on my clit.

“She likes to suck her men’s cocks.” Fingers deep in my pussy, Ford leaned forward, taking the nipple Logan held for him deep into his mouth.

I did love their cocks, but I couldn’t reply. Pressed between them, my mind had given up the sound of words. All I could do was feel.

“Do you think she will like our cocks filling her holes?” Behind me, Logan lowered his hand to trace the curve of my ass before moving lower, gathering a bit of my wet pussy juices on his fingers. They both stretched me, Ford from the front, and Logan from behind, filling me nearly as full as they did with their huge cocks.

With a growl in my ear that meant he was on the edge of losing control. Logan abandoned my pussy lips to explore my back entrance with his wet finger. He didn’t play, but quickly worked a finger into me.

I breathed deep at the feel of him penetrating me there.

Ford lifted his head from my breast, but left his fingers deep in my pussy. I had one of my men filling each hole already, and I was about to beg them to fuck me. I needed them to fuck me, to fill me up and make me theirs forever. I wanted to come all over their cocks, squeezing them, milking them with both of their hard lengths buried deep inside me.

Without breaking eye contact, Ford reached for the jar of ointment on the dresser. He held it up and Logan released my breast to twist off the lid.

Logan dipped two fingers in as Ford held the jar. Logan’s finger returned to my forbidden entry and worked the lubricant into me. Again and again they did that, ensuring I was slick and coated, inside and out. Not just one finger filled me, but two and I groaned as he nudged them deeper and deeper, all while Ford continued to fuck my pussy with first two fingers, then three.

When Logan was satisfied that I was ready, he nodded and they both removed their hands from my body.

I whimpered and swayed forward, Ford catching me by the shoulders and claiming my mouth with a soul-searing kiss as Logan settled on the bed with his back pressed to several pillows that were leaning against the headboard.

When Ford was finished kissing me, he swatted me on my bare bottom with a playful grin. “Get up there and give Logan a kiss.”

Feeling like I was floating with happiness, I crawled to the head of the bed and kissed Logan, his touch and tongue taking me, exploring me with a gentle command that made me melt into him. I was ready to give my men anything. Everything.

When the kiss ended, Logan lifted his hands to my waist and flipped me around so I faced Ford, who now knelt between Logan’s spread feet.

Ford moved forward, and Logan let go of my waist as Ford took over holding me in place. I knelt, my knees on either side of Logan’s hips, his huge cock aligned with my tight rosette.