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

I looked at Ford as the tip of Logan’s cock pressed to that entrance and I knew this was the moment I’d both wished for and feared.

I expected him to take my ass then, but he shifted, his hands on my hips pulled me down and he speared my pussy with one hard, fast strike.

I cried out at the penetration, but it wasn’t enough. I lifted up, then lowered myself. With Logan’s knees between mine, he spread my thighs, pushing me open making me go wider and wider as Logan grabbed my ankles. I couldn’t move away. I couldn’t close my legs. I could not escape.

“I need… it’s… oh,” I cried. My breasts bounced every time I lifted myself, then slammed down, hard on Logan’s cock. Ford just held my thighs wide and watched, his cock turning an angry red as I watched. I was spread wide, but I longed for Ford’s mouth on my clit, or his fingers, or his hand. “I need…”

“What do you need?” Ford asked.

“Touch me.” I knew my response was not truly a request, and so did Ford.

“No. Not yet.” He rose on his knees, grabbed me by the nape of my neck and kissed me, his tongue driving down into my mouth as Logan’s cock thrust up into my pussy. They fucked me with cock and tongue, trapped between them, unable to find release. I was ready to explode. Felt like I was dying, on the verge of breaking into a thousand pieces.

The tear was a surprise, but I felt the hot, wet glide as it traveled down my cheek to hit Ford’s palm where he held my face.

He lifted his head, breaking our kiss, and stared deep into my eyes as Logan thrust up into me, fucking me like the wild man I’d named him.

“What do you need, Lizzie?”

“You. I need both of you,” I replied.

Ford looked behind me to Logan and gave a slight nod that nearly made me sob with relief.

Logan lifted me up all the way so his cock slipped free and I whimpered, aching and empty, desperate. Ford held out the jar again and this time, Logan used the lubricant on his cock, coating it liberally. Ford placed the jar back on the dresser and moved back, pulling me forward onto my hands and knees.

“Logan’s going to go in slow, love.”

He moved to kneel before me and he held my chin up, holding my gaze prisoner as Logan moved behind me.

Logan gripped my hips and pulled me toward him to settle me once again, this time with his very slick cock nudging at my back entrance. He loosened his hold on my hips and I pushed backward, trying to take him in. The broad head pressed inside, but not far. Ford’s eyes flared and I heard Logan praising me, telling me how beautiful I was, how tight, how perfect. They’d trained me well, for while I winced at the stretching, it was not painful.

“Take him inside, Lizzie,” Ford said. “Fill that virgin arse with his cock. I want to watch your face as he breaches that perfect hole.”

I kept my eyes on Ford’s as I shifted my hips and rocked backward, slowly trying to get Logan’s huge cock in my bottom. Circling and shifting, pressing back and shifting some more, but I could not do it.

Sweat glistened on my skin and my nipples were hard as little pebbles.

“Breathe,” Ford commanded. “Take a deep breath.”

His dark eyes had me mesmerized and I couldn’t look away. I did as he commanded and sucked in a lungful of air. Logan pressed forward, applying pressure that I hadn’t felt before, forcing my body to accept him, to adjust to his huge size.

Ford nodded and leaned down to kiss me, once, twice. “Good girl. Now exhale and push down. More. More. Take his cock, Lizzie.”

Ford reached beneath me and stroked my breasts, pulling on my nipples as he kissed me. Logan’s huge cock was relentless, advancing in a slow assault that left me breathless and eager for more. All at once, Logan’s flared head spread me wide. Something popped inside me as he breached that tight ring of muscle. I groaned at the thick feel of him and Logan cursed.

“Fuck!”

Ford didn’t look away. “Ah, so beautiful. Now work him in. Nice and slowly. Take your time. Fuck him, Lizzie. Make him lose that iron control. Make sure he never forgets who he belongs to. Make him yours. Good girl. Such a good girl, taking Logan into that perfect ass.”

“It’s the tightest thing ever,” Logan said, his voice rough.

“We’re going to move you now, Lizzie.” Ford pressed back on my shoulders as Logan pulled me toward him. One moment I was bent over, the next I was sitting on Logan’s lap, my legs spread over his hips, his cock still deep inside.

His hands on my hips tightened, but he let me ride him at my own pace. I took more and more of him, working myself up and down his huge cock, just as if he were fucking my pussy, but so slow.

Logan’s hands came up and he cupped my breasts once again, his lips kissing along the line of my shoulder. The feel of his fingers tweaking and playing with my nipples, tugging on them, had me relaxing and I took more and more of his cock into me. Soon enough, my thighs were resting against his and he was buried deep, his balls striking my bare bottom when I lowered myself all the way.

To say that I felt full was not true, for I knew that Ford was going to fuck my pussy too. At the same time. As if he could read my mind, Logan leaned back on his elbows and with his knees, nudged my thighs even wider.