Their Brazen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 8)

Panting, I let my head fall down between my arms.

I heard the men stripping off their clothes but only opened my eyes when I felt their weight pressing down the bed on either side of me. I glanced at Gabe first, all tanned skin and dark hair. Lean lines led to a very big, very erect cock. Clear fluid seeped from the tip and, when he gripped the base in his hand, he used his

thumb to wipe it away.

“We would have waited to put the plug in your ass, but you aren’t a shy virgin.”

I gripped the headboard at his misconception. “I’m… I’m untouched,” I replied, desperate for them to know I was theirs in every way.

Gabe grinned, stroked his free hand over my hair. “Of course you are, but you are also very passionate and enjoy what we do to you.”

Tucker knelt up on the bed, and I looked him over next. His body was so big, so broad, just like his cock.

“We worried our sexual appetites might scare you, but I think you will keep up nicely. It’s time, precious. I’m going to fuck you with the plug in. It’s going to be so tight, so good. Every single nerve deep inside is going to flare to life and make you come so hard.”

I let go of the headboard and turned to him. “I don’t think you’ll fit,” I admitted, worried at what they would do now.

He gripped my upper arms and kissed my forehead. “You’re so nice and wet and soft now, eager for our cocks. I don’t think you have a maidenhead, precious. When I slid my finger inside you, it went in nice and deep.”

I frowned at his words. “But… I’m a—”

Gabe pressed up behind me, his body so warm against mine. I was between them. God, the heat was incredible. “We know you’re a virgin. It just make things easier for you. For all of us. There shouldn’t be any pain for you the first time.”

“Only pleasure.”

Tucker nodded then took my hands in his, put them back on the headboard. Gabe moved and Tucker took his place, shifting his body to be right behind me, one hand still resting atop mine, the other aligning his cock with my entrance.

“Nice and slow, precious.”

His voice was so gentle, so tender, and because of it, I relaxed, the feel of his chest pressed against the length of my back. The soft smattering of chest hair tickled my skin as the broad crown of his cock slipped past my folds and forged inward, but only a little bit.

“Oh.” I gasped at the feel of him parting my tender flesh, stretching me open. He was big, and it was tight, but it felt so good.

Pushing in a little more, he began to fill me. In and out until I was completely full. His cock did fit, perfectly, too, and to the brink. They were right; there was no pain, no maidenhead.

Tucker’s other hand came down to rest atop mine on the headboard, his body completely pressed into mine from knees to hips to chest.

“All right, precious?” Tucker asked. He held himself still waiting for me as his warm breath fanned my neck.

Slowly, I relaxed all my muscles, even my inner walls, which had rippled around on his cock. As if that would stop him. But I had to adjust to being filled. It was a strange sensation, but good. No, much better than good. I exhaled and relaxed and he slipped in a bit farther.

“Yes,” I breathed, nodding my head. “I’m all right.”

“Any pain?” he asked, kissing along my shoulder. He was so patient, even though I knew he wanted to move. His cock had been so hard and ready for me. From the way I was stretched so full, it was even bigger now.

I shook my head and, for a brief moment, reality pushed through my hazy mind. “But… are you… are you taking me this way because you don’t want to see my face?”

Tucker’s entire body stilled. He’d been nearly motionless before, but he wasn’t even breathing now. “I’m taking you this way so I can nudge the plug up into you.” He bumped his hips forward and did just that. I responded with a little hiss at the dark sensation. “I’m doing this so it feels like you’re being fucked there, too. You’ll love it when we take you together, but we won’t until you’re ready. Also, I’m fucking you from behind so I can touch you everywhere.”

He reached down between my legs and gently circled my clit. “Like this.” His other hand moved to cup my breast. “And like this.”

“Pinch her nipple,” Gabe told his brother. “She likes it.”

Tucker did, and the slight pain somehow turned into pleasure that moved right down between my legs. I couldn’t help but tighten around him.

“Mmm, she does. She just dripped all over me.”

I sighed into his hold. It hadn’t been about the scar. He hadn’t even considered it. Only pleasure, as they’d said. I felt… surrounded and so I succumbed with a simple, “Yes.”