Their Brazen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 8)

“Yes,” Tucker growled.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Tucker stepped back and I stood, turned around, and tossed Abigail onto the bed. As my brother stripped off his clothes, I went to the dresser to grab the small glass jar of lubricant. While her pussy dripped copiously, her ass needed additional lubrication to take our cocks easily and with only pleasure. Although she’d discovered she liked a hint of pain with her fucking, it would not be this kind.

Tucker climbed onto the bed, lay down on his back, and tugged Abigail on top of him.

He stroked her dark hair back as it swung down over their faces. “There’s nothing between us now. No secrets. In just a minute, there will be nothing between our bodies either.”

Tucker kissed her then and I heard her whimper.

Dripping the jar onto the bed, I stripped then joined them, stroked my hand down her spine.

“You’re what connects us all together, Abigail. We can’t be a family without you. We can’t be one without you.”

Abigail lifted her head as Tucker’s hands moved to her hips, lifted her so she was just above his cock.

“Ride me, precious.”

Biting her lip, Abigail shifted a bit to align Tucker’s cock with her entrance then dropped down, taking him into her in one plunging stroke.

Her head fell back, her hair dangling long down her back. As I opened the jar and coated my fingers in the slippery substance, I watched them fuck. When Tucker pulled her back down for a kiss, I knew it was time to ready her. Placing my slick fingers at her tiny rosebud, I coated the virgin entrance with the lubricant, circling the tender flesh then slowly pushing one finger in.

Tucker continued to lift and lower his hips, fucking her with the short movements as they kissed, while I began to move my finger in and out of her tight ass.

She gasped and moaned at the intrusion but didn’t object. Because of this, I carefully added a second finger, scissoring them inside of her to stretch her open. My cock was thick, and I would go so deep, but the fingers were good preparation and would ensure she was slick inside.

When I added a third finger, Abigail cried out my name.

I smiled. “Like that?”

“Yes, please,” she begged.

God, she was so fucking brazen. How had we ever imagined her to be timid or fearful when it came to something like this? She wanted it. No, by the way she was wiggling her hips, she needed it.

She cried out when I slipped my fingers free. “No!”

“Shh,” I crooned, dipping my fingers into the jar and coating my cock liberally with the lubricant.

“Eager, are you, precious?” Tucker asked, his voice rough. His hands came up and cupped her breasts, plucked at the tight tips.

“Tucker,” she cried, thrusting forward so she filled his palms.

Moving into place, I gripped the base of my cock and aligned it with her prepared and slick asshole. Pressing against it, she tightened, denying me entrance.

“Relax,” I said, nudging her patiently. She would open for me.

“Perhaps a little pinch?” Tucker asked, just before he tightened his grip on her nipples.

“Oh God,” she cried.

“She just got wetter,” Tucker commented, pinching her again.

She still wouldn’t relent as I pressed against her.

“How about this?” Tucker asked, bringing his palm down on her reddened bottom. It wasn’t overly hard, but she stiffened between us. “Fuck, she just about strangled my cock.”

“That’s not going to help me get into her,” I replied.