Their Brazen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 8)

“Mmm,” Tucker said. “Then how about this?”

I knew he touched her clit when I reached between them. All at once, her whole body went lax and I pressed once again. Slowly, she flowered open for me, stretching wider and wider for the flared head of my cock. With the slickness from the lubrication, it took just that little bit of relaxation to allow me entrance. I slipped inside, my cock head filling her.

She groaned before she turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder. A fine sheen of sweat coated her skin, and her cheeks were beautifully flushed.

“Yes. I’m in.”

“So full,” she replied and her eyes slipped closed as I pushed forward.

She was so tight, like nothing I’d ever felt before. Through the thin membrane separating us, I could feel Tucker’s cock moving in and out of her. Finding a rhythm, I slowly fucked her deeper and deeper until she took all of me. Only when she had every inch of me did I still.

“You’re claimed, Abigail Landry,” I said, kissing her shoulder.

“Ours,” Tucker added. “Nothing between us.”

“Yours,” she murmured and I gave myself over to my wife. Gave her everything.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Abigail

I was being fucked by both of my husbands. Together. At the same time. It wasn’t Gabe in my mouth and Tucker in my pussy. They were filling my ass and pussy. I was so full I was overwhelmed. These men surrounded me, filled me, claimed me. There wasn’t an inch between us. Not in body, not in mind.

They were mine. I was theirs.

The feeling of taking both of them was so intense. I felt stretched, used, but the feelings their attentions brought about were worth it. Even the slight burning of being so open to them only added to the pleasure. Even my tingling, sore bottom added to it. Each time Gabe shifted his hips, he bumped the tender flesh. And when Tucker cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples, there wasn’t one inch of me they didn’t control. Didn’t pay attention to. Didn’t love.

Somehow, they knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, and gave it to me.

Taking them both lik

e this was just as Gabe said. I was the one who connected the three of us. They were claiming me, but I was the one with the power.

I was the center of it all. Without me, we were nothing.

I understood then—as they moved in and out of me—that I needed their punishments as well as their loving, and their attention, stern or otherwise, was all because they loved me.

They might be big brutes of men, but they had tender hearts, and I could wound them perhaps even more easily than they could me.

I wanted this feeling, this need I had for them to last forever. It was my choice. I could be as I was now, between them, linking them, claiming them both, or I could live alone.

I chose love. I chose pleasure. I chose them.

And so I wiggled my hips—not that I could do more than that impaled on two big cocks—letting them know I was ready for more. They’d held back, and I knew it. I could feel their desires were reined in.

“I want you. Both of you. Don’t hold back. Show me what’s between us.”

Both stilled briefly, then they took me then. Fucked me. Gabe slid out almost all the way as Tucker thrust his hips up and into me. Then they reversed the actions, fucking me in tandem.

I couldn’t hold off my pleasure. They were giving it to me. Freely and happily. It was right there for me to take. And so, with a deep breath, I let go, gave over to it, to them. Completely. The pleasure coursed through me, heated me, swamped me. Flooded me.

I screamed my pleasure, my inner walls tightening around on both of them, wanting them to feel how good it was, and to help them along. I wanted to keep them deep inside, to milk their seed from them.

It worked, for Tucker gripped my hips and came, filling me with his hot seed.

Gabe was soon to follow, giving me every drop of his pleasure deep in my bottom.

“I’m yours,” I murmured against Tucker’s chest, too wilted to remain upright. “Nothing between us.”