Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 7) - Page 16

Her nipples were a soft pink, hard and pointed straight toward me. Her waist was narrow and her hips flared out, wide and full. She was not a waif, all skin and bones, but lushly built. Her legs were long and shapely. Between them….

I groaned again at the sight of tha

t dark thatch of curls, the pink lips that peeked out from beneath.

“Let’s see what you learned from your visits,” I said, continuing to stroke myself. “What’s this?”

I hoped her arousal would lessen her inhibitions and I was right. “Your cock.”

Sully’s hands gently stroked her. Up her sides, across her belly, along the outside of her thighs.

“And this?” Sully cupped her center.

“My… my pussy.”

“That’s right. Let’s see if I can make you purr,” he murmured into her ear as he worked his fingers into her. Soon enough, she was riding them, wild and eager for her release. She had no inhibitions and was very sensitive, quick to respond, quick to arousal.

“What do you want?” Sully murmured, hand buried between her thighs.

I liked the look of it, his dark hand, all work-worn and large, parting her creamy, lush thighs.

“I want to come. Make me come,” she demanded.

“Have you ever come before?” Sully asked.

She nodded, bit her lip.

“With your own fingers?” he added.

“Yes, but it’s not… it’s not like this.”

I smiled then, as her voice shifted from aroused to desperate. “No, it’s better with your men. You’ll have to show us how you touch yourself. Later.”

“Now,” she commanded. “Make me come now.”

Pulling his fingers free, Sully lightly spanked her pussy. She gasped and her eyes flared open.

I shook my head. “You don’t tell us what to do, sweetheart. You may have watched other couples fuck. You may have even touched yourself and found your pleasure, but we control it now.”

“We say how,” Sully said, spanking her once more between her parted thighs. Her lips there were swollen and red, her clit poking out and so responsive. “We say when.”

Amazingly, when Sully spanked her clit again, she came, her body shuddering and a groan escaped. Her body slumped in his hold and he wrapped a hand about her waist to keep her upright. We shared a telling look, then Sully spanked her pussy once more as she writhed in his hold, then plunged his fingers inside her.

“Yes!” she cried, lost to the pleasure, coming up onto her toes.

Holy fuck, Mary liked it when she had her pussy spanked. She came without a cock inside her. She came because we told her we controlled her now.

“I feel her maidenhead,” Sully said, pulling his fingers from her and putting them to Mary’s lips. “Open.”

She did as he commanded and Sully slipped his two dripping fingers into her mouth.

“Taste yourself. You are a little whore,” he murmured in her ear. “Coming without our permission. Coming because of your pussy getting spanked. We haven’t even gotten our cocks in you and you’re so greedy.”

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” I asked, stroking my cock again. Shit, the sight of her, so lost in pleasure, made me desperate to get inside her. “You’re our little whore. Just for me and Sully.”

“Perhaps we will show you off to others, but not yet. We, too, are greedy.”

She was panting now, her breasts rising and falling, her nipples softening before my eyes as her body was finally sated. But we were not done. We were far from done.

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