Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 7)

“Settle yourself down on Parker’s cock,” Sully ordered. “Take him nice and deep.”

Bending my knees, I felt the flared head nudge my pussy and slip over my slick folds. I shifted, then settled, as his cock nudged my entrance.

“He’s so big,” I murmured, feeling pussy lips part. My ass tingled from Sully’s finger and my body so desperate to come. The idea of this large cock filling me, tearing my maidenhead wasn’t even scary.

“I am, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you right up,” Parker grinned.

I pressed down on him and he slid in one delectable inch at a time. He was stretching me, filling me and I gasped.

“Ah, there it is, the last barrier between us,” he growled.

I winced at the sharp bite of pain as his cock nudged that thin membrane.

“It’s time to make you mine. Ours.”

Sully came up behind me, put a hand gently on my shoulder as I felt his slick finger once again at my ass. The combination of the cock halfway inside me, teasing me and Sully’s finger had me shaking.

“When we fill you up, you have permission to come,” Sully murmured. I saw Parker glance over my shoulder at Sully.

Putting his hands on my hips, Parker thrust up as he pulled me down. At the same time, Sully’s slick finger slid up and into my ass.

The pain of Parker’s cock breaking my maidenhead, his cock opening my pussy up, the heated sting of my bottom and Sully’s finger deep in my ass coalesced into this swirl of painful pleasure so brilliantly bright that I saw white behind my eyelids. I came then, my back bowed and my head tossed back, my scream of pleasure escaping. I couldn’t hold it back. I couldn’t hold anything back. I writhed and shifted, panted and cried as I came.

Nothing, nothing prepared me for how this felt. I was lost, tossed into the wind and battered. I couldn’t control it, couldn’t hold on to anything, but I knew I was safe. The feel of Parker’s hands gripping my hips and Sully’s hand on my shoulder were my anchors, holding me in place and allowing me to let go while I knew they’d catch me. They’d keep me safe.

Slowly, I returned to myself. The men had held themselves still as I came, Parker’s cock throbbing and pulsing inside me, Sully’s finger insistent and deep.

Opening my eyes, I looked down at Parker. His cheeks were flushed, his neck muscles corded.

“That, sweetheart, is punishment.”

A wicked grin spread across his face and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You’ll be punished when you disobey, but we promise that you’ll be rewarded after.”

I fell onto his chest, the fabric of his shirt scratchy against my sensitive nipples. “I’m so tired,” I murmured.

“Oh no, you don’t.” With gentle hands, he pushed me back up so I sat astride again, his cock shifting within.

“It’s Parker’s turn, Mary,” Sully said. “Take his cock for a ride.”

Sully’s finger was still inside me and I clenched down. Both men groaned. I felt powerful in that moment. Sated, sweaty and wonderfully powerful.

Glancing over my shoulder, I looked at Sully. “But… but your finger.”

He lifted his eyebrows and smiled wickedly. “Get used to having something fill your ass.”

What did he mean by that exactly?

“But—”

“Do we know what’s best for you?” he asked.

“Yes, but… something there, often?”

He pulled his finger back slightly, then pumped it into me, his other fingers bumping against my spanked bottom.

“Yes.” That’s all he said about the matter. “Fuck Parker’s cock.”