Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 6)

They didn’t stop moving as I came. In fact, they fucked me harder, driving into me, nudging my clit and forcing the climax to go on and on and on.

“She’s squeezing me. I can’t hold on,” Tyler breathed, just before he stiffened beneath me, holding his cock deep and still inside me. I felt his hot seed pulse from him, coating my pussy, filling me to overflowing until I felt it seep out around him.

Xander didn’t relent, but placed a hand on my hip, his fingers tight against the bone there as he stroked once, twice more deep in my ass. I swear I felt his cock thicken inside of me just before he groaned. In my ass, I felt hot splashes of his release.

The sounds of our ragged breathing filled the room. The musky scent of fucking filled the air. Our skin was damp and slick, my pussy was sticky with the seed that was dripping from me.

Finally, finally, Xander loosened his hold and carefully slid from me. I hissed at the last bit of stretch, then felt his seed as it seeped out. Xander’s hands about my waist were what lifted me off of Tyler, pulling me off his spent cock. I was too replete to move, too overcome. Tyler climbed from the bed and returned with a warm cloth. Both my men held my legs open as Tyler cleaned me, the gentle touch of it soothing my tender flesh.

“How do you feel?” Tyler asked, looking up from my pussy.

I couldn’t help the silly smile that formed. “Well used,” I replied. “My husbands are the most attentive sort.”

Tyler grinned. “We would be happy to be this attentive again soon.”

“You did beautifully, sweetheart, taking both of us.” Xander pulled the sheet up and over me. “And we thought you were a reluctant bride.”

“Perhaps at first,” I commented, thinking back to just a few days ago. So much had happened, so much had changed in such a short time. I was no longer the hurt, scared widow. I was once again a bride. “But I am no longer a virgin. You both were my first.”

Both men loomed over me, their faces—one light, the other dark—held sweet attention and love.

“Yes, we took your virgin ass, well and good,” Xander said.

“And we took you together,” Tyler added.

“There’s just one thing left,” I replied.

Both men frowned. I lifted my hands and cupped each of their jaws.

“A baby,” I told them.

Both of them smiled brilliantly. “If you’re not too sore, we’ll get on that right now.”

The idea of having a dark-haired boy or a fair-haired girl had my body softening and eager for them.

“Yes, please. Right now,” I replied, nudging my legs wider, not the least bit reluctant at all.