Their Treasured Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 4)

Dash shook his head. "Nay, lass. I'll fit. Remember the place that Connor touched inside ye, the place that made ye scream?"

I would have flushed with embarrassment, but I couldn't, for I never actually lost the eagerness, the pleasure that took away my inhibitions.

"My cock's going to nudge that spot." He lifted and lowered me, taking his cock deeper and deeper each time. And when he did nudge that place, my eyes flared wide and I pushed my hips down on my own. He slid in almost all the way and Dash hissed out a breath as I groaned. I was so full, so stretched.

"Lean back, sweetheart," Dash growled. I did as he bid and he easily slipped the rest of the way into me so I sat fully upon his lap. I could feel the fabric of his pants against the backs of my thighs. He'd only undone his pants while I was completely naked.

Connor's hands came around from behind and cupped my breasts, fingers rubbing over the nipples.

"Ride me, Rebecca," Dash instructed.

"How?" I asked.

"Take me for a trot. Up and down ye go."

I thought of the slow pace set by a horse and came up onto my knees, his cock sliding out easily, the broad head catching just on the inside of me. Lowering down, he slid back in.

"Oh," I cried.

"Aye. Oh," Dash repeated. "A trot, sweetheart."

I began to move then, slowly going up and down, feeling every inch of his cock and I loved how it scraped and rubbed over each blissful inch inside of me. There was no pain, only pleasure.

"Now a canter."

As I began to lift and lower myself a little faster, Connor kept hold of my breasts, cupping and supporting them, as they would have bounced otherwise. The pleasure built again and I felt Dash's shirt become slick beneath my palms. I was just as heated, just as needy as when they'd used their fingers on me. Soon a canter wasn't enough and I began to move faster, to rock forward and rub myself, my clit against his body.

"Gallop," he ordered, his voice louder, rougher.

My body did not need the instruction for it instinctively sped up, desperate to reach the same pinnacle as before.

"Come, sweetheart, come all over my cock."

At his words, I did as he bid. I didn't know if it was because he was allowing me to feel the pleasure or because I was there, right on the precipice, when he spoke. Perhaps it was both, but it didn't matter. As I came, I clenched down on his cock and this time, the feelings were even more intense. I loved being filled, the need to have Dash inside of me was so great, so hot, so...right. I screamed. I couldn't help it, for while Dash thrust his hips up into me, Connor pulled on my nipples, then gave them a painful pinch and it felt...so good.

Dash's cock swelled within me, then as he stiffened, he groaned, his hands tight on my hips. Through blurry eyes, I could see he'd reached his own pleasure as well. I slumped forward, unable to hold myself upright, my cheek pressed against the soft fabric of his shirt. I could hear his racing heart, feel his ragged breaths that surely matched mine.

A hand stroked up and down the length of my spine and I felt kisses on my shoulder. "My turn, lass."

Dash pushed me back to sitting upright, then slowly lifted me up so that I came off his cock. As he slipped free, a gush of hot liquid seeped from me. "Dinna be afraid, sweetheart. That is my seed and I assure ye, it will be quite copious." I glanced up at him and he grinned. "The sight of yer pussy with my seed is making me hard again."

His cock, which had softened a little, was enlarging again before my eyes.

"My turn next," Connor growled. "Put yer hands on the back of the chair behind Dash's shoulders."

I did and I moved so my breasts were directly above Dash's face. Connor's hands grabbed my hips and pulled them back so that one breast lowered directly into Dash's open mouth.

"Dinna move, lass. If we're going to use horse terms, I'm yer stallion and I'm going to fuck ye like a mare in heat."

I didn't have a moment to question, for I felt Connor's cock at my entrance—my very slick entrance—and slid directly into me in one long, slow, easy stroke. I arched my back and he went in even further. "Ah, lass, tis heaven on earth. Ye may come again. I want

to feel ye strangle my cock when ye do."

Dash bit down gently on my nipple and my inner walls clenched Connor's cock. "Do that again. I think she likes a little pain."

"Oh?" Dash asked, right before biting me carefully.

"Oh!" I repeated, but with a completely different tone.