Their Wayward Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 2)

I came in one violent rush, the intensity of it surprising me. My back arched and I screamed, most likely deafening Brody in the process.

Brody didn't slow his thrusts, but instead quickened them as I convulsed around his cock.

"So good," he uttered as he filled me all the way then held himself still. I felt him swell within me, then his pulsing hot seed.

When the last of the pleasure ebbed, I lay there wilted, sweaty and very, very happy. Mason had released my leg and my knees rubbed against Brody's ribs. I had no idea it would be like this. So connected, so carnal, so wonderful.

Brody's breaths fanned my neck and once they evened, he slowly pulled out of me. I felt empty and still aroused, as if I needed more. Hot seed dripped from me and onto the blanket below.

Sitting back on his haunches, he looked down at my pussy. "So perfect," he uttered, his expression now relaxed and pleased. "I love seeing my seed dripping from you."

"My turn," Mason said, his voice not containing any notes of pleasure. "My cock aches to be inside you, Laurel. Just watching your face when you were filled for the first time almost had me coming."

Brody stood and Mason took his place. "Roll over, sweetheart."

My eyes widened at his request, but did as he asked. I looked over my shoulder at him, confused. "Why am I like this?"

Mason grinned as he gripped my hips. "I'm going to fuck you from behind."

"From...." When his cock slid over my wet folds, I understood. He curved his body over mine and I felt his chest hair tickle my back. He kissed my nape as his cock rooted and found my opening. In one slick stroke, he slid all the way in. There was no pain this time, only a stretching that had me groaning. When his hips pressed against my bottom I knew he was all the way in.

"You're right, Brody. She's so tight. Do you like it this way, sweetheart?"

He pulled back, the slid in again, the wet sound so loud. I felt Brody's seed drip down my thighs. The feeling of Mason's cock was so different, the angle of his fucking completely different than when Brody took me. "You're...you're so deep."

"I know. Every inch of my cock is surrounded by hot, tight pussy."

His hands stroked over my bottom before he brushed a thumb over my back entrance.

"Mason!" I tried to shift away, but his cock was embedded deep within me and he held me securely in his tight grip.

"We're going to take you here too, sweetheart. Not today, but soon. We'll get you ready for us, but for now, I've got to fuck you. I'm going to move now and you're going to come."

He was so demanding, so confident he could make me come again. The feel of the pad of his thumb brushing over my back entrance was surprising, yet the sensation of it had me clenching down on his cock. It was intense and hot and I couldn't stand it any longer. I ached for him to do...something. When he began to move, I groaned, relieved. His hips began to thrust and he used his cock as a weapon against any type of resistance. I knew his words to be true; I was going to come and I couldn't stop it.

Hands cupped my breasts and played with my nipples. Brody. When his fingers pinched the tips, I tossed my head back and came, sublime heat washing over me. My scream was caught in my throat, my body tightening and I knew I cinched down on his cock. He didn't stop moving, only rammed into me harder than before. His thumb moved from my ass and his hands gripped my hips tightly.

It was as if the pleasure couldn't stop, for his cock continued to rub over spots inside me that felt so good. Perspiration coated my skin as my hands clenched in the quilt. I felt Mason's cock thicken and swell within me as he bit down on my shoulder, his cock bottoming out in me. He groaned as I felt a gush of hot seed fill me and seep out around his cock and down my legs.

Brody turned my face to kiss me. I looked into his eyes. "You're ours, sweetheart."

Ours. I liked the sound of that.

CHAPTER NINE

BRODY

"Where is Mason?" Laurel asked. She was bent over the side of my bed, her feet planted on the floor but spread wide.

"Sweetheart, I have my thumb in your arse and you're asking after Mason?" The slick ointment I was working into her made my thumb's entry easy. It had been three days since we first fucked her and since then we'd taken her together and on our own, like now.

Her hips shifted back onto my hand and she groaned. "It's just that...you always take me together in the morning."

Three days did not a routine make, but she was quickly adjusting to having two husbands. We'd been training her arse these past few days, preparing her for taking both of us together. While we'd fucked her in turn, it wasn't the same. Having me fill her pussy while Mason took her arse would be the ultimate claiming. She would have no doubt that she belonged to both of us, although she didn't seem to question it even now.

"You may be married to both of us, but we will not always take you together. I may want to play with you as I am now. Does Mason do work your arse like this?"

She shook her head against the bed. "He...he has me on my back."