Their Wayward Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 2)

"Oh?" My cock was already hard enough to break ice on a frozen pond, but listening to her tell me about how Mason worked her body had my balls drawing up, ready to spend my seed.

"Tell me, sweetheart, what he does to you." I continued to collect more ointment and work it into her, slowly moving my thumb in deeper and deeper.

"I hold my knees up and back. He...says he likes to see my shaved pussy."

I did, too. We'd kept a little red patch of hair on her mons, which was hot as hell, but the rest of her was shaved. When we ate her sweet pussy now she was slick and smooth and nothing hid those pretty pink lips. Just like now, they were always slick and coated in her cream.

"Does he play with your nipples when his finger is in your arse?"

She sighed and I was able to slide in past my knuckle. She was so hot, so tight that when I got my cock in her I wouldn't last.

"Yes, and it hurts."

"Hurts bad or hurts good?"

I couldn't hold off any longer. Stepping close, I aligned my cock with the entrance to her pussy and pushed in, holding my thumb still and deep within her arse. It was a tight fit and I hissed out my breath.

Laurel groaned. "Hurts so good."

I grinned and let go. She might be small and dainty compared to either Mason or myself, but she could handle us. In fact, we'd discovered she liked it a little rough, which was good because I couldn't hold back any longer. I rocked my hips into her, over and over, my balls slapping against her pussy. Since I'd been playing with her for some time, she was close and I could feel her inner walls clenching down as if trying to pull me even deeper. She came on a scream and I followed directly after.

"So good," I repeated, pulling from her body and tugging her into my arms so we lay front to back.

This was where Mason found us an hour later.

"It's after nine," he grumbled. "Some

of us had work to do this morning."

Laurel stirred in my arms. She was no longer modest about being unclothed in front of us. No doubt Mason could see every delectable inch of her. I kissed her shoulder, and then stood to put on my clothes.

"I went to Ian and Kane's house to collect the clothes Emma picked for you at the mercantile."

Her eyes lit up.

"You don't like being naked, sweetheart?"

"I just don't want to wear the ripped dress again."

"Here." He tossed a new cream-colored corset onto the bed. "You may wear this today."

She came up on her elbow and fingered the lace edging, but frowned. She had no idea how decadent she looked sprawled across my bed as she was. "And a dress?"

Mason slowly shook his head. "No dress today. Tomorrow I will give you another article of clothing to add."

"Her stockings," I told him.

He nodded. "Good thinking. Stockings it is tomorrow."

"I want at least some drawers!"

Both of us shook our heads and replied at the same time. "No drawers."

"But—"

"No drawers," Mason repeated. "Eventually you will wear clothes, sweetheart, but for the time being, we are enjoying our bride being scantily clad. See what you do to me?"

He pointed to the thick line of his cock pressing against the placket of his pants.