Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 1)

"Will. It will go in you. Right now, in fact." Wrapping one hand around her waist, I pulled her forward as I leaned back, settled into the chair. She gasped as she lost her balance. "Sit astride me."

Placing her hand once again on my shoulder, she placed one knee on the outside of my thigh, then the other, her breasts directly in front of my face. I couldn't deny such a tempting offer and pulled one pink tip into my mouth. The tip was soft at first, but hardened quickly against my tongue. Her skin was warm, her taste sweet, her response a delight.

"Oh!" she cried as my hand on her waist held her in place, sucking and drawing on the hard tip. Her hands moved to my shoulders, her fingers digging into the tense muscles there.

Her skin smelled of flowers and arousal, a heady combination. At one extra strong suck, Emma's fingers slid upward to tangle in my hair, holding my head in place. Her breath escaped in little pants as I trailed kisses from one breast to the other, ensuring that each nipple received the same attentions. Her hips began to shift of their own volition and her knees squeezed against my sides.

"She's ready," Ian said gruffly. He looked at me from over Emma's shoulder just before he lowered his mouth to kiss and nibble at her neck.

I pulled away and saw that her nipples were wet and bright pink from my mouth. "Emma, look at me. Look at me when I make you mine."

My hand slid from her waist and down to the soft globe of her arse as I lined my cock up. My blunt head slipped through her drenched folds and settled at her virgin opening and I gritted my teeth at the scalding hot feel of her. Ian didn't stop running his hands over her body, his mouth on her heated skin.

Emma's eyes opened at the placement and looked at me, uncertainty flaring. "Kane, I don't think–"

"Don't think, love. Feel. Feel Ian's mouth on your skin, feel his hands run over your body, cup your breasts."

Her eyes slipped closed as she did just that. "You're too big. You won't fit. And Ian's watching!"

I pushed her down onto my cock as I thrust my hips up, filling her only with the head, her maidenhead blocking further penetration. Her eyes widened at the feel of being stretched wide.

"I'll fit, and Ian will claim you next."

Ian's hands came around to cup her breasts, to pinch her nipples.

She shook her head and frantically pushed up with her knees, fighting me. "No! It's too much."

Her squirming wasn't going to have me pull out. In fact, quite the opposite. Her writhing had her inner walls clenching and squeezing down on the tip of my cock, driving me insane.

"Stop," Ian commanded. Realizing she was panicking, he spanked her arse, her skin quivering beneath his palm.

She froze in place and cried out. Stunned. "He spanked me!"

"He bloody well did, and he will do it again if you continue to resist. Oh, you liked it. Ian, she's dripping onto my lap."

"No, I don't like it!" she cried out, but her juices dripping onto my cock said otherwise.

Ian gave her another mild spank. "Do not lie, lass."

Her inner walls clenched down on the head of my cock. I gritted my teeth. "You are not in control here. We are. I assure you my cock will fit and your body is most assuredly wet and ready. It is your maidenhead that is blocking the way. I will solve that problem right now."

"But–"

Before she could protest anymore, I pressed her down with both hands on her arse, thrusting up, deliberately hard, claiming her. She was more fearful of the idea than the act itself, therefore I resolved the problem at hand. I breached her maidenhead with that one thrust and my cock pushed through from just the entrance all the way in to the hilt. She cried out and stiffened, her face contorting in pain,her eyes as wide as saucers at being stuffed so completely. She held still, but her fingers dug little furrows into my shoulders.

The feel of being embedded within her hot cunny was so incredible that I groaned. Her walls milked my cock, the wetness almost scalding. I could feel the entrance to her womb nudging against my wide head. I was so deep and she was so tight.

"I fit," I hissed.

Swallowing visibly, she replied, "Yes. Yes, you do. Is that it? Are you done?" She was panting, as if afraid to breathe too deeply.

"Done?" Ian asked, his hands soothing her as if she were a skittish mare. "You're just getting started, lass."

I grinned at her naïveté. "Now you ride me."

"Ride you? But it hurt." She pouted, clearly afraid to move.

With my palms, I guided her, showing her how. With each slick slide of my cock against her cunny walls, I was close to coming. There was nothing to prevent my balls from tightening, my cock thickening and swelling within her. This would be a fast fuck; she'd tempted me too much.