Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 1)

Going around the bed, I sat with my back against the footboard, watching, lifting one hand to caress over the long line of her leg.

"Since you're too sore to fuck, I'm going to taste ye. Up ye go," Ian said, lifting Emma easily and turning her around so she faced me, but still across Ian's body on all fours. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her back so she was astride his face.

"Ian, what–"

I knew the moment Ian started to lick and suck at her cunny when her eyes widened and she startled, her breasts swaying beneath her as she did so.

"She's so smooth, so bloody slick. She tastes incredible," Ian murmured from between her thighs.

"Do you want to come, Emma?" I asked her. Her eyes had fallen shut and she was gasping at every expert flick of Ian's tongue.

"Yes!" she cried out.

"You're not worried about it being wrong?" I asked, intentionally prodding her. We'd left her unfulfilled earlier because she considered it wrong to find pleasure in being with both of us, in having us touch her body. All of her body in various, very intimate, ways. I hoped not to continue with this lesson, but would if required.

She shook her head, her dark hair a curtain around her shoulders, down her back.

"No? Before dinner you didn't want to come."

"I...I need it."

I smiled at her, although she couldn't see me with her eyes squeezed shut.

"Good girl. Look down, Emma."

Her eyes fluttered open to glance down at Ian's erect cock, just an inch from her chin. "Suck him, baby." I shifted so that my cock was just to her right. "Suck both of us. After you swallow our seed, Ian will make you come."

I could tell Ian slowed his attentions because Emma shifted her hips and mewled.

"Take him into your mouth, just like you learned in the stage."

She did, working Ian with little licks, then taking him into her mouth as far as she could. He was big, too big for her now.

"Put your hand around the base, lean your forearm on the bed. Yes, like that. Now, use your other hand on me. Good girl."

It didn't take Ian long to come; he was no doubt as ready as I. Watching Emma take the plug earlier then seeing her watch another woman get fucked had been my personal torture. The look on her face, the unvarnished need, had had me on the brink of coming in my pants like a randy teenager. Seeing her ride Ian's face wasn't helping matters. Licking up every luscious drop of her honey most certainly pushed him over the edge. I remembered how sweet she tasted from earlier.

His hips thrust up and he groaned. Emma's cheeks hollowed, sucking him, taking his seed, her throat working to accommodate it all. She lifted her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, only a small drop of seed on her lip.

"Good girl, baby. You took it all. Take my seed now and Ian will give you your reward."

Her face was flushed, her eyes half lidded with desire. Lower, her nipples were a bright pink and tightly furled.

"You want your reward?"

She nodded. "Oh yes," she said breathily, turning her head and opening her red, swollen lips to take me deep.

I hissed out my breath at the heat of her mouth, how wet it was, how her tongue stroked over the thick vein along my length. My balls drew up readying for my release.

"There's nothing wrong, baby, with getting pleasure from your husbands," I gritted out through clenched teeth. "Giving it to us. Yes, just like that, now suck. Good girl." I couldn't talk for a minute, watching her head bob in my lap, feel the tight suction of her drawn cheeks. The pleasure was so intense I was on the brink of spu

rting into her throat.

With Ian recovered, he returned to fervently work Emma's cunny, gripping her hips firmly to hold her in place. As she sucked me, she moaned, sending delicious vibrations up the length of my cock. They were my undoing. Nothing could stop the orgasm from coming and I groaned. As I did so, she too came, screaming around my cock, swallowing my seed voraciously, her hands clenching into fists in the quilt. Once I stopped pulsing in her mouth, she lifted her head and cried out. "Ian, yes!"

Ian flipped their positions so Emma rested on her back and we both began working her. She'd come once, but we weren't done. My hand delved to the juncture of her thighs finding her slick and wet, easily, yet gently, slipping two fingers into her tight channel. I set about to discover her secret pleasure spots, finding that little ridge of flesh inside that made her cry out, as Ian sucked on one nipple, pulling and tugging with his teeth, his fingers working the other.

Emma came again quickly, her body arching like a bow, a rough scream escaping her lips. Ian grabbed the jar of lubricant and dipped his fingers in as I flipped Emma over once again. This time, Ian worked a finger into her tight arse as I continued to fuck her cunny with my fingers. As we did so, we spoke to her. Ye are so bloody beautiful, Emma. You're so sensitive, look how you're coming again. See, you can come with something in your arse. Oh, it's so much better, isn't it? Soon it will be our cocks filling you. Together.