Their Harlot Bride (Bridgewater Brides 7)

Soft, wet heat surrounded my cock, and Sassy gasped as I groaned. As her pussy clamped down around me, she arched. Clive’s hands played roughly with her breasts, pinching her little nipples harder than I had while his teeth dragged over the side of her throat. Watching them made it even harder for me not to lose myself in her, but I didn’t want to hurt her.

We wanted to make sure our wife knew, having two men in her bed wasn’t going to be a hardship. She’d still likely be sore after this first time, but hopefully, she’d feel good. The lack of blood was a relief—her maiden barrier must have been easily breached, which I would think meant she’d recover more easily.

I thrust, slow, smooth strokes while she wriggled and moaned, panting for breath as we pleasured her. My balls ached as I moved inside her, the slick cradle of her body, squeezing the full length of my cock every time I filled her. Despite the orgasm she’d had on Clive’s lips, I was determined to make her come for me as well, and I could feel her starting to respond to me already.

I wanted to feel her spasming around my cock.

“That’s it, good girl,” I crooned, my hand sliding up her thigh to rest on her mound, my thumb dipping down between our bodies to caress her clit.

“Oh!” She jerked when I touched the slippery nub, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly. My thumb circled, my hips slowing, so I could touch her more easily. Clive grinned, watching her writhe for us. “Oh, God…”

I began to move a little harder, a little faster, circling her clit the whole time. Her eyes widened in shock, and she stared down between our bodies. Propped up against Clive, she could see my cock, glistening with her arousal, pushing in and out just under where my thumb was manipulating her sensitive flesh. It was a sight worth seeing.

Clive tugged on her nipples, and she whimpered, eyelashes fluttering again, and her head dropped back against his shoulder. Her pussy spasmed around me, squeezing my cock and sending delicious sensations up and down my spine.

Our beautiful wife was about to cream herself all over my cock.

Sassy

* * *

I cried out as ecstasy washed over me again, William’s cock plunging relentlessly, his thumb rubbing that oh-so-sensitive nub and sending waves of bliss through my body. His hot eyes devoured me, looking at me as though I was a goddess.

I felt like one.

William’s hands moved to my hips, thrusting harder, more roughly. I whimpered as my sensitive flesh shuddered around his cock as every thrust pressed his body against my little button of pleasure. Gasping and writhing, my pleasure went on and on.

I felt him shove deep, pulsing, and for the first time, I felt the hot spurt of his cum. My pussy clenched around him, and I shuddered at the sensation of him throbbing against the walls of my body. Panting for breath, I went limp against Clive.

Clive was murmuring in my ear, whispering what a good girl I was as his hands caressed me, his cock digging into

my back. Atop me, William’s head hung down, and he dropped a smattering of kisses on my shoulder.

I had never felt like this with any other man.

So cared for. So attended to. So satisfied.

I had been told it could feel this good but had never experienced it.

Rolling off, William laid on his side beside me, his eyes glowing with approval. I smiled back at him, happy to have pleased him.

“Think you can handle one more husband?” Clive asked, slipping out from beneath me.

My head dropped back against the mattress—a much more familiar position, even if it had been months. My legs were still spread, and I felt muzzy, satiated… but I did not want to disappoint either of my new husbands.

“Yes,” I said immediately. William smiled. Clive studied my face intently, as though he suspected I wasn’t telling the truth. I bit my lip. Should I have said no? Would a virgin have said no?

“I won’t be mad if you want to wait,” Clive said, his fingers stroking my inner thigh, then up to my swollen pussy. I moaned as he touched the soft, swollen folds. Not because I was aroused again, but because I was so incredibly sensitive, even that soft touch elicited a reaction. “You’re likely to be sore tomorrow, as it is.”

I hesitated only a moment, but I told the truth. “I still want to… consummate my marriage with both of my husbands.”

Not because I thought it would bind them to me, although there was that as well. I truly wanted to please Clive. I didn’t need another climax, but I wanted the intimacy and wanted to feel claimed by both of the men who had married me.

Clive’s eyes burned so hot, I felt seared by his gaze, then his mouth came down hungrily on mine, his body wedging between my thighs. I whimpered when I felt his hard cock nudging at my pussy. He ended the kiss, pulling back, so he could settle his cock in the right spot. I was extra slick, thanks to William, when Clive thrust in hard and fast, making me cry out as my body was opened again.

“Good girl,” William murmured, leaning in to kiss me as Clive began to thrust. “Just relax. We’re going to make you feel so good again.”

Again?