Their Harlot Bride (Bridgewater Brides 7)

Besides, we had other things to teach her tonight.

“Yes, she is,” I agreed, pulling her to me. She tilted her head back, ready for my kiss. Kissing her deeply and thoroughly, making her squirm against my cock gave William the chance to get undressed.

We’d flipped a coin earlier today to see who would have her mouth and who would have her pussy tonight. It had felt a bit crass, but the reason was sound—we didn’t want her to be too sore after last night, so we would take turns the next few nights until she was more used to our nightly attentions.

Sassy

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When Clive turned me around to face William, he was already naked, sitting on the bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, slowly fisting himself while he watched us kiss. His eyes glinting with appreciation, he smiled at me, a hot, lazy smile that turned my already roiling insides over.

“Come here, beautiful,” he said, swinging his legs onto the bed and leaning back against the headboard. He held out his free hand. “You wanted to try using your mouth this morning, well here’s your chance.”

I took a small step toward him, my mind racing. I was very good at using my mouth, but I shouldn’t be so good, right? I tried to think back to my early days at Mrs. Burk’s house. This had always been a chore, but one I had become accomplished at.

Faced with a man who I actually wanted to pleasure for myself rather than to earn my keep, it was hard knowing I could not show him the full extent of my skill. I remembered my initial distaste, how my jaw ached. Gagging. I doubted William would slap me if I accidentally used my teeth, but I didn’t want to, but wouldn’t a woman who didn’t know what she was doing?

How ironic that I was standing in front of a man I desired, my mouth actually watering, wanting to give him all the pleasure I could… but doing so would likely make him turn from me in disgust.

“Feeling shy now?” Clive asked, chuckling in my ear. His hand on my back moved me forward, gently but firmly. “Go on, sweetheart. William will guide you.”

He gave my bottom a little smack, and I jumped in surprise. It stung but didn’t truly hurt. Still, I shot him a dark look over my shoulder as I rubbed the spot where he’d swatted me. Clive just chuckled.

“Get a move on, sweetheart.” Clearly, my glare didn’t intimidate him at all.

Strangely, the little interaction had helped clear my head, easing my nerves. William was going to guide me. I would just follow his lead and do what he told me. It helped that Clive seemed to think my hesitation was because I didn’t know what I was doing, not because I knew too much.

Hesitation was good.

I slowly moved to the bed, taking William’s hand, and letting him pull me up to where I knelt between his legs. He let go of his cock, bringing my hand to the hot, hard shaft, replacing his grip, and wrapped my fingers around him. He kept his hand over mine and moved it, so I was stroking his cock under his direction while he stared at me with erotic intensity.

I watched our hands move, fascinated by how enjoyable I found the procedure and how gentle he was, showing me what he liked. The desire to please him surged. I wanted to give him everything.

His free hand slid into my hair, tugging me closer.

“Lean over and lick me above our hands,” he said, using his hand to guide my head down. I hesitated again, not because I wanted to—I was eager to have him in my mouth, which was a shock in and of itself—but I worried what he would think if I didn’t. His hand tugged gently, and I followed his instruction.

I delicately licked, a tiny lick as if I was trying it out. William shuddered at the small touch, and a surprising feeling of power surged. I had never felt powerful in this position before. Men had used my mouth, and I was good at pleasing them with it, but this felt different.

“Good girl. Use your tongue over the whole head,” William directed, his voice raspy.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Clive watching us as he undressed, and feeling his eyes on us, heated my body even more. I felt wanton but beautiful under their lustful gazes.

Cherished.

I felt cherished—just as they’d promised.

My heart clenched, emotions swelling.

William groaned, and I realized I was licking him with abandon, my tongue swirling around the bulbous head of his cock and flicking over the sensitive slit, my fingers moving up and down his shaft of their own accord.

Too good. Too experienced.

I jerked back.

“No, no, don’t stop, that was perfect,” William said, opening his eyes and pulling my head back down with the hand still entangled in my hair. “The groan was a good thing.”

I bit my lower lip, peeking up at him, grateful he was willing to find reasons for my reactions that suited his image of me.