Their Harlot Bride (Bridgewater Brides 7)

I could tell from his hard grip on my hair, the way his hips thrust upward, using my mouth, he was enjoying himself. I breathed in as much as I could between strokes, the lack of air beginning to make me dizzy, which somehow added to my growing ecstasy.

I shuddered between them, letting myself revel in the sensations running through my body. Just like the night before, I could feel something inside of me coiling and winding tighter and tighter. The needy ache between my thighs was approaching a pinnacle, and my body yearned for it, reached for it. I craved the bliss I’d found with them the night before.

“Oh, hell…” Clive’s fingers tightened on my hips, and his thrusts slowed as if he was trying to hold back and take his time. I wriggled in protest. I wanted more—harder, faster. I needed it.

Instead, his hand moved, sliding over my bottom, and I tensed when I felt him touch the little hole between my cheeks again. Did he mean to have me there? Fear flickered through my passion. I had never had a man take me there without pain, but… if there were any men who were worth enduring it for, it was Clive and William.

His hand disappeared for a moment, then returned, his slicked thumb circling over the rim of my tight entrance, surprising me with a sizzle of pleasure. Then he pressed, and I whined around William’s cock, wriggling and squirming between them. My muscles clenched down, making it more difficult for him to gain entrance, but the slow pressure did the trick.

Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt.

There was a slight burn as his thumb entered, stretching me open, but little more than a sting. In fact, it almost felt good. His thumb pressed deeper as his cock thrust slowly in and out of me, and I squirmed and clenched around him. I felt so very full, almost too full, but it made me hotter… wetter…

These men were completely upending everything I’d learned at Mrs. Burk’s.

“Good girl,” William crooned, clearly aware of what Clive was doing. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

I moaned around his cock in answer, unable to do anything else. With his thumb buried between my cheeks, Clive was moving again, thrusting harder and faster, while William’s cock thrust between my lips.

“We’re both going to have you one day,” William whispered, his words weaving a perverse spell. “One of us beneath you in your sweet pussy, one of us behind you, taking your ass, making you so full and hot, you’ll barely be able to breathe.”

I could barely breathe now, my eyes glazing over as the image he described filled my head. It was utterly erotically wicked. Even my fear of the pain I remembered from other men buggering me didn’t put me off. It wove through my arousal, William and Clive’s hands and bodies driving away the memories, giving me new fantasies in their place.

“I think she likes that idea,” Clive said with a chuckle, his thumb moving inside me, rubbing his cock through the thin lining between my holes.

I should have been afraid, but I wasn’t. I trusted them not to hurt me.

What they were doing to me felt good. Clive’s thumb and cock felt good. Perhaps having one of them in each channel would feel good as well. Nestled between them, the way William described, certainly would.

Leaning forward, Clive rode me in earnest, and I cried out with growing rapture, filling my mouth with William’s cock as my passion soared. I was so full of them, in every orifice possible, my ecstasy could no longer be contained.

Quivering, shuddering, I lost myself in the hot bliss of climax, buffeted between them as wave after wave of rapture washed over me. I could feel Clive’s cock thrusting deep and pulsing inside me only moments before William’s grip tightened on my hair, and he emptied himself down my throat.

I was so wonderfully, obscenely full of them… my husbands. Euphoria moved through me, and I gave myself to it completely.

Clive

* * *

We’d worn our Sassy out again, although she did manage to give both of us a sleepy goodnight kiss before she fell asleep.

Although William and I were tired, neither of us was ready to lie down yet, and there were dishes to be done. Normally, we’d let Sassy tend to them, but as we were the ones who had worn her out… Besides, dishes were no hardship.

“I think we’re going to need to talk to Rhys about getting her a plug as soon as possible,” William said, sounding amused as he shut the bedroom door behind him. Like me, he hadn’t bothered putting on a shirt, although we’d both pulled our pants on.

Yes, we were. I chuckled. Rhys made handcrafted plugs to help train a woman’s bottom to be ready for her husbands. Sassy had frozen up when I’d first touched her tiny hole, but she’d relaxed once she realized I wasn’t hurting her. I was a bit surprised, though. I’d expected more of a fight since it was such a private area.

“Definitely,” I agreed, collecting the dishes from the table while William got the water and soap. “Although you seemed to enjoy her mouth just fine.”

“That I did.” William grinned. “She’s a natural, I tell you. Sweet as honey and twice as fine. We’re lucky as hell.”

That we were, although something niggled at me about what he said. I couldn’t put my finger on what was bothering me, so I pushed it away for now.

“We should talk to Sheriff Baker and Hank, too,” I said. “Just in case Lord Carmichael comes looking for her.” My lip curled up in a sneer at his name.

William nodded, his expression turning dark and fierce with an expression I’d never seen before. Then again, we’d never had a wife to protect. We had a ranch to protect, but that was hardly the same thing, and there was no human threat to our land or cattle.

“If he does, he can turn right around, or he won’t be leaving at all,” William said, his voice hard and uncompromising. He almost sounded like me. After a pause, he spoke again, his voice softer. “I’d rather he not show at all, though. I think it would upset Sassy.”