Their Wayward Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 2)

"The little sound you make in your throat when you come. The way you bite your bottom lip. The color of your nipples."

"Oh," I whispered, almost an exhale.

"I like the way your pussy tastes," Mason added. "The way your eyes widen in surprise when you come, then they slip closed as you succumb."

"We'll never hurt you, sweetheart," Brody murmured.

"You're...you're too big," I admitted. "I don't think you'll fit."

Brody stroked my hair back from my face in a soothing gesture. "Let's work up to my cock, all right?"

I nodded, soothed by his words, by his gentle tone.

He shifted and reached down to run his fingers over my lower lips and the sound of my wetness filled the air. A finger slipped inside and my hips arched off the bed. It went in farther than when he'd done it before and I clenched down on it.

"Right there, that's your maidenhead. That's for my cock." He pulled his finger out, but only for a moment and this

time two fingers worked into me. My eyes widened at the feel, a slight burning, yet it felt...good.

"All right?" he asked, concerned.

I nodded. I was more than all right. His finger felt incredible.

"That's right, move your hips to what feels good. Just like that. One more finger, sweetheart."

When he had three fingers in me, I cried out. It was tight, so very tight, yet for the first time I felt filled, but he wasn't deep enough. I couldn't stop the movement of my hips and soon I became frantic. I needed more. I felt hot all over and I heard the little sound that Brody mentioned escape my throat.

"Are you ready for more?"

Brody, too, was breathing hard and I could see that his patience was costing him. A bead of sweat dripped down his brow and his cheeks were ruddy.

"Yes. Please."

"Ah, I love the sound of her begging," Mason said. He'd moved to sit beside me and tucked his hand behind my knee and pulled my leg up and back so I was spread so incredibly wide. "Brody's going to take your maidenhead now, sweetheart, and I'm going to watch."

His words eased the last of my fears, although my arousal was so intense I could barely remember why I didn't want Brody's cock inside me.

This time when I felt the broad head I wasn't scared. Instead, I shifted my hips toward him, letting him slide in a little.

"She's...Jesus, Mason, she's so tight." Brody gritted his teeth as he forged ahead, then pulled back, slowly, again and again until I winced. He was so big, so wide I felt so full and he wasn't even in all the way.

"You're ours, Laurel. Ours."

Brody sucked in a deep breath and shifted his hips forward, breaking through the thin membrane and seating himself all the way. I cried out at the twinge of pain but also at being so completely full. I felt as if he was splitting me in half, yet also forging us together into one.

He held himself still and looked at me, waited until I met his gaze. "All right?" he asked.

I clenched down on his cock and he groaned. "I want you to take a moment to adjust, but if you do that, I won't be able to do so."

I arched a brow. "There's more?"

Brody grinned wickedly. "More? Sweetheart, there's so much more."

Slowly, he pulled back, then slid in. "Oh," I cried.

"You are so beautiful, Laurel. Brody's going to fuck you now. Nothing will stop him. There's nothing between us any longer."

Brody moved his hips so that his cock worked me, stroked me, filled me, and then claimed me. The hint of pain dissipated quickly and only pleasure took over. I moved my free leg up and down Brody's side, the inside of my knee touching him from torso to hip to thigh. The spot he'd discovered earlier that had me come so easily was rubbed by the flared head of his cock. My eyes slipped shut, my head tilted back as new places flared to life by his cock. Mason's grip on my leg tightened and he pulled my knee back even further. Reaching between Brody and me, he ran his finger over my clit, and then pressed down.