Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 6)

Xander’s tone, while direct, was almost soothing. He was directing me, distracting me from the discomfort. When I did relax my inner walls, I slipped a little bit lower on him. He was right, my wetness eased his entry, but I still felt as if I were being split open.

“Lift and lower yourself, get used to the feel of my nice, big cock.”

I came up onto my knees and pulled up off of him, but the flared head was notched just inside me, caught within me by my swollen pussy lips. Carefully, I lowered back down just a touch. Up and down I went, just a fraction of an inch, then more until the wet sounds of fucking filled the air.

“I love seeing her pussy swallow up your cock,” Tyler murmured. “And the way her breasts are bouncing, God, I’m going to come before I even get inside her.” I hadn’t realized until then my eyes had fallen shut and I’d almost forgotten he was there. I’d forgotten everything but the feel of Xander cramming into me. There wasn’t a better word for it, because with every little bit of entry he gained, the fit was so tight. When I finally sat directly on his denim-clad lap, the feel of it rough against the backs of my thighs, I opened my eyes.

Xander was watching me, his eyes almost black, his jaw clenched tight. The corner of his mouth ticked up. “See, sweetheart, a perfect fit.” His hands came to my hips. “Time to move now. Ah, shit, don’t squeeze my cock like that unless you want me to come right now.”

He growled when I did it again and I realized my feminine power. That was short-lived, for his grip tightened and he began to move me as he wished until I was truly riding his cock. The burn and the stretching were replaced with intense waves of pleasure, especially when Xander brought his hips up as he pulled me down onto him. The slight bite of pain as he hit the end of my channel morphed into delicious pleasure.

Somehow, his cock stroked over places inside I had no idea even existed, and that made me hotter and even eager for more.

“Yes,” I gasped, on one rough thrust. I gripped his shirt, clawed at his shoulders as I let my head fall back, my hips beginning to move of their own accord, circling and moving to build the pleasure. To follow it.

Hands cupped my breasts as I continued to move, fingers plucking at the nipples. On one sharp pinch, I cried out.

“She likes it,” Tyler commented. He pinched a little harder.

“Jesus, she’s squeezing my cock when you do that. Again,” Xander replied.

Tyler tugged this time, pulling on my nipples so that as I moved they were stretched painfully taut.

I couldn’t stand it. It was too much. They were too much. I came on a gasp, then I screamed as Xander picked up the pace, using my body to stroke his cock, to coat him with my arousal and bring him to his own completion.

I was lost, completely oblivious to anything but the feelings these two men could wring from my body. It was hot and soft and painful and so amazingly incredible that I never wanted it to end.

I felt Xander’s grip on my hips tighten even further as he thrust once, twice more, then buried himself within me. He groaned as I felt him pulse, filling me with his seed, coating me with the hot fluid.

Our ragged breathing mingled and I slumped against his chest. I heard his heart beat wildly beneath my ear. I didn’t know how long we remained like that, but when Xander lifted me up and off his cock, I hissed at the slow slide and the hot gush of seed that followed. Sitting up, I looked at him and bit my lip.

“I’m sorry I—”

He put a finger over my lips. “Shh. Never say you’re sorry about anything when we’re fucking. It’s natural. It’s perfect. We need to know how you feel, how it feels when we touch you, fill you up. Work your body. We will push you, Emily. That’s in my nature. In Tyler’s.”

“I was afraid,” I admitted. “I was… overwhelmed.”

“We are overwhelming,” he commented, and I smiled. “It’s Tyler’s turn, sweetheart. You don’t want him to die of blue balls, do you?”

I frowned at the question and glanced over my shoulder.

Tyler had his cock out and was stroking it. I watched as a bead of fluid seeped from the slit and dripped down the flared head. His cock was longer than Xander’s but not quite as thick. My inner walls clenched at being filled by his as well. I knew I could take it now.

“Up onto your knees. Higher. Good. Now stick your ass out and show me that pussy.”

I followed his instructions and it put my breasts directly in Xander’s face. My bottom was thrust out toward Tyler and I was in a most wanton position. No doubt he could see Xander’s seed slipping from me, for I felt it work its way down my thighs.

“I’m going to suck on these sensitive nipples as he fucks you.” Xander seemed very eager by the idea. When he leaned in and did just that, I gasped, then relaxed into the warm, wet suction.

Tyler stroked a finger over my folds. “Swollen and dripping with Xander’s seed. I can’t tell you what it does to me seeing your slit like this. It’s my turn to mark you, baby.”

He took the step that separated us and lined his cock up, sliding it through my wetness, then notching it at my entrance.

“I’ll go in nice and easy, baby. At first. Should be easier for you since you’ve got Xander’s seed all up inside you.”

Xander growled against my breast. The soft rasp of his beard against my very sensitive skin there only heightened the sensations.

Placing a hand on my shoulder, Tyler held me exactly where he wanted me as he slowly slid up and in. My body didn’t resist as it had with Xander, the passage this time easy, just as he said. It could have been Xander’s seed that eased the way or the knowledge that I could indeed handle big cocks. I didn’t tense, just let him use my body. I didn’t have much choice; his strong grip on my shoulder allowed me no movement and Xander had a tight hold on the tip of my breast with his teeth.