Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 6)

I could shift my hips as he moved in and out, but a surprising strike of his palm on my upturned bottom had me crying out and Xander letting me go.

“Stay still. Take what I give you.” Tyler’s voice held the command I’d come to recognize in Xander and it did things to me. Xander latched onto one nipple with his mouth once again and sucked. Hard. It wasn’t as sharply painful as Tyler’s tugging fingers, but the hot, wet tug sent spasms directly to my womb. He didn’t linger on one nipple, but moved between the two as Tyler fucked me.

“God, I love hearing the wet suck of your pussy, the way my cock fucks and fills you. Xander’s seed has made you so slippery.” Tyler’s voice only built my pleasure. I loved knowing I was satisfying both of them.

“It’s time to come again, sweetheart,” Xander said, his breath fanning over one damp nipple. “You’re going to come because I tell you. You’re going to come because I’m going to take that tight little tip in my mouth and nip it. Hard.”

“Fuck, Xander, she just squeezed the hell out of my cock,” Tyler said, his voice rough. He kissed the nape of my neck and nipped that tender skin.

I cried out and tossed my head back. My fingers and toes tingled, even the tips of my ears. It was as if every bit of pleasure coalesced between my legs; that my pussy had awakened for the first time. These two had wrung pleasure from me that I never knew was even possible. It made my skin damp with sweat, my breath catch in my throat, my heart race.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. The feel of Tyler’s cock hitting those newly discovered places inside of me and Xander’s carnal words had me so close to the edge.

When Xander took my nipple into his mouth and licked it gently, I clenched down as Tyler thrust even harder. It was the anticipation that had me right… there.

When Xander’s teeth sank into the tender tip, the pain radiated out from that tiny spot and spread throughout my body. Hotter and hotter I became until I burst, fire engulfing me. It was Tyler’s cock though, that kept the feelings going, that made me cry out, gasp his name, wince as the pain at my breast morphed into the most decadent pleasure.

Tyler pulled me back onto his cock, seated himself into me fully as he groaned. I felt his release fill me as Xander’s had, hot and pulsing. I felt claimed, completely and utterly taken. There was no question they’d made me theirs this first time.

I was lost under their spell. If they were going to coax me into thinking that they were the men for me, they didn’t need to do anything else. What just happened hadn’t been lightning. It had been so, so much more, and I wanted it again.

And again.

CHAPTER SIX

XANDER

Tyler pulled out of Emily’s pussy. I saw the regret on his face at doing so. I knew the feeling. I wanted to keep my cock deep inside of her forever. The hot feel of her, the way her inner muscles clenched and squeezed, the way she reacted as I moved inside her, were enough to make me want to never leave. But when Emily slumped down onto my lap as she recovered from her two orgasms, I relished the soft feel of her in my arms. She was so small, yet had the most lush curves. Feeling her silky skin, seeing the thin spider web of veins beneath the surface, even the sweet taste of her made me very possessive.

While in jail, I’d never imagined I’d have a woman to call mine. I’d never thought I’d know the feelings that were brought about by a sweaty bout of fucking. Knowing my seed was deep inside her to make a child. Sharing her with my friend made it even better. To know that he would be just as protective, just as possessive of her as I was. Our combined seed mingled inside her, coated her and marked her. If we made a baby, hell, not if, but when, for we’d take her until she was ripe with child, it didn’t matter who the father was. It would be ours as much as Emily was.

I didn’t want anyone else to see her as we did, not like this, all sweaty and sticky with our seed, breathless and limp with satisfaction. Not her pale flesh, not the desire in her eyes, the surprise there at how we’d made her feel, the look of her as she came. I wanted to punch her dead husband for having her first. She was ours. If she doubted that, we’d just fuck her until she agreed.

“We’re not done with you yet, sweetheart,” I murmured.

She rubbed her face against my shirt.

“Why am I the only one naked?” she wondered.

I glanced up at Tyler, who was tucking his cock back in his pants. I’d only lowered mine enough to free my cock.

“Get used to it,” he said. “You’re going to be naked quite a bit from now on.”

“Back up on your knees,” I said.

She looked up at me and frowned. “Again?”

I chuckled at her expression, a mixture of surprise and arousal. My cock was quickly returning to readiness at the possibility. Instead, I grabbed the plug and held it up. Her eyes widened.

“Time for your ass training.”

“Training?” she repeated, eyeing the plug with wariness and trepidation.

Tyler took it from me and helped Emily back up into position. Perhaps it was her relaxed and sated state that had her so pliable. It was something to remember if she was not eager for her ass to be stretched. Having her come a time or two first might make her more amenable.

From my vantage point, I could see between her thighs—shiny and sticky with our seed—that Tyler slowly pushed the plug up into her pussy. The wet sound of of it filling her was loud.

“Feel that? It’s not as big as our cocks,” Tyler said as he worked it slowly in and out, then left it inside of her. Using his right hand, he slid his fingers over her slick folds, then touched her ass.