Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 7)

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wanted to move, my pussy eager, so I pushed off my knees and raised up. Parker’s cock slid over my inner walls and made me gasp. At the same time, I came up off of Sully’s finger, but not completely. I was still open for him, too.

Lowering myself, I felt them go deep.

I tossed my head back as the pleasure returned. No pain, no discomfort from the loss of my virginity. I didn’t know how I could want more pleasure after my first orgasm, but my body was warm and limber and ready all over again. My clit rubbed against Parker’s lower belly and I shifted, squirming with having both my holes filled.

“Let go and enjoy. Come whenever you want.”

At Sully’s permission, I began to move. I remembered seeing the whores fucking men like this and I knew now why they enjoyed it so much. But none of them ever had a second man put a finger deep inside her ass so she was fucking herself in both holes. It was dark and carnal and wrong, and yet it felt wonderful.

Sully and Parker did not think less of me for my wanton display. In fact, they pushed me into it, pushed me to discover and enjoy the most deviant of desires.

That was all forgotten as instinct and a drive to another orgasm took over. I lifted and lowered, fucked myself on Parker’s cock. His fingers clenched my hips, but he let me move as I needed. Sully’s finger was insistent and went so deep each time, the sensations it brought about as I raised and lowered myself over the bumpy digit pushed me over the edge.

I came again, clenching down, my inner walls rippling and pulsing.

As I came, my hips stopped moving and I succumbed. Parker took over then, lifting and lowering me as his hips thrust up, his turn to use me for his own pleasure. His breath came in deep pants, his pace uneven as his need took over. I felt him swell and thicken inside of me before he thrust so deep I felt him bump my womb. As he came, he groaned. I came then, a gentle, rolling pleasure at the feel of his hot seed pulsing into me.

This time, when I fell forward onto his chest, he wrapped his arms about me, stroked my slick back.

As Parker caught his breath, as I lay limp and replete, Sully gently slipped his finger free and I whimpered. I heard him shuck his clothes and saw them fall to the floor beside me.

The flesh on flesh stroking sound had me turn my head slightly and I watched as a naked Sully stroked his very eager cock.

“Sully’s turn, sweetheart,” Parker murmured. “Look at that cock. He needs you. He needs your pussy.”

Parker gripped me as he sat up, then shifted and placed me on my back just as he’d been.

Standing, he put his spent cock back in his pants.

Sully stepped up to the edge of the ottoman, took hold of my ankles and slid me down the length of it so my bottom was at the edge. The sore skin tingled against the cool leather.

While intense, Sully had always been gentle with me. Even his finger had probed my ass in an almost delicate way. But now, now he was keeping his inner beast at bay with the thinnest of threads. His body was coated in a sheen of sweat. His face was flushed, his lips a thin line. The veins in his temple pulsed and his cock dripped fluid onto the wood floor.

Seeing him this way had me eager. I’d made him this way. While the judge had been afraid of Sully, I was the one who reduced the outlaw to his basest of beings.

“Pull your knees back. Wider. Hold them like that.”

I positioned myself as Sully commanded. I liked the sharp bite of his voice, doing as he wanted. I knew now that while he would do what he wished with me, I’d come, too. I was sure of it.

Placing one knee on the floor, then the other, he knelt between my spread thighs. He was at the perfect height to have his cock lined up with my pussy. Without any preamble, he pushed right in on one long stroke. He went deeper than Parker, if that were even possible. Perhaps it was the angle, perhaps it was because his cock was longer, but I felt every thick inch.

He took me hard, his need was that great. Eyes on my pussy, he watched as his cock disappeared inside me and came back out coated in a mixture of my arousal and Parker’s seed.

“We’re one now, Mary. Your pussy, Parker’s seed, my cock. I’m going to fill you up, too. Our seed’s going to drip from you all night, make you all nice and wet to take you again.”

He told me what he was going to do, how he was going to fuck me, how Parker was going to take me as he plunged into me.

Parker knelt beside the ottoman and cupped my breasts, played with them, tugged on the nipples as Sully didn’t stop. I bowed my back and held onto my knees as Sully came, pushing me into one last orgasm. Like Parker, I felt his seed fill me, felt the hot spurts coat my pussy. I was marked by both of them and I loved that almost Neanderthal concept.

Our deep breaths were all we could hear; the scent of fucking, thick and pungent, filled the air. I was a sweaty, sticky mess and felt sore and used and… well fucked.

As Sully pulled out, I felt their combined seed start to trickle from me.

Sully’s hand cupped my pussy. “That’s a gorgeous sight, sweetheart. Your pussy, all swollen and well used, our seed dripping from it.”

Parker’s fingers joined Sully’s, rubbing their seed over me, working it back into me. “We don’t want you to lose a drop.”