Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 7)

With Benson dead… I shuddered. He was evil and I couldn’t believe Father had shot him. Perhaps there was more to the man, more to the two of us than I ever knew, but now was not the time discover it.

Now it was time to be with Parker and Sully. Together. I’d continued to stretch and train my ass for their cocks and with the largest plug deep inside me now, I knew I could take them. I wanted to take them both.

I needed it. I needed them.

There was only one thing I could say, the one word they were waiting eagerly to hear. “Yes.”

With that one breathy word, I was lifted and maneuvered on the bed as if I weighed nothing. Sully settled on his back, his head on the pillows, his body laid out like an offering. An offering I was more than eager to take.

My pussy clenched with the need to be filled with that massive cock. Clear fluid seeped from the slit of his cock and ran down along the thick vein that pulsed up the length. I knelt on the bed, Parker a hard, hot body at my back. He cupped my breasts and ran his thumbs over my nipples as I drooled over Sully’s cock. I needed it. I needed to taste that pearly drop, to feel him hot and thick in my mouth.

I told him so.

Sully’s eyes turned even darker, flared with heat.

Parker’s hands released me and I leaned forward, grasping Sully’s cock in my grip, then flicked my tongue out and tasted him, tasted his essence. Salty and pungent, it coated my tongue and I wanted more. That little drop was for me. All for me. Opening wide, I took the flared crown into my mouth and sucked it. Sully’s body tensed and he swore beneath his breath.

I couldn’t see what Parker was doing, but I felt the bed shift. As I took a little more of Sully into my mouth, I felt Parker’s big hands on my thighs, insisting I part my knees. There was no way I could take all of Sully’s cock into my mouth, so I began to stroke my grip up and down his shaft as I lifted and lowered my head. His hand fell into my hair and tangled there, holding me in place. I was doing something right.

When I felt Parker’s tongue on my pussy, licking along my seam and then up to my clit, I groaned. That, of course, made Sully groan.

“Do that again, Parker,” Sully said. “Whatever you did, her moans are pulsing up my cock.”

Parker flicked my clit, then sucked it into his mouth. I moaned again, and Sully groaned.

“She was so wet from the spanking, I’m just licking her all clean. So we can get her dirty again.” Perhaps it was Parker’s words, or perhaps I was pushing Sully too close to the edge, but he gently tugged on my hair, lifting me off his cock.

“I want my cock buried deep in your pussy when I come. Straddle me.”

Parker gave me one last lick, then a kiss on my inner thigh, before straightening.

I lifted my leg over his flat stomach, my hands on his upper chest for balance. The hot feel of his skin, the soft prickle of the hairs there, made me aware of how big he was. All man. He was virile and dangerous. Potent and powerful. And yet I’d reduced him to groans of pleasure with my mouth on his cock.

We could reduce each other to the basest of beings, lost only in what the others were doing. We craved, we needed, we gave.

Lifting up, I rose above his cock and settled back down, that tasty crown nudging my entrance. I was slick and wet and so eager for him. Pushing myself down, I felt my pussy lips spread and part for his cock, stretching open as he began to fill me.

My head fell back at the exquisite feel of him. Hot inside me, hot beneath my palms, hot against the inside of my thighs. Lower and lower I sank until I was fully seated astride his lap. As I did so, the plug in my ass nudged his thighs and I gasped. I was so tight, so crowded full of cock and hard plug.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. And so I began to move. Up and down I slid, shifting and rotating my hips, ensuring that my clit rubbed against him just right. My eyes fell closed and I moaned. This was what was missing during the spanking. I’d been empty and now I was so filled.

Parker’s hand slid down my spine, then back up in a

smooth caress. “Lean forward, sweetheart.”

Collapsing my elbows, I lay down on Sully’s chest, our skin slick with sweat. My nipples felt abraded against his chest. His hands cupped my hips, held me in place as he kissed me. Tongues tangled, breaths mingled. We were truly one. But one wasn’t enough.

I had two husbands and I was desperate for Parker, too. With a gentle tug, he began to pull the plug from my bottom. At first, it opened me wide and I gasped against Sully’s mouth, but it easily slid free and then I felt empty.

Whimpering, I shifted my hips. More. I needed more.

“Shh,” Parker soothed.

Sully’s mouth moved to the line of my jaw, my neck as I felt the bed dip, felt Sully shift his legs to make room for Parker. Without any more delay, I felt the flared head of his cock nudge my trained ass. It was slick and hot, insistent, a completely different feeling than the plug.

Sully continued to kiss me as his hips canted slightly, allowing my inner walls to be stroked and nudged by his cock while keeping me in place for Parker.

The pressure of Parker’s invasion grew and I broke the kiss with Sully. I could only breathe and feel secure in his hold with his hands on my hips. Parker gripped my shoulder and I felt grounded. I was between them and soon filled by both.