Their Brazen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 8)

Tucker’s lips slid back and forth over my clit as he pulled almost all the way out of me, then back in. He groaned, and I felt the vibrations of it against my back. Just the feel of him deep inside me had me on the brink of coming. They’d made me so aroused, so eager for their cocks I wasn’t going to last.

“Look at Gabe, precious. He’s watching you take me all the way.”

Turning my head, I glanced at Gabe. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his lips red, his cheeks ruddy. He stroked his cock. Waiting, readying.

It was so carnal, so decadent I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t want to. I clenched down on Tucker’s cock and came. Just like that. My eyes widened in surprise at the sudden burst of pleasure.

“Shit, she just came all over my cock,” Tucker growled, his hands tightening over mine.

“I know. All she did was look at me,” Gabe added, his voice full of awe as he began to stroke himself a little faster.

My eyes were closed as the sizzling heat had me catching my breath. Tucker had been right. Deep inside of me, everywhere his cock touched, everywhere the plug stretched, felt alive. The strokes tingled and heated and swamped me with delicious pleasure. It had been nothing like this when I’d touched myself.

“I can’t hold still any longer.” Tucker kissed my nape and shifted up onto his knees, his hands sliding down my body to settle on my hips. It was then he took me.

Before, it had been all about me adjusting to him. I was a virgin no longer, and he was going to show me exactly how this… fucking thing was done.

This was what I’d thought of, longed for. I never knew a woman could be taken from behind, but God, I loved it. He wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t gentle either, pulling almost all the way out then plunging deep, his hips bumping into my stinging bottom each time. Over and over he took me, until I felt his fingers tighten, his cock swell, and a deep rumbling sound escaped his lips. I felt the hot wash of his seed fill me.

I hadn’t come again, but he’d kept my need simmering. I was panting as hard as he was, loving that I’d made him that way, knowing my body was pleasing enough, that I was good enough for him to come himself. When he pulled out and moved away, I slumped down onto the bed, his hot seed trickling out of me.

“You’re not done, precious,” he murmured.

Another hard body came over me and he kissed me briefly, rolled me over. “With two husbands, you will be kept quite busy.”

I opened my eyes. It was Gabe. I couldn’t help but smile up at him. He kissed me, his beard soft and a little ticklish. He tasted different; he smelled different. He felt different. I opened readily for him, shifting so he could settle atop me. The hair on his chest tickled my breasts and, as his hand cupped the back of my head, his thumb stroked over my sweaty brow before moving down over the puckered skin of my scar. He wouldn’t ignore it, and he let me know that by the simple caress. He was still hard, still eager.

Using his knee, he nudged mine apart, and I felt his cock at my entrance. He didn’t stop kissing me as he slowly eased inside. I squirmed because of his girth. My tender tissues were stretched so wide. While I saw the dark need in his gaze, I saw tenderness as well, felt it with the way he was fucking me. Gently, as if I were made of spun glass. But I wasn’t going to break.

“Please.” I shifted my hips up to meet his inward stroke. “More.”

Pushing up onto his hands, he loomed over me. His dark eyes became almost black. There was an intensity about him now, an aroused need transforming him from tender and almost sweet to virile and potent.

“You want it harder?”

I nodded, bit my lip.

He pulled out.

“No!?

?? I cried, gripping his shoulders and tugging him back.

“I’m not going anywhere, but if you want a hard fuck, I need to take out the plug.”

Settling back on his knees, he gently worked it from my body and, when it slipped free, I sighed. Squeezing my inner walls, I felt empty. Everywhere.

“Please,” I whispered. I needed him back inside me. Over me. Just as he’d said at the picnic.

He settled back into place, lowered his head, and kissed me once again.

“We cannot deny you anything… today. While you may think you are in charge, do not confuse our gentleness for weakness.”

I didn’t fully understand what he meant, but he drove into me in one long, hard stroke and my mind went blank. Hooking his hand behind my knee, he opened me wide for him. Pulling back, he plunged deep again.

I cried out at how deep he could go, amazed his oh-so-large cock fit. His balls slapped against my bottom, which was tender and sore from the earlier spanking. I was also highly sensitive from the plug.

“You’re slick with Tucker’s seed,” Gabe said. His jaw clamped, and sweat dripped from his brow. “I’m not going to last. You’re so tight, so hot.”