Their Rebellious Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 10)

I dropped to my knees. When I put my hands on her inner thighs, she startled. My cock leaked more cum with the need for me to stand and work my way into her tight pussy, stretching her to take all of me. Breaking that barrier that kept her from being mine completely. I couldn’t hold off any longer in tasting her, having waited the past two years to do this.

I put my mouth on her, the taste of her bursting on my tongue. Her head came up and she cried out in surprise, then when I flicked my tongue over her clit, she moaned. Her juices were already upon my face. My lips, chin and even the tip of my nose were covered in the sweet honey.

I didn’t take my time, although I wanted to learn every inch of her with my mouth. I ached to slip my fingers into that tight sheath, knowing no one had been there before, but this wasn’t the place. Now wasn’t the time. I’d wait. While I had my head buried between her thighs, I was honorable and would do right by Tennessee and wait. But she’d know how good it would be, how we weren’t like the others. My cock would remain hard, my balls would ache, but we’d see to her first.

I pushed her to climax quickly, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls. She was still sensitive from the orgasm Jonah had helped her achieve upon the horse—fuck, that had been hot as hell—just a short time ago. She was also incredibly passionate and quite insatiable.

Arousal dripped from her clenching core as she came, and I swallowed it all. Gently licked her clean once she was replete.

“Jonah, we have a naughty girl here, bent over a pew so I could eat her pussy.”

Tennessee pushed herself back upright and turned to me. Her dress fell to the floor once again, but she didn’t look embarrassed. She looked satisfied, and definitely a little naughty.

“Did you like James cleaning up that messy, needy pussy?” Jonah asked. He was still stroking his cock through his pants, and her eyes fell to the motion.

I rose to my full height, and she looked to the strain of my cock as well. I was truly testing the seams of the fabric, for I’d never been so hard.

“I am not the only one in need,” she breathed. She looked up at me with those pale eyes. “You gave me pleasure with your mouth. Does it work for you as well?”

My eyes fell closed, and I groaned at the very thought of those full lips stretched wide around me. I nodded once, and she dropped to her knees with haste.

Fuck.

She’d come twice in a short time, and yet she was eager for more. Yes, our kitten was insatiable and eager to please.

Her little hands came up to the placket of my pants, and I stepped back, not to get away, but to lean against the last pew. I needed support if she followed through with her obvious intentions.

She crawled on her knees following—like the kitten she was—then her hands got busy again. “Fuck,” I growled as she opened the placket and pulled me out. It fell free, thick and heavy, fluid beading the tip, into the palm of her hand.

Kneeling, my cock was directly in front of her face, just inches from that mouth.

“Have you ever seen a cock before?” Jonah asked, moving to stand right beside her. He leaned down to talk close to her ear.

She shook her head and stared at me. I wasn’t small, far from it. Her hand couldn’t wrap all the way around the base. A spurt of cum came out, dripped down the broad crown and she gasped.

“Lick it up,” Jonah told her. “That’s all for you.”

Her little pink tongue flicked out and caught the pearly drop. I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily.

With half-lidded eyes, I watched her. Her gaze lifted to mine, perhaps to see if I was pleased. The sight of her, on her knees before me, my cock in her hand, had my balls drawing up.

I reached out and stroked her hair.

“Open wide and take him in. Good, like that. Swirl your tongue about it like you would a sucker,” Jonah directed. “Such a good girl taking James’ big cock.”

Jonah and I had never done anything like this, claimed a woman together before. Never seen each other unclothed. Our mutual interest was Tennessee, nothing else. So having him see my cock, having him watch our woman suck me off left me unaffected. It was the cavern and sweet suction of Tennessee’s mouth that had me on the brink.

She moaned around me and I was going to come. I’d been hard all day, hell, for two years and her untried mouth would be my undoing.

Jonah stepped back, leaned against the wall to watch our woman be a good cocksucker.

It didn’t take long. Fuck, I was like an untried youth. “I’m going to come,” I said, tugging on her hair, pulling her onto me a touch more. Her eyes widened, but remained on mine. “It’s all for you. Swallow.”

The need to release broke and my balls emptied, cum spurting forth into her waiting mouth. My hips bucked and I growled. She made a funny sound of surprise at the first spurt of my seed, but I felt her throat work as she took it all, swallowing again and again. There was so much, as if I’d saved it for her.

I had.

The pleasure was intense, my knees locking so I didn’t fall to the floor. It was possible I went blind for a second, my brain going blank, like a chalkboard wiped clean. If my heart was as bad as the doctor said, it would have stopped. But it would be an incredible way to go.