Their Rebellious Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 10)

“Fuck, seeing you like this, Kitten, is killing me. But what a way to go.”

I was on my hands and knees, but facing away from him, my hands on the brass footrail. Jonah had been playing with me for so long, playing with my breasts, tugging my nipples… pinching them. And lower, he teased my pussy with his fingers, using my arousal to coat my clit and learn exactly where it made me beg. Then, he’d laughed and moved on to slip his finger into my pussy. There, he’d also found a spot that when touched in a certain way, had made me writhe. Only then did he take his time and play with my bottom, coating me liberally in the ointment he’d collected from Bridgewater, then worked it into me. Only then did he slowly insert one of the plugs.

I remained in place, for I knew James could see what Jonah was doing, that while he was injured and it made it hard for him to participate, he wasn’t left out.

I knew he could bring me to climax, but hadn’t. Wouldn’t.

“Jonah,” I begged again.

“What, Kitten?”

Oh, he knew exactly what. I turned so I was on my knees facing them both.

I looked to James. “Make me come,” I begged, then reached down between my thighs and touched myself. Gasped.

Jonah reached out, spanked me. Not hard, but enough to make my inner walls clench, my breasts sway.

“That’s our pussy.”

“But I ache,” I countered with a whine.

James curled his finger. “Come here, Kitten. Sit on my face, and I’ll make it all better.”

I stared at him wide-eyed, unsure of what he meant.

He looked up, pointed to the headboard. “Put your hands up here.”

I did as he said.

“Good, now straddle my face. Oh, what a pretty view of your pussy and that plug parting that ass. Now sit. I want my mouth on you.”

His hands came up, gripped my hips and pulled me down when I was too cautious.

“Oh!” I cried, gripping the brass rail as his tongue licked me from entrance to clit.

“He’s going to make you come, Kitten, then you’re going to ride his cock,” Jonah told me.

James pushed me up just a little bit.

“And Jonah’s going to get in that ass,” he said, his warm breath fanning my sensitive folds.

I looked over my shoulder at Jonah, who reached out and tugged on the plug handle. “You’ll take both of us. It’s time to make you ours. Completely.”

My mind emptied when James returned to his efforts with the vigor of an uninjured man. He didn’t tease as Jonah had, but quickly and ruthlessly worked my clit until I came, screaming his name.

James shifted my hips down so I straddled his waist, my breasts dangling before him. He took a nipple into his mouth sucked, as I caught my breath. I was well-sated, James was quite skilled orally, but he hadn’t even used his fingers in me. My pussy felt empty. I needed James’ cock in me.

He came off my nipple, and I took the opportunity to slide down his torso even further, nestling the crown of his cock at my entrance.

“Fuck, yes,” he murmured.

As I took him into me, I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips, his tongue. He was so big, I was stretched open, filled. It took a minute for me to work myself on him, to sink all the way so I sat upon his thighs. With the plug in my bottom, it was so tight.

Jonah sat on the edge of the bed, slid a hand down the length of my spine, then tugged at plug until it slid from me.

I had no idea where Jonah put it, but his fingers were back on me there, coating me with more lubricant.

James began to move me, fucking me as he wanted, but at a slow pace. Perhaps too slow because I wiggled my hips wanting more.