Ride Me Dirty (Bridgewater County 1)

With one arm banded about her, I used my free hand to unbutton her blouse. A lacy pink bra appeared, almost too delicate to handle the hefty load of her full breasts. I didn't have to dip my fingers beneath the fabric far to find her soft nipple. She gasped.

“If I'm not around, Jack will fuck you,” I murmured, kissing her right behind her ear.

“That's right,” Jack confirmed. “Why's your pussy all wet, sweetness? Does it miss our cocks?”

I pulled on her nipple then, tugging it then releasing.

“Sam,” she gasped.

I studied her profile, the bright flush in her cheeks, the way her eyes fell closed and she bit her lip. She liked nipple play and I wasn't going to stop. Sure, I'd stop if she wasn't into it, if she told me no, but the way she moaned, the way she arched her back into my touch, that was the last word she was going to utter besides “Yes,” and “Please,” and “Harder.”

“Answer his question, doll. Do you miss our cocks?”

“Yes!” she cried, when I pinched the hard tip.

My hips shifted into her lower back, my cock already hard.

“Then let Sam fuck you. He'll make it all better.” Thankfully, Jack was on board with what she needed.

Katie whimpered when I released her tight little tip.

“Are you wearing panties, sweetness?” Jack’s question had her stilling.

I laughed. “Uh oh. I think she is, cousin,” I said aloud, dropping my hand from her waist. “Hands on the desk, doll. Let’s see if you’re a bad girl.”

She took a deep breath, then another before putting her hands on my desk.

“Bend those elbows and stick that ass out.”

Those dark eyes met mine and held as she did as she was told. Stepping behind her, I slid her skirt up her thighs, exposing every creamy inch, and her white silk—barely there—panties.

“Christ,” I muttered, seeing the delicate fabric soaked through with her arousal.

“Panties?” Jack asked.

“Yup,” I replied.

“Take them off, sweet

ness.”

Using one hand at a time, I watched as she worked them off one hip then the other before they slid down her legs.

“Leave them around your ankles,” I said. The sight of her, skirt up, pussy dripping and exposed as she bent over my desk had my pants tenting. I had to adjust myself to ease the ache in my balls.

I went around my desk, lifted my briefcase on top and pulled out the condom, lube and plug I’d tucked into a side pocket, placed them in front of her. Her eyes widened as she knew what they were for, but she didn’t move, didn’t do more than squirm.

“What… what are you going to do with those?” she asked, her eyes focused on them.

“We took you last night, one at a time. When you have two men making you come, you’ll have one fuck your pussy, the other your ass. This plug will prepare your ass to take a cock.”

“Last night was a one time thing,” she countered as I went around behind her.

“And yet, here you are, bent over my desk, pussy out with your panties about your ankles.”

“Sam, I—” she said, but Jack cut off whatever she was going to say.

“Sweetness, we might take charge when it comes to fucking, but you have all the power.” His voice came through loud and clear from the speaker. “Just pull up your panties and tug down that skirt. You can say no. It won’t hurt our feelings none. We’ll just court you proper until you’re ready.”