Our Fugitive Bride (Treasure Falls Brides 1)

A twirl of her arm and she was facing Andrew. His dark eyes were brimming with what looked like passion. “When we’re in the bedroom, you will remove your clothes and be naked and ready for us. Time to undress.”

She swallowed, her throat closing. Unable to reach the buttons, she whirled around. “Unbutton me, please.”

Slowly he undid all the buttons on the white dress and she peeled the bodice down and over her body before she stepped out of the gown.

Standing before them in her camisole and petticoats, she began to remove each piece of clothing. When she came to the corset, Andrew loosened the straps and removed it from her body. He tossed it out the window.

“You won’t need that any longer.”

“But it makes my waist look smaller,” she said.

“Honey, your body is perfect to us,” Jesse said and she glanced at him. He was naked. His chest was muscled and his abdomen was rippled, his manhood stood out at attention hard like a sword. With a gulp, she realized that soon he would be entering her body.

Andrew began to remove his shirt and she watched as he pulled it from his pants. His chest was hard and muscular, and she felt the urge to reach out and rub her hand down those rolling muscles.

Jesse stepped in front of her. “You’re not finished.”

She licked her lips and pulled her chemise over her head. Fingers touched the waistband of her drawers and she felt them being pulled down.

With a toss of her clothing, she stood before them naked.

“Damn,” Jesse said, his eyes roving over her body, his gaze like a flash of heat each time. “And you’re ours.”

Andrew stepped in close behind her and she was sandwiched between the two men. The smell of their clean bodies, the fragrant aroma of manly men, had her breathing hard. Swallowing, she glanced up into Jesse’s face.

“Your body is so hard,” she said in wonder.

“Every inch of me is hard for you right now,” he replied.

She felt Andrew slide his penis between her legs. It was long and hard and when he rubbed it against her, her breath caught in her lungs.

“Oh,” she cried. How would it feel when they touched her?

She leaned back against Andrew’s hard chest and pulled his lips down to her.

“Show me,” she whispered. “Show me how a woman handles two men.”

Andrew groaned and then his mouth came down over hers, effectively shutting her up. As his lips moved over her mouth, Jesse turned her in Andrew’s arms and kissed her neck, her back, his tongue trailing along her spine sending delicious shivers through her.

The kiss that Andrew bestowed upon her had her clinging to him, his lips consuming hers, his tongue sweeping the inside of her mouth as fire raced through her and she wanted more. This was different from the kiss he gave her when they married.

This kiss had her knees going limp, her body sagging into his, needing more and wanting more.

When she was completely limp, he broke the kiss and she didn’t want him to stop. A growing heat blazed between her legs as she stared into his dark brown gaze, feeling like she was swirling out of control.

“Any time you want me to stop, tell me. We can hardly wait to get inside you. Our cocks are about to explode, so if we go too fast, tell us to slow down. If you’re not begging us to take you, then we haven’t done what we are supposed to.”

Confusion swirled inside her mind. They wanted her to beg them to take her? Never.

Andrew’s lips covered hers again and Jesse continued his assault on her senses as his tongue trailed all the way down her spine, reaching her derriere. Then he pulled apart her buttocks and blew on that most private of spots, sending a swirl of sensations through her all the way to her cunny.

Breaking the kiss with Andrew, she gasped, “Jesse.”

They placed her on the bed with Jesse at her head and Andrew by her feet. What was he doing?

Then she felt him spread her legs and look at her in the most intimate of places.

“Oh, Jesse, she’s got the sweetest pussy. And I’m going to taste it.”

Shock rumbled through her as he spread her innermost lips and placed his mouth in her center and kissed her. Shockwaves of pleasure pulsed through her, scurrying up her spine.

“Don’t fight it, Mary. We’re going to taste you in every way. And if we do it right, you’re going to scream with pleasure.”

A whimper escaped her as Jesse placed his mouth on her nipples, sucking them into his mouth and nipping at the hard pebbles. A pressure was building inside her and she didn’t understand what was happening.

And yet, she felt decadent with her legs spread, giving Andrew even more access so he could continue giving her pleasure. His tongue lapped at her inner lips and the need to raise her hips to meet him was powerful.

This was not how she thought of a wedding night. This was not what she expected. It was better. Desire as hot as melted butter filled her and she moaned.

As Andrew’s tongue continued to lick her, she felt his finger probe her back entrance.

“No, not yet,” she cried as she gasped for breath.

Slap! His hand found her pussy and he slapped it hard enough to send a rush of the strangest heat through her. She clutched the sheets of the bed. What was happening?

Slap!

“We are your husbands. Your body is ours. You don’t tell us what to do. In time, you will experience more than my finger in your ass.”

His fingers were toying with her clit and a hot slick sheen of her essence coated his digits.

“I think she likes having her pussy spanked,” Andrew said.

“Do it again,” Jesse said, rising from her breasts.

Slap!

Suddenly it was like the world exploded around her and she clinched Andrew’s fingers as he slid them inside her and she screamed her pleasure, the sound echoing in the room. Where did that come from?

“That’s it, honey,” Jesse said. “Come for us.”