Friday, 16 October 2020

Bridgewater Brides ~ Free Preview

 


A shiver shot up my spine at his words. I had a fair idea of what they were planning and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up with excitement.

Shane bent to take off his boots. Roscoe got to his feet. My two husbands stood side by side, their eyes fixed on me. A storm erupted deep in my belly as slowly, their gazes not leaving mine, they shed their clothes. My heart pounded erratically against my rib cage and my pulse raced as they stripped for me, muscles rippling in their torsos. Individually, they were impressive men. But together, they were unbelievable. My breath came in ragged gasps, in time with the throbbing and pulsing between my legs. My breasts were hot, achy and tight. I couldn’t think of anything else but the men undressing in front of me.

I held my breath as they sat down on either side of me, the bed sinking beneath their weight. I was trembling, but not from fear or cold. It was arousal. I recognized the pricks of desire now; a longing that only my men could fill.

Without a word, Roscoe turned me onto my side and tapped the plug embedded in my bottom. Shane rested his hand on my shoulder. He was in front of me, Roscoe was behind. I was trapped between them. Right where I belonged.

“We don’t need this anymore. I’m going to fill your bottom with my cock instead,” Roscoe growled. Swiftly, he removed the glass plug and discarded it on the floor, leaving me aching and empty.

Shane pressed his cock against my slick pussy. “You’re so wet,” he murmured. “Just how I like it.”

Behind me, the head of Roscoe’s cock was at my most private hole. I gasped as his finger smeared cold oil over my tight rosebud and his cock pressed harder.

So this was what it was like to have two husbands. My head swam. Two pairs of hand touching my body. Two sets of thick thighs sandwiching mine. Two huge cocks about to invade my body. A hot wave of need rushed through me.

“Please,” I begged.

“Please what?” Shane asked in a teasing voice. “Tell us what you want.”

“I want you,” I gasped. “Both of you. To…” I couldn’t say the word.

“You want us to what?”

“I want you to… to…” my face flamed. My men waited, their cocks held there, against me, teasing. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Like this?” Slowly, Shane pressed just the tip of his cock inside me, giving me just a taste of what was to come.

“Yes!” I cried, grinding my pelvis against him. “Please!”

Shane obliged me. In a single movement, he slid inside me easily, right to the hilt and I clenched around him, rocking my hips a bit, showing him what I wanted.

“And like this?” Roscoe asked, pressing his cock against my tight entrance, making me freeze.

“Yes,” I whispered, not daring to breathe.

I gasped at the fiery burn of Roscoe’s cock stretching my forbidden hole wide. He was so much bigger than the plug! The burning intensified as he entered me slowly, gently, and I held my breath.

“Push back against me,” Roscoe commanded in a harsh whisper and I did, whimpering as he sunk deep inside me, burying his cock in me completely. The burning eased, replaced by a delicious fullness. My men held themselves still, letting me get used to the feel of two cocks. One in each hole. Filling me. Claiming me.

“Ours,” Roscoe growled, squeezing the fleshy part of my bottom, rocking inside me.

I cried out with desperate, aching need at the sensations that zipped through me.

Shane withdrew then pulled me towards him, sliding me forwards off Roscoe’s cock, filling my pussy. I groaned at the emptiness. Then he pushed me backwards, Roscoe’s cock impaling me fully again, leaving my pussy empty, bereft. First one hole then the other, one full, the other empty. The sensations ripping through me got stronger and stronger with each thrust, each filling, each emptying.

They fucked me in tandem, building up a rhythm – forward, back, forward, back – taking me alternately, first filling my pussy, then my bottom, but never both at once. Tormenting me. The movements getting faster and faster. My moans and whimpers getting louder and louder with each thrust.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only feel.


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