Their Conquered Bride. Grace Goodwin. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Grace Goodwin
Издательство: Bookwire
Серия: Bridgewater Ménage Series
Жанр произведения: Языкознание
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isbn: 9783969532416
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Please. Please.” Her breathy requests were timed to the deep plunge of the giant cock into her pussy and I reached down over my gown to touch myself there, in the forbidden place, in the one place I was taught never, ever to touch.

      “Emily, you know better,” Xander warned. “I tell you when to come. I say when, love, or you will be punished.” He spanked her again as he pulled back, then drove home. She groaned in response as the skin on her bottom turned a dark shade of pink. “You’re going to take us both, sweetheart. You love when Tyler’s in your pussy while I fuck that snug ass.”

      Tyler waited for Xander’s nod before shifting position to lie flat on his back on the bed, his cock rising from his body like a sword, a weapon. He caught the woman by her long dark hair and I imagined that hard pull on my scalp, used my free hand to pull on my own hair just as he tugged on hers and he issued his first command. “Crawl over the bed and ride me, baby. Now.”

      Emily whimpered, but it was because as she moved, Xander slipped from her. I could see her pussy open and wet, red and swollen. Well used and yet they weren’t done. Xander’s fingers slid through her wetness to touch her back entrance and I bit my lip as I noticed the tip of his finger disappearing inside her. I saw the forbidden hole glistening as Xander painted it with her desire.

      Tyler smiled and pulled harder on her hair, so I pulled on my own, my hand over my own sensitive nub speeding up to match the rhythm of Xander’s hands stroking her from ass to pussy as she pulled away from him. She stopped halfway to her destination and pulled back, yanking away from the hand in her hair to shove her wet pussy against Xander as he fucked her with his fingers. “Please.”

      Xander laughed and struck her bare bottom so hard I could see another handprint from the balcony, the pink sting on her naked flesh. “You’re not in control, sweetheart. Tsk, tsk. You should know better. I decide when to fuck you. I decide how wide to spread that pretty little ass.” He spanked her again and she moaned, leaning down to rub her hard nipples along Tyler’s hard, hairy thighs. “Now, get up there and ride Tyler’s cock like a good girl. Let him feel how hot and wet you are.”

      She scrambled to do as instructed and eagerly sank onto Tyler’s cock until the cheeks of her bottom were spread so wide across his hips that I could see the tight rose of her backside. She leaned over and captured her lover’s lips in a hot duel of tongues as Xander crawled onto the bed and settled behind her. He pulled and tugged on her bottom, spreading her open until I could see the soft, glistening pink of her wet pussy stretched around the base of Tyler’s cock. He spanked her ass again, over and over as she moaned and cried out, most of her cries buried in a deep and thorough kiss.

      I rubbed my own tender flesh faster and harder, desperate to be filled with something to ease the ache, but I knew that would be too much to explain away should my sisters wake from where they slept in the bed behind me. A hand outside my gown I could explain away, but my nightgown up around my hips and my own fingers deep inside my wet pussy? Well, that one would mark me as the dirty, naughty girl my uncle had accused me of being.

      God help me, he was right. I was unclean. Disgusting. No pure woman should feel wet heat sliding down her thighs simply from watching another woman, most likely a prostitute, enjoying two men.

      Hell, no decent woman should watch this at all, but I wasn’t decent. I was broken. Damaged goods. My mother’s passionate nature was in my blood. I’d been corrupted by evil since before my birth and had never been able to recover no matter how hard I tried.

      And I did try. I spent countless hours on my knees, begging the good Lord to take away my sinful thoughts, my lustful body, the ache between my thighs that longed to be touched. But he never answered my prayers.

      I ached. I wanted. I lusted.

      So when Tyler pulled and tugged on the woman’s nipples, I tugged on my own, mimicking his movements exactly. Xander rubbed some kind of oil over her back entrance and, using his thick thumb, worked it deep inside her. I moaned, then held my breath, hoping I hadn’t just given myself away.

      No. The woman made noise of her own, more than covering for my lapse of control.

      As Xander aligned his thick cock behind her, I shuddered. I had never imagined this. Not in a hundred thousand years would I have ever imagined something so wicked. I should look away. I should go back into my room and curl up on the floor next to my sisters’ bed and sleep.

      I should at least try to save my soul, but just as my uncle had accused me, I was corrupted because I could not tear my eyes away from the sight of Xander’s giant cock beginning to stretch her forbidden place wider and wider.

      Emily panted and gasped as he entered her slowly, Tyler still balls deep in her pussy, still playing with her hard nipples, still pulling on her hair.

      I shuddered as my hand moved faster and faster. I wanted to feel it all, but I only had two hands, and one of them had to be on my clit.

      The two men moved opposite one another, one filling her pussy as the other pulled out of her bottom, then reversing course.

      She begged them to go faster. Begged them to let her come, but all her words earned her was another hard spanking and a reprimand from the dark-haired Adonis behind her. “You don’t come until I give you permission.”

      “Yes, sir. Please. Please. I can’t wait anymore.”

      The men glanced at each other—they worked in perfect harmony to give the woman pleasure—and Tyler, buried in her wet pussy, slid his hand first to her hip, which made her beg him to hurry, then between their bodies to the sensitive flesh on a woman’s body. I, too, stroked the same place beneath my gown.

      The dominant one, Xander, fucked her harder and faster in her ass as Tyler worked her clit and pulled her hair, hard, arching her back and neck up toward the ceiling, opening her for their possession. They were thorough lovers, but still gentle with her. They watched her closely to ensure her pleasure, to ensure she was loving everything they were doing. “We know how you like it. Hard and deep. Isn’t that right, baby?”

      “Yes, sir. Please!”

      “Arch your back. Get your ass in the air. We’ll give you what you need.”

      She was shaking now, sweat dripping down her temples to roll down her neck to her breasts. Tyler licked it from her skin and I shuddered nearly as much as the woman who enjoyed the harsh rasp of his tongue.

      With a grunt, Xander struck her bare bottom hard, over and over as she bucked and whimpered. I couldn’t imagine her liking how rough they were with her, but she did. She was wild as she was completely taken by both of them.

      Finally, Xander set her free.

      “Come now. Come all over us.”

      It was like he was talking to me.

      I shattered, right there on the balcony, my release rushing over me as the woman found hers.

      It was the most erotic thing I’d ever done. The dirtiest. As my pussy convulsed and my body quaked, out of control, I kept my eyes squarely on the trio, watched the slide of wet cock in and out of her pussy, the hard thrust of the other in her bottom, and I envied her.

      I wanted that, even a man’s cock in my bottom. Not some dirty old miner more than twice my age. I wanted a young man desperate to take me, to make me his. I wanted raw animal passion and a man who would make me shatter into a thousand pieces from pleasure.

      I was jealous of a prostitute, and that proved once and for all that my uncle was right to send me away. He was right to disown me. I was dirty, my thoughts unclean. I was a bad, bad girl. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop.

      Mr. Jenkins was my future, my soon-to-be husband. He would lay with me and make me his. I could hope there was passion in our bed. I did hope. I hoped he filled me with his cock and made me lose control, made me beg for release. And if not, then I had what I’d just seen to keep me warm on cold nights.

      Tomorrow the stage would take me to Hayes where I would I start my new