Alex’s cock pushed in and slid into place and she began to meet each thrust. When she slowed, he slapped her ass, not hard, but enough to send pleasure centering between my legs, heat gathering like a storm once again. Jesse flicked his fingers over her clit and then she felt Alex’s fingers once again deep inside her ass. She was being fucked in both holes while Jesse twisted her clit.
Her breathing accelerated and she knew she could not hold out much longer. She moved, rocking her hips meeting his every thrust both in her pussy and her ass. Pleasure and pain mixed, and he smacked her on the ass again. How could something that seemed so carnal be so pleasurable?
And how could she love it so much?
“Alex,” she cried.
He leaned next to her ear. “Come whenever you want, because I’m going to fill you with my come.”
His words were all she needed. Like a wanton, she squeezed his cock, the walls of her pussy gripping him as she fucked herself and him, riding him like a wild stallion in heat.
As she came again, Jesse whispered against her cheek. “Good girl.”
Her hips came to rest, but he lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, pounding, plunging into her for his own pleasure. Like a rag doll, he used her until she felt him swell inside her and shove so deep, he hit her womb. His hot seed pulsed through her and she collapsed on top of Jesse.
Jesse held her while she tried to recover. “Now you’re our bride.”
At this moment, she felt like a well-fucked bride and she couldn’t wait until they were ready to do it again. Heavy breathing filled the air along with the scent of their fucking.
Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that tonight would be like this. Now she belonged to both of them. As their seed began to trickle out of her, Alex sat on the edge of the bed.
He gripped her shaved pussy. “You were right, Jesse. Shaving her pussy and seeing it all red and swollen and well used, that’s a sight to behold.”
Alex glanced at her. “I can’t wait to fuck you again.”
7
MATTIE
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The next morning when she awoke, her men were gone. The bathtub had been removed and she lay there naked, remembering the night before, wishing her men were still here in the room with her.
The smell of bacon drifted up the stairs. Last night, she had been so nervous when they first arrived, she couldn’t remember a thing about how the house appeared. As she rose from the bed, she glanced down and saw her naked pussy.
Her lips were bare, clit hanging down.
A sigh escaped her and she hurried to the water bowl and freshened up. Then she began to look for her satchel. It was gone. Frantically, she searched the room and found nothing.
“Jesse,” she called. “Alex?”
Where were her clothes? Two sets of boots hurried up the stairs, running around the corner.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Alex said.
Jesse stood back and watched her. She had the bed sheet wrapped around her.
“Where’s my satchel?”
“It’s been put in a safe place.”
Alex gave her a wicked grin as a sizzle of alarm trickled up her spine. They were up to something.
“The first week you’re here, we want you naked at all times,” Alex said.
“But what if we have company?”
“Here in Bridgewater, no one will be shocked. It’s not unheard of,” Jesse explained.