“No,” she cried and he pressed it against her again.
“Come for me, darling, and then I’ll stop for now,” he promised.
“Oh,” she cried as the heat filled her as he pressed it against her little nub. The orgasm rushed toward her and she closed her eyes and screamed. “Wesley.”
“Oh, darling, that is a wonderful sound,” he said, pulling the glass cock away from her.
Slowly she opened her eyes and he was right next to her. His mouth covered hers, his lips demanding, and she surrendered to his kiss. Her body was so relaxed that she let him take control of her mouth.
This was what she wanted. This was what she needed, and she felt herself growing attached to her two men.
His lips released hers just as the wagon began to slow.
Anthony turned them down a pathway off the road and then pulled the horses to a stop. After setting the brake, he wrapped the reins around the handle.
“We’re here, and damn, I’m about to explode. Next time, you’re driving, Wesley,” he said hopping out of the wagon.
He reached up and placed his hands on Pearl’s waist. She loved the feel of his large hands wrapping around her. When he set her down, he slid her along his body. She could feel his swollen cock.
“Darling, I’m next,” he said.
She smiled at him. “What are you going to do to top that?”
He grinned at her. “You’re going to love it. Come on, let’s go find a good picnic spot.”
They strolled through the meadow until they found a shaded place under some trees. The large pines blocked the sun, and Wesley spread the blanket on the ground.
“Strip, darling,” Wesley said.
“What?” she asked. “We’re not married yet.”
Anthony took her face in his hands and pulled her mouth to his. He kissed her in that sweet gentle way that had her almost swooning. When he released her mouth, he smiled at her.
“Darling, give us time, we’re going to ask you. And you’ll be a virgin on our wedding night. But we want to show and teach you what you can expect from us. Now, remove your clothes.”
Nervous, she licked her lips. She’d survived Miss Champe’s abuse; she could do this.
Slowly she undid the buttons on the front of her dress and let it drop to the ground. Then she removed her petticoats. All that was left was her corset. Wesley took his knife and cut the cords.
“Why did you do that?”
“Because I never want to see you wearing one of those things again.”
“But a lady—”
“You’re our lady and our woman doesn’t need a corset,” Anthony told her.
Only her chemise remained. Quickly she lifted it and tossed it onto the blanket.
She stood in the nude, watching them stare at her.
“Darling, your body was designed by the hands of God. You’re beautiful in every way,” Wesley said. “It’s all I can do not to jump on you and make you mine.”
“Not yet, you’re not going to,” Anthony said. “You got to play in the wagon while I drove. Now it’s my turn. Hand me that towel and the ropes.”
“What are you doing?” she asked, her heart racing.
“I’m going to help you rid yourself of your inhibitions,” Anthony told her. “You have my word that we won’t take advantage of you. You’re going to love what I’m going to do to you.”