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His hips began to drive into me, hard and fast; the wet slaps of it filled the room. My breasts swayed, and he was slowly moving me across the bed with every thrust.
Whatever spots inside me Tucker’s gentle fucking had awakened were stroked by Gabe’s cock and more aggressive actions. My body had no choice but to relent to his all-out assault, so hard and rough. One I’d wanted… needed. I couldn’t stop the escaping cries of pleasure, nor could I avoid the orgasm tearing through me. My mouth fell open and I screamed his name, my body clenched and pulsed around Gabe’s cock.
“Shit, she’s milking the seed from me.” Gabe thrust once, twice, then shouted his own release. Buried deep, he came, mixing his seed with Tucker’s. I was done in, my body exhausted from all the pleasure my two husbands plucked from it. They’d done it so easily, too. But, now, I was a boneless, mindless heap. I barely knew when Gabe pulled out or when they tucked me beneath the covers. I slept then, content, sated, and blissfully sore, thrilled that being their wife was better than any one of my dreams.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tucker
“Morning, precious.”
Abigail stirred on top of me. As she’d slept, she worked her way into my arms until her head rested in the crook of my shoulder, her body angled against me. One of her legs was thrown over mine, and I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my thigh. I’d woken at dawn and just reveled in the soft feel of her, running my fingers through her long hair as she continued to sleep. While we’d worn her out from a very hot bout of fucking, she’d stunned us.
Her degree of passion wasn’t much of a surprise, but she was so very eager and open about it. She’d displayed fear, no worry about the act of claiming her virginity. I was thrilled she hadn’t had a maidenhead to rupture. No pain for her. Only wide-eyed pleasure.
We’d expected to slowly teach her about fucking, about being with two men. To take our time with her and let her accustom herself to being with us, to the things we wanted to do with her, to her. But she’d wanted it all. Eagerly, desperately. She’d doubted the spanking but quickly learned she liked it, at least when it wasn’t a punishment, and I was glad I’d shown her the difference. Even the plug in her ass. We’d expected tears and weeks of cajoling to have her accept we’d fuck her ass, but Abigail wanted it. Loved it.
My cock pulsed at the memory of how tight she’d felt, fucking her with the plug in her as well.
And her ability to come! She was so responsive, so sensitive.
Abigail stiffened for a moment then relaxed against me again. She was awake. “Tucker.”
“Not used to waking up to a man in your bed?”
She’d better not be.
“Where’s Gabe?” she asked, her voice rough from sleep.
“In the stables. He said once you’re up and about to meet him there.”
She looked out the window. “The sun is high. How long have we slept?”
“Late,” I replied, but didn’t give a time. It didn’t matter. I’d never slept this late in my life, nor had I woken to a woman in my bed. Besides the Bridgewater brides, no woman had even been in our house.
But Abigail was here, in my arms where she belonged. I couldn’t help the male pride pumping through my veins. She was well pleasured, and we’d worn her out. She was not accustomed to one man’s attentions, let alone two, and needed her rest. Especially if we were going to take her again. The way my cock jumped at the idea, I wanted it to be now. “Sore?”
Her finger idly drew circles on my chest, which, for something so tame, was making me desperate to sink into her once again. “Not really.”
I didn’t think she was being completely truthful, but from the way she was sliding her leg up and down, all but humping my thigh, she didn’t seem to care.
I did, though. I didn’t want her hurt. She might not have had a maidenhead, but her body wasn't used to taking two big cocks. And a plug. She had to be swollen and tender.
“Eager to come, precious?”
She lifted her head and rested her chin on my chest. Her face was soft with sleep and, with her wild hair, she looked well fucked. “Mmm, yes, please.”
“Insatiable wench,” I growled.
I loved the openness of her, the truth in her eyes. She didn’t hide from her desires, and I would reward her for it.
Shifting, I rolled her onto her back so I leaned over her. I skimmed my hand down her belly and between her thighs. There was no hesitation or embarrassment on her part, for she opened her legs for me. Sliding one finger into her, I groaned. “I can feel our seed. Do you know how hard I am because of it?”
She purred and arched her back at my delicate touch. “I can feel it.” A grin spread across her face as she stretched languidly.
I slid down her body and licked over her tender flesh.
“Tucker!” she cried. She had not been expecting that. While she was so open and eager, she was innocent still.
