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“Did you like me in your ass?” he asked.
The truth was obvious. I couldn’t lie, so I nodded.
“Soon that will be my cock.”
I squirmed at the idea, felt James’ seed slipping from me, coating my thighs. My bottom tingled, reminding me of where Jonas had been. I looked over his body. His naked body. I didn’t know when he’d removed his pants, but he was a virile specimen. His cock aimed for me, the pale hair I’d seen disappear into his pants before displayed as a thatch at the base of his arousal.
I parted my thighs for him, as I knew where it was going. I wanted him, too. I’d come, but I wanted more. It seemed with them, I’d never get enough. And while that scared me, I craved it more. “Fuck me, Jonah.”
7
JONAH
“Why are we going to Bridgewater and not your sister’s?” Tennessee asked James as we rode toward Kane’s and Ian’s house.
We’d intended to visit the group at the ranch over the noon meal, but our middle-of-the-night claiming had delayed us. After she’d uttered the sweetest words, Fuck me, Jonah, I’d done just that, sinking into her just opened pussy and losing myself.
Tennessee was my wife. My wife, not James’. Mine. I’d been caught with my pants down. Literally. It was an echo of twenty years ago, married because of an indiscretion. This time, though, I’d been guilty. This time, I wanted to pay the price. I got hard for her. Wanted to fuck her and fill her. Keep her. But James was to be the one to make her legally his. That had been his desire all along. The plan. I was to be the “extra” husband, a secondary male. But with one blink of an eye… with one flick of her tongue over the head of my cock, she belonged to me.
I’d gone to Butte the day before to help my friend find his wayward sister. Today, I was married.
There had been no way to explain to the minister James would legally wed her even though my cock had been in Tennessee’s mouth. I doubted the man of God had even heard of the small country of Mohamir, let alone was aware of their custom of two or more men marrying one woman. Bridgewater was expanding and well known, but their ways perhaps weren’t as familiar. Soon enough, a small town called Bridgewater would no doubt form and a marriage like mine and James’ would become common.
While she’d behaved with a deep well of passion, Tennessee wasn’t a quick tumble. While James had taken her first and she was no longer a virgin, she still had been an innocent. Well-fucked and satisfied, I’d settled on top of her, held her wrists by her head as my cock found her cum-coated entrance and easily slid in. James had eased my way, and feeling how tight she was, yet marked so thoroughly had only made my orgasm build at the base of my spine.
I hadn’t come in the church like James had and my balls had been full. Because of this, and the fact that her pussy was like a hot, wet heaven, I hadn’t lasted as long as I’d liked, especially when I felt her squeeze and clench about me, still adjusting to being filled. Her eyes had widened and held mine as I took her, her hard nipples poking against my chest. Her inner walls fluttered then all but milked the cum from me as I rubbed her clit with the base of my cock.
I’d taken her, spoken to her as I did so.
So beautiful. So tight. Such a good girl. I love seeing my cock disappear in your pussy. Oh, look how deep I can go.
I fucked her thoroughly, and yet it had been sweet. Tender.
Until she wrapped her legs about my waist, her nails digging into my ass as she told me harder, harder.
Then my little kitten had turned into a wildcat and I’d given in. It had been my pleasure to give her exactly what she wanted. A hard pounding. No dainty virgin fuck for her.
Oh no. Tennessee was going to want everything we could give her. And more. I filled her with so much cum there was no doubt who she belonged to, that it slipped from her still.
That was why we were going to Bridgewater and not remaining abed. While she was vastly eager for more, her untried pussy taking two big cocks had to be sore. If we’d remained at the ranch, we’d have fucked her again. And again. She needed a respit
e, even if for the day. I doubted James or I could wait much longer than that to get in her again.
And that alone was at the crux of my thoughts. Even though we’d just left the house, I couldn’t wait to be alone with her again. I barely knew anything about her—besides in the biblical sense—and I was curious to learn more. She might be impetuous, but she was also sweet. Passionate, but tender. Intelligent, but so very innocent in so many ways. I was old enough to want to share experiences with her, to watch as she found pleasure in them. We’d give her the world if that was what she wanted.
“We are going to Bridgewater so you can meet others with the same kind of marriage,” James replied, answering Tennessee’s question. “You can talk with the women, ask questions. I’m sure you are curious about Jonah’s ass play, of his talk about fucking you there.”
She tilted her head up to look at him, and I could see the way her cheeks pinkened. Our wife might be eager to part her lush thighs, but she wasn’t quite as prepared to get on all fours and stick her ass up for our cocks.
“Yes, but I know Abigail. I don’t know the others,” she countered.
“I do not wish to hear anything about how my sister gets fucked by Gabe and Tucker, nor do I want to know you collected advice on the matter from her. We are going to see Kane, Ian and Emma,” James replied. “Perhaps some of the others as well.”
I couldn’t help but grin, even though I didn’t blame him.
“Emma or Abigail, it doesn’t matter. I couldn’t speak of such things with them,” she said, her voice soft. Definitely not the naughty kitten now.
“I think you’ll find everyone at Bridgewater to be quite open,” I added, remembering a time I’d visited for a meal, almost all of the residents of the ranch in attendance, and Mason and Brody had taken Laurel into another room to fuck her. No one had said a word. Tending to a wife was of utmost importance.
