Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 6) by Vanessa Vale Page B

pussy with his big cock, she reached up and gripped his shoulders for balance. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in utter surprise.
    She shook her head and began to squirm in his lap. “It’s too big. No… this won’t work.”
    Running a hand down the length of her spine, I tried to soothe her. “Shh, baby. He’ll fit. I promise. Take it slow. Nice and slow and let him in.”
    The sooner she rode Xander to completion, the sooner I could find my own release.
     
     
    EMILY
     
    He was too big. God, Xander’s… cock was much too large to fit inside me. Frank had been small in comparison to Simon’s and Rhys’ cocks I’d seen inadvertently earlier, but Xander…
    His cock was thick and long with a plum-colored head. Thick veins ran up the length of it when he’d gripped the base. It was stretching me open, stretching me wide… so wide I squirmed and tried to lift myself off, but Tyler held my hips still and was working me lower and lower.
    I clawed at Xander’s shoulders, frightened. “I don’t want it.”
    Tyler’s hands disappeared and Xander’s big hand cupped my jaw. It was so warm and I could feel the rough calluses on his palm. “Stop moving,” he commanded.
    I stilled, with only part of him filling me. The bite of his words gave me focus, something to pay attention to other than my fear.
    “Good girl. Now, just settle. That’s it. You’re so wet, sweetheart, my cock head is coated. Take a deep breath and relax. That’s right.”
    Xander’s tone, while direct, was almost soothing. He was directing me, distracting me from the discomfort. When I did relax my inner walls, I slipped a little bit lower on him. He was right, my wetness eased his entry, but I still felt as if I were being split open.
    “Lift and lower yourself, get used to the feel of my nice, big cock.”
    I came up onto my knees and pulled up off of him, but the flared head was notched just inside me, caught within me by my swollen pussy lips. Carefully, I lowered back down just a touch. Up and down I went, just a fraction of an inch, then more until the wet sounds of fucking filled the air.
    “I love seeing her pussy swallow up your cock,” Tyler murmured. “And the way her breasts are bouncing, God, I’m going to come before I even get inside her.” I hadn’t realized until then my eyes had fallen shut and I’d almost forgotten he was there. I’d forgotten everything but the feel of Xander cramming into me. There wasn’t a better word for it, because with every little bit of entry he gained, the fit was so tight. When I finally sat directly on his denim-clad lap, the feel of it rough against the backs of my thighs, I opened my eyes.
    Xander was watching me, his eyes almost black, his jaw clenched tight. The corner of his mouth ticked up. “See, sweetheart, a perfect fit.” His hands came to my hips. “Time to move now. Ah, shit, don’t squeeze my cock like that unless you want me to come right now.”
    He growled when I did it again and I realized my feminine power. That was short-lived, for his grip tightened and he began to move me as he wished until I was truly riding his cock. The burn and the stretching were replaced with intense waves of pleasure, especially when Xander brought his hips up as he pulled me down onto him. The slight bite of pain as he hit the end of my channel morphed into delicious pleasure.
    Somehow, his cock stroked over places inside I had no idea even existed, and that made me hotter and even eager for more.
    “Yes,” I gasped, on one rough thrust. I gripped his shirt, clawed at his shoulders as I let my head fall back, my hips beginning to move of their own accord, circling and moving to build the pleasure. To follow it.
    Hands cupped my breasts as I continued to move, fingers plucking at the nipples. On one sharp pinch, I cried out.
    “She likes it,” Tyler commented. He pinched a little harder.
    “Jesus, she’s squeezing my cock when you do that. Again,” Xander replied.
    Tyler