Their Wayward Bride(30)

Their eyes shifted to between my thighs.

"Her pussy's dripping. I can see it from here."

"Those curls are so striking."

I wanted to close my legs, but knew they'd just have me open them again.

"We'll shave her later."

My eyes widened at their words, at their frank discussion of my body.

"We must leave at least some red down there. Later. Now I need to make her mine," Brody said, placing a knee on the bed and positioning himself between my thighs.

My skin was warm and flushed. I could feel it. The quilt beneath my back was soft, the room lit solely with the soft glow from the bedside lamp. Their tastes mingled in my mouth from their kisses. Brody gripped his cock in a tight fist, came down to support himself on one hand and lined himself up. He slid the broad head back and forth over my slick folds before catching it at my opening, pressing slightly forward.

The hint of stretching had me wince. He was so big, so much bigger than his finger that he'd just inserted a tiny amount. I knew he would put his entire cock inside me and I tensed, knowing it would hurt and questioning if the action was even possible. My eyes widened and my fingers clenched in the quilt.

"Wait," Mason said. Brody froze and I tensed even more. My breath came out in silent pants. "She's not ready."

Brody looked up my body so our eyes met. "Ah," he said, his voice gruff and deep. Letting go of his cock, he placed his other hand by his head so he was directly over me, our noses practically touching.

"Shh," he crooned before dipping his head for a kiss, this one a light brushing over my lips. "Listen to my words, sweetheart."

He was so close I could see the rough stubble of his beard, the gold flecks in it.

"Do you know what makes me so hard for you?"

I shook my head but held his gaze.

"The little sound you make in your throat when you come. The way you bite your bottom lip. The color of your nipples."

"Oh," I whispered, almost an exhale.

"I like the way your pussy tastes," Mason added. "The way your eyes widen in surprise when you come, then they slip closed as you succumb."

"We'll never hurt you, sweetheart," Brody murmured.

"You're...you're too big," I admitted. "I don't think you'll fit."

Brody stroked my hair back from my face in a soothing gesture. "Let's work up to my cock, all right?"

I nodded, soothed by his words, by his gentle tone.#p#分页标题#e#

He shifted and reached down to run his fingers over my lower lips and the sound of my wetness filled the air. A finger slipped inside and my hips arched off the bed. It went in farther than when he'd done it before and I clenched down on it.

"Right there, that's your maidenhead. That's for my cock." He pulled his finger out, but only for a moment and this time two fingers worked into me. My eyes widened at the feel, a slight burning, yet it felt...good.

"All right?" he asked, concerned.

I nodded. I was more than all right. His finger felt incredible.

"That's right, move your hips to what feels good. Just like that. One more finger, sweetheart."

When he had three fingers in me, I cried out. It was tight, so very tight, yet for the first time I felt filled, but he wasn't deep enough. I couldn't stop the movement of my hips and soon I became frantic. I needed more. I felt hot all over and I heard the little sound that Brody mentioned escape my throat.

"Are you ready for more?"

Brody, too, was breathing hard and I could see that his patience was costing him. A bead of sweat dripped down his brow and his cheeks were ruddy.

"Yes. Please."

"Ah, I love the sound of her begging," Mason said. He'd moved to sit beside me and tucked his hand behind my knee and pulled my leg up and back so I was spread so incredibly wide. "Brody's going to take your maidenhead now, sweetheart, and I'm going to watch."

His words eased the last of my fears, although my arousal was so intense I could barely remember why I didn't want Brody's cock inside me.

This time when I felt the broad head I wasn't scared. Instead, I shifted my hips toward him, letting him slide in a little.

"She's...Jesus, Mason, she's so tight." Brody gritted his teeth as he forged ahead, then pulled back, slowly, again and again until I winced. He was so big, so wide I felt so full and he wasn't even in all the way.

"You're ours, Laurel. Ours."

Brody sucked in a deep breath and shifted his hips forward, breaking through the thin membrane and seating himself all the way. I cried out at the twinge of pain but also at being so completely full. I felt as if he was splitting me in half, yet also forging us together into one.

He held himself still and looked at me, waited until I met his gaze. "All right?" he asked.