well, but the color didn't flatter her as much as it would the older woman. I expected our bride to approach us with a sense of shyness after what we did with her only a few hours before or even a smiling, well satisfied glow about her, but I did not anticipate the fiery anger that shot from her eyes, the stiffness of her shoulders.
"You are done with me now?" she asked.
The sun was working its way up over the mountains in the distance and the air was warming. Only a few scattered clouds speckled the sky; it was going to be a pleasant ride. It was cooler in the stable, the scent of earth and horses strong. Both Rhys and Simon stopped what they were doing when we walked in.
"Done, lass?" Simon asked with an arched brow.
She stepped closer and I could see the bright flush to her cheeks as she placed her hands on her hips. "After...after last night you've had what you want?"
Rhys came up behind her and Simon and I came up beside her so she was flanked between us and one of the horses. "We gave you want you needed, yes," Rhys replied, although he was being neutral in his statement.
What was she angry about? We hadn't even seen her this morning.
"What I needed? I needed to be reassured by my husbands, not left in the hands of Belinda. What did you think I would feel, being abandoned and then told I had to dress to leave? Is this how you plan to treat me, for I will just stay here if you are."
My jaw clenched tightly as I crooked my finger, beckoning her closer without words. She swallowed deeply, but kept her chin raised as she closed the distance, close enough so I took her small hand in mine. With my other, I undid the placket of my pants and pulled out my cock. My rock hard, eager cock.
She gasped and tugged at my hold.
"You're an innocent and do not understand why we did not join you earlier in the guest room." I gripped the base of my cock and hissed, my cock pulsing with eagerness, pointing directly at Olivia. "We should have explained, and for that we are sorry, but did not want to frighten you, but there is no way around it. See my cock, love? It's hard, hard for you. See that fluid on the tip, it's all but weeping to be inside you."
When I began stroking from base to tip and back, she watched my motions carefully, and then glanced up at me through her dark lashes. There I saw curiosity and surprise and a hint of arousal. I wondered if she was wet beneath the long hem of her dress.
"I want to fuck you, Olivia, and if I had come to you this morning, I would not have been able to stop myself."
"Oh," she whispered, her eyes lowered once again to watch my hand.
My hips bucked involuntarily at the thought of her on her knees before me, her mouth a perfect O around my cock.
"We all want you, lass," Simon added. Perhaps she forgot the others were there, for she startled and turned her head to look at the front of his pants. I could see the clear outline of Simon's hard cock and I knew Olivia could as well.
"We want you too much," Rhys added.
Moving my hand, I took hers and wrapped it around my cock, placing mine on top and then started to move. I couldn't help the groan that escaped at the feel of her palm, her small fingers touching me, sliding up and down my length.
As I showed her how I liked it, I gave her a brief lesson. "My cock's going to fill your pussy all the way up, but for now, you're going to make me come with your hand. Remember last night when you came? That's how you're going to make me feel. This ridge, yes," I hissed as she slid a finger along the sensitive edge of the head. "It's going to rub over all the special places deep inside you and you're going to come again all over my cock. When a man comes, his pleasure erupts and his seed will ultimately fill your belly."
Simon and Rhys stepped close and began touching Olivia. Rhys grabbed a hold of her long dress and slid the fabric up her thigh, higher and higher until he could reach underneath, Simon doing the same on the other side. Soon, her
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