A Wicked Woman (Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs 3) - Page 42

She stood before us bare. I didn’t see any difference in her body from being pregnant, but we would soon.

I reached around and cupped her bottom, let my finger slide over the seam. “Take you here?”

Knox reached around as well and cupped her pussy. When she went up onto her toes, I knew he slipped a finger inside her. “And here?”

She bit her lip and nodded, her eyes falling closed. She was right where we wanted her. Right where she wanted to be. Between us.

“You had to be ready,” I said. “It’s one thing for me to take your ass, to claim that virginity, but for us to take you together, we needed to be sure you could take us both.”

I stepped back, shucked my clothes and she looked over her shoulder at my hard cock. When Knox retreated to strip, she whimpered at the loss of our touches.

“I admit, you’re both… big, but I can handle you.”

A tiny little thing like her? A bluestocking with glasses? And pert breasts, a curvy ass and a pussy to die for? Hell, yes.

“Yes, sweets. You can handle us. You can handle anything.”

“Then you better hurry before I get too fat.”

Knox gave her bottom a little swat. She gasped and gave him a dark look.

“You won’t be fat. You’ll be gorgeous; your belly round, your breasts lush and full.” He stroked his hands over the places he spoke of. I watched as her eyes fell closed and she sank into his touch.

Yes. This. I loved seeing Eve give herself to us. Not just her body, but her mind as well. For her, with her level of thinking, it was an even greater gift.

“Now get that smart ass up in bed.” The command was softened by the laughter in his tone.

She lay on her side, a knee bent. Her hair was half up, half loose from her bun; the tangle of curls made her look uninhibited and wild. And the glasses? Fuck. Adorable. And our baby in her belly. There wasn’t anything sexier. I could come just staring at her.

But no. She wanted delirious and we were going to give it to her.

Knox slid onto the bed beside her, turning her so she faced him. Cupping her nape, he pulled her in for a kiss. I grabbed the glass jar of ointment from Knox’s dresser and brought it to the bed, moved in so I was behind Eve. If I pulled her in, we’d be like two spoons. I needed the room though to touch her, to feel the softness of her back, the strength of the long line of her spine, the lush swell of her hip.

Knox got to play with her front; her breasts, her nipples, her pussy. It was my job to prepare her ass.

Eve had needed hardly any coaxing for ass play. It had surprised her as much as me. But we’d known her well of passion was quite deep, but for her to orgasm easily and eagerly from first my fingers, then my cock buried deep in her ass, was unexpected.

Her enjoyment made this easier then. There would be no coaxing, no extra time to ease her mind into taking both of us. Knox and I had been the ones to hold back. Until now.

Placing one palm on her hip, I opened her up so I could press two slick fingers against her tight rosette, coating her with the lubricant.

Knox’s head was lowered to her breast. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but Eve’s fingers were tangled in his hair and her back arched into him. This thrust her ass against my fingers and she cried out. Her pale skin flushed beautifully and heated so her floral scent filled the air.

“Push back, love,” I murmured in her ear.

She did and one of my fingers slipped past her tight ring. Instinctively, she clenched down and my cock pulsed, remembering how that squeeze felt. I worked that one digit in, then out, a little at a time.

“Another finger.”

The second entered her with a whimper and a shiver that slid down her spine. Gooseflesh rose on her hip.

“You’re dripping,” Knox said, just before slipping a finger inside her pussy. Her hips began to rock to the motions of being finger fucked in both her holes. I could feel his finger moving through the thin membrane that separated us and I couldn’t wait for that to be our cocks. If she was moaning and begging with just our fingers, she was going to be so much more than delirious on our cocks.

“Please.”

“Begging, that’s a good sign,” I said, nudging my fingers in a tiny bit more, scissoring them wide. I wanted to ensure she was slick nice and deep.

Knox lifted his head and I nodded. Slowly, carefully, I pulled out and as Knox rolled them both so she was on top of him, I liberally coated my cock. My orgasm was already drawing my balls up and I was sure once I was all the way in her tight, hot ass, I wouldn’t be able to last.

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