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“You are too clothed, darling.”
Anthony cracks a smile as Kate shivers in his arms, viscerally responsive to Benedict’s honeyed words. She is already wet; he can smell the cloying sweetness of her arousal. Perhaps it is just an instinctive reaction, now, to what she knows will happen tonight.
Balancing his drink in one hand, Benedict tugs her neckline down until her small, pert breasts are exposed. The nightgown she is wearing is already indecent, sheer and silky and meant for the eyes of her husband. She could not wear such a thing in the presence of the Bridgerton men and not expect to be thoroughly fucked.
She leans against him harder as Benedict tips his glass, pouring a generous stream of whiskey onto her breasts. Kate moans, arching her back, offering herself up to be devoured. Benedict accepts her offer eagerly, lapping up the amber liquid from her skin before sucking hard on each nipple in turn.
Kate is impossibly beautiful like this, all spread out and wanton and letting his brothers have their way with her. That was a condition of their marriage, and one she seemed quite prepared to accept – that her body would be shared among the three of them, available whenever they craved an evening of pleasure. Only in Anthony’s presence, of course. He would not miss a second of his wife being vigorously taken, the way her eyes enlarged and her lips parted when a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her.
“I believe she is close already,” Anthony says offhandedly. “Put a finger in her cunt and check.”
Benedict smiles his crooked smile before easing a finger into her exposed quim. She has not worn undergarments since their night in the gazebo, and neither has he; a mere impediment to getting his cock in her. “Fluttering,” Benedict says approvingly, fucking her with his finger slowly before adding a second. “You have trained her well, brother. Barely touched and ready to come. More responsive than any whore I have ever had the pleasure of tupping.”
“Anthony,” she moans, riding Benedict’s fingers with languid rolls of her hips. She is not intoxicated, but relaxed from the drink; Anthony does not believe men should keep all vices to themselves. Filthy words have a way of driving her to the finish quickly, but all the more so when she has liquor in her veins.
“Yes, my love?”
Wordlessly, Kate presents her wrists to him, already pressed together. He does not have anything to bind her with, but if she wishes to be restrained, he can manage it. Anthony wrenches her arms behind her back, gripping them hard enough to bruise, and Kate lets out the sweetest cry.
“I believe she needs something larger than your fingers,” Anthony encourages, nosing at her curls. That lovely lily scent haunts his dreams, even now. “Can you not see how badly she needs a cock?”
Benedict snorts. “Right you are, brother.” With the practiced ease of a man who lives for hedonism, he releases his falls and looks to Kate.
“Please, Benedict,” she begs, drunk on something stronger than whiskey. Submission.
Gritting his teeth, he eases his cock into her slippery cunt. “Fuck,” he breathes, like he has been punched in the stomach. “She should not be tight after we have fucked her so relentlessly.”
“She is a marvel,” Anthony agrees, carefully watching the slide of Benedict’s thick erection through her damp folds, as he knows Colin is too. It is true; Kate has been used and pleasured with a frequency and variety that most women in the Ton could only dream of. And yet Anthony has to fight to fit himself into her tight walls each time. That was his Viscountess – perfect in every way, and constantly surprising him.
“Shall I get a turn?” Colin asks, raising a playful eyebrow. He is often the last to participate, enjoying the show as Kate is worked to madness. Perhaps he likes it better when she is already fucked open, or when she is so delirious with pleasure that she will allow nearly anything to be done to her.
With an almighty groan, Benedict pulls out, leaving Kate unsatisfied and trembling. She bites her lip, taking the discomfort, as they all know how spectacular she is when she is denied. “All yours.”
Colin smiles, dropping a kiss to Kate’s lips before he fucks into her. It only takes a single stroke to bottom out, his path smoothed with an obscene amount of slick and her muscles relaxed from stretching around Benedict’s cock.
She whimpers when Anthony grips her harder, holding her in place as Colin loses himself in the bliss of her cunt. He’s gentler than Benedict, deeper, and Kate writhes and fusses as she is dangled over the edge. “Do you want to come?”
Kate nods, tears springing to her eyes. “Choke me?”
“Of course, sweetheart.” His large hand covers her throat, and she sobs as he presses down. Kate comes easily like that, with Colin pounding into her and her breathing restricted, and Anthony grows harder at the sound of her strangled whines. “She is so fucking wet tonight. She will ruin the furniture, brother.”
“A cost I am happy to cover,” Anthony hums. Kate has squirted on every chair and chaise in their bedroom, in his office, and several other places that his family would likely rather not know about.
Colin withdraws from her, his engorged cock shining with her arousal, and Benedict gives her little relief before he is entering her again. They take turns on her for the better part of half an hour, coaxing her to a peak four times, until her face is covered in tears and she gushes helplessly on every thrust.
“My gorgeous girl,” Anthony soothes in her ear. “You take it so well. No other woman has ever looked so beautiful being fucked, Kate.”
She moans at the praise, loudly, as affected by his voice as by the two cocks pounding into her. Finally, Benedict reaches his limit and leaves her cunt, stroking himself until he comes in warm white streaks across her breasts and her nightdress. Colin is not far behind, spending his load sloppily against her thigh.
There is a tired smile on her face when Kate curls up in his arms, wet and swollen, painted in his brothers’ seed. “You are not finished quite yet,” Anthony says, tilting her chin up to look at him. “Benedict and Colin may have you, but only if your husband takes you.”
Kate shudders a little, stroking his jaw with the pads of her fingers. “I am sore.”
“I know, my love. They forced so many orgasms from you.” Dipping his hand between her thighs, Anthony skims her folds lightly, reveling in her squeak of sensitivity. “But we are not in a rush. Can you keep my cock warm until you are ready to come again?”
“Yes,” she says, relieved and eager all at the same time. Climbing into his lap, Kate lowers herself onto his cock painfully slowly, fresh tears brimming her eyes. He loves her like this, cunt soft and warm and responsive.
Anthony trails his fingers down her arms, lingering over the areas that will be bruised tomorrow from the force of his hands. She tightens around him, involuntarily, the pain-pleasure written on her face. The challenge she will fight through for him, her husband, the air she breathes.
Her head tips back as Benedict kisses her neck, Colin’s fingers toying with her stiff nipples. Anthony clenches his jaw, feeling every ripple of sensation in his cock. She is a goddess like this, impaled on his length as his brothers worship her body. Kate’s eyes are glazed, the way they always are when she sinks into a space where nothing matters but touch, indulgence, release.
Benedict nibbles at her earlobe, his hands brushing through her loose curls. “You need something to distract you,” he murmurs. “A cock in your mouth, perhaps?”
He doesn’t wait for her response before he brings her mouth down to his half-hard cock. Anthony watches in rapture as she swallows him down, runs his fingers over her throat when Benedict slides into the tight space. Carefully, Anthony begins to fuck his wife, and she whimpers around Benedict’s shaft.
They fuck her together, until Kate pulls off, gasping for air. Colin guides her to his erection, and he and Benedict take turns in her mouth as they did in her cunt, as she grows increasingly more aroused and grinds herself against Anthony’s cock.
She is divine, sucking his brothers off as if she was born for it, as she leaks wetness onto Anthony’s lap. A beautiful woman, a devoted wife, an insatiable slut. Anthony grabs her hips, thrusting up into her, and Benedict’s rhythm goes unsteady as Kate starts to cry out around him.
With a few swipes of her clit, she is climaxing again, a profane rush of slick. Benedict fills her mouth, and she has barely swallowed before Colin spills his release onto her tongue.
Kate fights for breath, clinging to him as Anthony chases his own release, and spends inside his wife. The only man who is allowed to plant his heir inside her beautiful cunt, the only man whose children Kate will bear. He cannot stop coming, imagining her swollen and round, his seed taken root.
“Shh, my love. Rest now,” Anthony soothes, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, her nose. She is exhausted, slumped into his arms, utterly filthy with their spend, and he loves her so dearly. There seems to be no end to how deeply he can fall, how large his heart can swell for her. “You were perfect.”
Benedict and Colin clean themselves up, smiling as they bid him and Kate goodnight. She is half asleep, still fitted tightly onto his cock, and he has half a mind to take her to bed like this. It would make it easier for him to wake in a few hours and have her again.
But there is no great hurry. So he holds Kate close as she dozes off in his arms, and finishes his whiskey.