Home

Their Independent Bride Part 6

Their Independent Bride - novelonlinefull.com

You’re read light novel Their Independent Bride Part 6 online at NovelOnlineFull.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit NovelOnlineFull.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy

She reached up and pulled his head down to her so that she could reach him and then pressed her lips to his. When he didn't immediately open, she nipped at his lower lip. He growled at her but opened his mouth. She licked along his lips then around the inside. His tongue reached out to trace hers as she sucked on it. He couldn't resist taking over the kiss. She had known he would.

When he pulled back a few seconds later, Steven had joined them in the bed. The other man lay on his side watching them with a smile on his face.

"What are you grinning about?" she asked.

"Just thinking about that sweet p.u.s.s.y of yours. I plan to bury my c.o.c.k in it just as soon as Greg finishes playing around with you."

"On your hands and knees, baby. Let Steven have your p.u.s.s.y while I f.u.c.k this naughty mouth of yours."



"Yummy."

She quickly turned over so that Steven had easy access to her c.u.n.t. Then she leaned forward and licked Greg's engorged c.o.c.k like an all-day sucker. She lapped at the length of him before curling the tip of her tongue under the mushroom cap to rim around it until he groaned.

Janet smiled when a pearly drop of c.u.m formed in the slit on top of his d.i.c.k. She ran her tongue across it, making Greg hiss when she did. To hide her smile, she sucked his c.o.c.khead into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it until he was pumping his hips in the same rhythm.

She had all but forgotten Steven behind her until he licked her p.u.s.s.y slit in one long lap. She groaned around Greg's c.o.c.k. The raspy vibration seemed to feel good to him. He cursed and began digging his hands in her hair. She loved the feel of hands in her hair. She especially liked it when they tugged on it as Greg was beginning to do now.

"I'm going to f.u.c.k this wet p.u.s.s.y, love. It's all juicy and waiting on me. Watch your teeth on Greg while I get inside of you."

Steven began to push against her slit, spreading her p.u.s.s.y lips wide as he tunneled his way inside of her. She drew off of Greg as he began to pump in and out in short, quick jabs in an effort to seat himself inside of her. The harder he thrust, the more she scooted toward Greg.

She licked and nibbled along Greg's shaft while Steven pressed deeper inside her c.u.n.t. When he was finally all the way inside, his b.a.l.l.s slapping at her c.l.i.t, she took Greg's c.o.c.k back into her mouth and swallowed him as far as she could take him without gagging.

"There you go, baby. Just like that." Greg groaned when she swallowed again. "Hold still and let me f.u.c.k that pretty mouth, baby."

Janet figured there was no holding still with Steven pumping her p.u.s.s.y with his d.i.c.k, but she would give it her best shot. She relaxed her jaw and let Greg f.u.c.k her as he held her hair in his fingers. His nails sc.r.a.ped at her scalp before tugging against the roots. She hummed her approval.

Steven set a fast pace as he got into a steady rhythm of stroking himself in and out of her p.u.s.s.y. Neither man seemed to want to drag it out. She could appreciate that and worked hard at remaining relaxed for them. The dual penetration of her mouth and her p.u.s.s.y all at the same time had her p.u.s.s.y dripping and her nipples hard and aching. Sparks danced around her cervix as Steven kissed it several times with his hard c.o.c.k.

"Baby, play with yourself for us. We want you to come. Make yourself come." Greg's voice was harsh as he seemed to be getting close to climaxing.

Janet didn't have to be told twice. She reached between her legs and began to circle her c.l.i.t with one finger. She teased it with her finger then reached back up to pinch at her nipples. Back and forth, she alternated between pleasuring her c.l.i.t and teasing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She could tell that Greg was close because he was losing the rhythm he'd set. Steven wasn't that far behind him.

She knew with Steven that all it would take was for her to come and he'd follow right afterward from the pressure of her pulsing c.u.n.t. Greg needed a little shove to send him over first. She waited until he was on his way back down her throat, then she raked her nails lightly across his b.a.l.l.s and squeezed them.

"f.u.c.k! Oh, h.e.l.l, yeah!"

Streams of c.u.m coated her mouth and throat as he climaxed. She sucked and licked until she had managed to swallow every drop. He pulled from her mouth and collapsed against the headboard before he reached out and squeezed her nipple.

With his attention now on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, Janet concentrated on her c.l.i.t. When the burn in her c.u.n.t had grown hot enough and the sparks at her c.l.i.t sharp enough, she pinched the little nubbin at the same time that Greg twisted her nipple. She exploded, clamping down on Steven's c.o.c.k at the same time.

"Yes!" He shouted out her name and filled her burning womb with his c.u.m.

They all fell back to the bed in a haphazard heap of panting bodies with Janet caught between the two men.

"Move, you guys, I need up." She shifted from beneath them and made a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up.

When she returned, they were hugging their sides of the bed waiting for her to slide in between them.

Greg spooned her from behind and kissed her shoulder while Steven backed up to her and pulled her arm across his waist. He kissed the back of her hand and squeezed it.

Between the two of them, they had worn her out. She was going to need more rest if they planned to have s.e.x two or three times a day. With an amused smile, she quickly fell asleep.

Chapter Eight.

By ten the next morning, they were ready to plant. The deep red soil had been thoroughly plowed and was now rowed up and ready for the seed. This part was Janet's job. She quickly set up her work area so that the seeds were lined up with the rows she planned to sow them in. Her only problem seemed to be the men. They insisted they wanted to help.

"I really don't need any help with this part. It's just a matter of dropping the seeds and covering them up."

"At least let us cover them for you. We'll go behind you and do that part." Greg seemed to be the ring leader of everything.

"But I can do it all myself. You've already done the hardest parts. Let me do my part now."

"Love, let us help. We won't be around to help you later when you really need it," Steven added his thoughts to the mix.

"Fine. Just don't put too much dirt and press it down lightly. Don't press it hard."

"We'll be careful," Greg said.

They followed her up and down the rows, covering the seeds and tamping down the soil over them. She stopped frequently to a.s.sess their work and p.r.o.nounced it adequate, much to Greg's annoyance. He insisted they were doing a perfect job of it.

With a smile, she hurried toward the house just after noon to fix a quick lunch for them. She missed the steps and fell on the back porch, sc.r.a.ping her leg up the shin and twisting her ankle. The men were almost immediately there picking her up.

"f.u.c.k, baby. Are you okay?" Greg had her in his lap as Steven checked the sc.r.a.pe on her shin.

"This is going to hurt for a while, love."

"d.a.m.n, it stings and my ankle hurts."

"I hope you haven't broken anything. Let's get you in the house so we can see about you." Greg carried her inside while Steven held the door.

They carted her to the living room where they laid her gently on the couch with her foot elevated on the arm. Then they checked every inch of her for other injuries.

"I'm okay, guys. I just twisted my ankle and sc.r.a.ped my shin. I'll be fine. It's sore is all."

"Let us check you over first. Steven, get a wet cloth and let's clean up this sc.r.a.pe. Oh, and get some salve out of the first-aid kit."

Greg kissed her gently on the mouth then gently manipulated her ankle to check it out. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but he noticed and lifted an eyebrow in question.

"It hurts some, but not a lot. Is it swollen any?"

"A little bit. We probably need to put some ice on it. We'll do that after we clean up your leg."

Steven returned with the cloth and salve. He cleaned the sc.r.a.pe and then added some of the medication to the wounded area on her leg. He leaned down and kissed her knee before smiling up at her.

"Thanks, Steven."

Greg had disappeared into the kitchen but returned with a plastic bag with ice in it. He carefully applied it to her ankle and shook his head.

"What?"

"You need to be more careful and not run. You could have broken something. I don't like seeing you hurt like this, Janet."

"I'm fine, Greg. I'll be more careful. I wasn't thinking when I picked my foot up. I just missed the step."

"What if that had been the cellar steps? You would have fallen a lot farther down and we wouldn't have been here. Please be more careful." Steven kissed her forehead and wiped off her hands where she'd caught herself.

"Okay, okay. I'll be more careful. I need to get up and fix our lunch. We still have a few rows left to plant."

"Nope, you're not getting up from this couch the rest of the day. We'll fix lunch and finish planting. You've got everything all lined up where it goes. We can do it."

"But I want to. It's my garden, guys."

"Janet, your ankle is already swollen. You don't need to be on it at all until it's better. The garden is still yours. You'll have all the fun of weeding it and taking care of it while we're at work, love. Listen to Greg." Steven squeezed her hand and walked off to see about lunch.

Janet pouted and crossed her arms. She couldn't believe she'd done something so stupid. She tried to think back at what had happened and couldn't come up with anything other than her own carelessness of running up the steps. She had been so excited about the garden. It would teach her not to let things go to her head like that in the future.

Twenty minutes later, the man returned to the living room with plates of sandwiches. She reached to take one, but Greg held it out of her reach and sat on the floor next to her.

"I'll feed you, baby." He lifted the sandwich to her mouth so that she could take a bite.

"This is really a little over the top, Greg. I can feed myself. It's my ankle that's hurt, not my hands."

"I want to feed you. It scared me to see you falling like you did." He waited for her to finish chewing before he held the sandwich back to her mouth.

She started to say something else, but one look from Steven and she swallowed it along with the bite of sandwich she had been chewing. She guessed she could let Greg feed her. It was sort of cute in a crazy sort of way.

Once she had finished eating and had emptied her gla.s.s of tea, Greg ate his sandwich and then took the plates back to the kitchen. Steven sat on the edge of the couch and bent close to her ear to whisper to her.

"Greg has always liked to coddle his submissives, Janet. Let him every once in a while to satisfy that need in him. It will go a long way in easing things between us. We all have needs and like it or not, we're married now. We've got to find a common ground to work on."

"You're right, Steven. I'll try. I know he's used to someone who follows all his orders. I'm not like that, but I can try to be what he needs in other ways. I'll be more careful, too."

"Good girl. It won't always be easy, but we'll make it." Steven stood up and winked at her when Greg returned with a fresh bag of ice.

"More ice! My ankle is already getting frostbite."

"You need it on for another thirty minutes. The ice has been melted on the other one for at least the last fifteen minutes." He replaced the bag of water with the ice.

"Stay on the couch no matter what until we get back. We're going to quickly finish the garden and then be back to help you if you need anything." Greg stared down at her as if waiting for her to argue.

"Okay. I'll be fine. It shouldn't take you that long with two of you."

He nodded and followed Steven back into the kitchen. A few seconds later she heard the back door close. The tears she'd been fighting finally fell. She hadn't wanted to cry in front of the men. It would have made her appear weaker to them. She didn't want to be weak.

Her leg stung and her ankle throbbed. She sat up some and looked at her raw-looking shin and purplish-colored ankle. How was she going to take care of the house like this? They would be going out to work soon and she would be stuck at the house. She hoped it would be much better by the next morning. She still had the dinner with the other family to take care of.

Finally, the tears stopped and she wiped her eyes with her shirt. She hoped her eyes weren't all red and puffy when the men returned. She didn't want them to know she had been crying. They would fuss over her even more.

Janet wasn't used to being fussed over. She'd always taken care of herself and didn't know how to handle the men coddling her like they tended to do. The entire thing with Greg feeding her had almost overwhelmed her. Seeing someone as big and tall as he was sitting on the floor feeding her out of his hand had been unsettling. Thank goodness Steven had intervened before she had said or done something to cause trouble.

Why did Greg seem to need to take care of her? It had to be a form of control for him. He could control what and how much she ate that way. Yeah, that was what it was all about-control. She could understand that about him.

With nothing to do, Janet quickly dozed off thinking about submissives and masters and her husbands.

"She was trying not to cry," Steven pointed out once they were outside.

"Yeah, I caught that. Why wouldn't she cry in front of us? We're her husbands for heaven sakes."

"It would have shown weakness and she doesn't want to appear weak in front of us."

"Why not? She is weak compared to us. Besides, there's nothing wrong with her crying or being weak."

"To her there is. She's been strong and taken care of herself all her life. She doesn't understand that she doesn't have to anymore. Give her time, Greg."

Greg nodded his head, but he still didn't quite understand her need to be in control of herself at all times. That was what they were for, to be in control and take care of her so she didn't have to worry about anything. He had always taken care of everything for his women. His submissives were all treated like the treasures they were. He expected them to follow his directions and obey him, but in return, he made sure they wanted for nothing while they were with him.

He'd had no control over his life as a child. His parents moved constantly when he was growing up. Whichever way the wind blew had them on the road again. His father wandered from job to job and his mother made ends meet the best she could. Sometimes they had plenty to eat and sometimes they scrounged for a meal. They moved so much that he could never keep a friend and struggled with school.

After so many years of having no control over where he lived or when he went to school, Greg required strict control in his life now. He found what he needed in a D/s relationship. Only now, he was without a submissive. He had an independent bride with a mouth on her. He wasn't sure what he was going to do. This was for life. He couldn't uncollar her and look for another one.

"She's trying to accommodate us, Greg. Remember this is all new to her, too."

"I know. How in the h.e.l.l did they screw up so badly?"

"I don't know, but we can't let her feel like we don't want her. She's a good woman."

"I'm not saying she isn't, but she's not the type of woman we are used to. You have always been more flexible than I am. I'm sure you're having trouble, too, but..."

"But I can handle a little compromise where you have to work at it. I know, Greg. Just try."

They worked in companionable silence until all the seeds had been sown and the garden tools cleaned and put away. Then they watered the garden and rolled the hose back up.

"That's it. We need to get inside and check on Janet. Knowing her, she's gotten up and gotten something when she was supposed to stay on the couch." Greg brushed the dirt off his hands and walked toward the house.

After washing up, he walked into the living room to find Janet sound asleep on the couch. Her ankle was still propped up with a bag of water lying on the floor. He guessed he was lucky it hadn't opened up and spilled.

Steven walked up next to him. The other man shook his head and pointed at her swollen ankle. It had turned a purplish color. She was going to be in pain for a while. The next couple of days would be tough on her. He didn't want her up on her foot at all. He was sure she would balk over that directive.

As they stared down at her, she opened her eyes and jumped.

Please click Like and leave more comments to support and keep us alive.

RECENTLY UPDATED MANGA

Martial God Asura

Martial God Asura

Martial God Asura Chapter 6140: Meeting Red Cloak Again Author(s) : Kindhearted Bee,Shan Liang de Mi Feng,善良的蜜蜂 View : 57,353,590

Their Independent Bride Part 6 summary

You're reading Their Independent Bride. This manga has been translated by Updating. Author(s): Marla Monroe. Already has 477 views.

It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.

NovelOnlineFull.com is a most smartest website for reading manga online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to NovelOnlineFull.com