Page 25 of A Royally Fake French Menage
“I don’t know I can do this and still fuck you both,” I whispered, any shame at needing them both long gone. All I wanted was to give back the pleasure they gave me, and I couldn’t do that if I came too fast.
“Then you’ll have to hold on.” Genie rose and shimmied out of the rest of her dress, sliding her panties down her thighs as we both watched, leaving her in her garter and stocking top. We fondled each other as she got naked and spread her legs, watching us with a question in her eyes as though unsure if she would be the one who would be left out in this equation. “Barclay?” Her head tilted to the side and for the first time, a note of hesitancy entered her voice.
I understood her worry. This was new ground for me, too.
In the past I'd had lovers, shared them with Jacques, too. But that had been an all male event. He knew I’d had women, but he’d stayed away, as I had from him when he’d been encouragedtoentertainthe guests who threw themselves at him. And while I understood he had some bisexual tendencies, they were rare. Jacques was a man’s man in all senses. If he wanted her then this was…
Beyond everything I’d experienced with him.
His hand landed in the center of my back as he shoved me down roughly. “Do her well, my lord, or I’ll rip you apart from the inside out.”
A moan dripped from my lips at the imagery he placed in my head. I stared at the naked pussy laid out before me. Genie glistened before us, and Jacques moved his hand higher.
“Lick.”
Grazing my fingertips along her thighs, I found Genie’s sopping center and slid two fingers straight inside her heat. She let out a bliss filled cry, tightening immediately and threw her head back at the joy of being filled.
Cold air assailed my balls as Jacques ripped my boxes from me, leaving them around my ankles. My cheeks flushed hotter, knowing he could see me like this, bent over for her and for him. Her moaning, me on the edge. His hand closed tight around my cock in warning, leaving me close to the edge, close to ruin.
Jacques’s threat pulsed in my veins until I moaned, leaning down to place my lips over Genie’s pussy in a gentle kiss as she shuddered and gushed for me at the lightest touch.
She wasn’t the only one to lose it; I moaned as Jacques worked my cock again, finding a condom from my dresser and rolled it on for me as I fingered her. That left me with a narrow timeframe. I worked her faster as he pinched the tip of my cock. The shot of pain doused my immediate threat. I flicked her clit lightly, slamming my fingers home and Genie?—
Detonated.
Warmth gushed over my lips. I lapped at her quickly, but barely got to taste her and Jacques took the choice out of my hands, lifting me by my nape and positioning me over her.
“Fuck her, before I take your place if you don’t fill her holes,” he rasped into my ear.
I knew it wasn't because he wanted to fuck her. Or at least, because hemostlydidn’t want to fuck her. What he wanted was to deprive me of fucking the girl I’d brought to France, take away the prize I’d sought who came to me despite my unusual needs.
“Please,” I choked out, knowing I needed his permission to fuck her. “Please, Jacques.”
He growled, low and possessive in my ear as he grasped my cock hard and gave me a rough pump. I watched his hands as he guided me into her, working my hips by pulling on my cock. When I nestled into her entrance, her hands gripping my forearms tight and breaths shallow, he pushed hard on my ass with his hips, his cock nestled just between my cheeks, but not inside me, until I sank deep into her. My head hung as I tried to fill my lungs, but the hot, tight sensation of being inside her was almost too much.
As though sensing my impending end, Jacques gripped my hair and ripped my head backward. “Remember my promise.” He let me go and slapped my ass, the pain doing precious little to back me off the edge.
Moving with determination, I leaned down to kiss Genie, taking my time to savor her mouth for once, teasing her tongue with mine. She kissed me back breathlessly, stroking my arms and shoulders with increased need as her pussy wept around my rubber encased cock in the worst form of torture.
Fuck it, I needed to feel her walls bare on me, but I knew I wouldn’t last seconds with that perfect pleasure.
Her hips lifted. She met each thrust, urging me deeper with her heels against my thighs until I worked us into a frenzy. Itdidn't take long with our teasing before she strangled my cock in her tight pussy and let out a small cry. Her breasts flushed the same color as her cheeks, nipples pebbled against my chest as she panted beneath me, her eyes wide as she looked over my shoulder.
“Good boy.” Jacques patted my rump as he pulled my cheeks apart.
Something cold drizzled on my ass. My cock jerked inside Genie, earning another moan from her.
“Draw it out,” I managed through gritted teeth. “Give her as much pleasure as you can.”
“Oh, you’ll be the one doing that, my lord.” Jacques licked my ear and reached around me. He fondled my balls gently as his cockhead pressed to my asshole, stretching the muscle that hadn’t been used for some time. The familiar burn started as soon as he pushed forward. “Someone’s been saving himself,” he mocked me.
I fought back a groan, my cheeks on fire as I stared down at Genie. His words and tone were designed to drive my humiliation before her to the height of my edge and they did just that.
But she cupped my cheeks in soft hands, her touch tender. I focused on her.
“Show me,” she whispered, leaning up to press a sweet kiss on my lips, parting my mouth with her tongue as she explored and tasted me.
I let her, opening to her kiss as her pussy welcomed me deeper. Letting out a moan, I settled between her legs, rocking gently into her cunt as she sighed, moving with me, letting me make love to her.
