Page 27 of A Royally Fake French Menage
She stared at him, then back at me. “So, we’re doing this?” she asked in a quiet, stunned voice.
I smiled, tugging her up my chest and bending an arm around her. “Yeah, Genie. We’re doing this. Come back with us.” I looked up at Jacques.
He stared back and slowly shook his head. “No?”
“You can’t say that,” Genie whispered, looking scandalized. “If he asks, you sayyes,Jacques!”
He laughed softly. “Your stepmother is still here. I heard the car leave earlier, but I think that was the driver…what do you say? ‘Abandoning ship’? Who will organize the household, and curb a mutiny in your absence? Who will wait for you until you return?”
I swallowed hard. “I wasn’t?—”
“You weren’t planning on coming back, my lord?” he asked, tipping my chin back and hovering his mouth over mine.
“No,” I said, my mouth dry.
His kiss was soft, sweet, then deep and demanding.
“Then, sir, I will give you a reason to come back, and a reason to stay. You too, Genie,” he added, curling a finger in her hair. “We will not be complete without you.”
I watched his eyes carefully and was blown away at what I saw there. “You love her too.”
He froze, then, his eyes still locked on her, gave a slight, jerky nod. “I’m starting to see why you do.”
“No,” she whispered. “That's not possible.” She blinked. “Wait, you said–”
“I did. Now hush for a little while, Genie. I want to remember this morning, and I don't want to waste a second of it with either of you.”
She snuggled into my side. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re American.”
Genie shifted and then suddenly she straddled me, shaking out her mane along her back and wiggling those beautiful breasts. “Then I’ll show you all the ways an AmericanFrenchgirl can play.”
I laughed outright as Jacques made a disparaging noise, reaching out to graze his hands reverently over her body. It was the same way he touched me. Despite the distances between time and place I knew then we would be okay and that somehow, some way, we would make what started out as a fake French castle date cum chateau land work.
Because I wasn’t letting either of them go. The best part was that I knew neither of them would run from me either. Something in me calmed and for the first time in many years my father’s estate once again felt like a home.
And yet, it wasn’t.
I closed my eyes, letting my thoughts drift as Genie sank her perfect body over mine, riding me slowly in the morning light. I filled her pretty little pussy even as my cock ached with overuse and abuse. When my balls tingled, I gripped her hips, pulling her down sharply, prepared to fill her, but my thrust didn’t go anywhere.
Instead, Jacques’s long fingers encircled the base of my dick, his other hand pulling firmly on my balls. The tingle retracted leaving me with a ruined, partial orgasm, a hard cock still inside Genie’s hot pussy, and horny as all fuck.
“What the hell was that,” I gasped as he glared at me.
“Get your hands above your head,” he hissed. One hand tightened on my balls when I didn’t immediately comply. “Or I’ll make sure I hold on for a while longer.”
I gritted my teeth as his hand closed on my balls like a vice. “Yes, Sir,” I murmured my appreciation for his craft, keepingthe wince off my face and spread my legs submissively. “Is there another way we can serve you?”
He smiled, his face more than a little feral at the role reversal while Genie rocked above me, ignoring our little domestic. “You’re going to provide our little Madame here with a perfect platform to come on until she’s sated, and you’re going to finish the thought you had before. The one you didn’t voice,” he warned me, leaning on one side. His gaze switched between the two of us as he massaged my balls lightly and squeezed the base of my cock.
I wasn’t sure if I had rushing fluids, or no fluids at all.
“Fuck,” I managed as Genie rode me slowly. Her body arched and fell, curved thighs trembling as she found the pace that worked for herself. Her fingers dropped between her legs, her head hanging back as she stroked her clit.
Jacques growled low in his throat, leaning forward and spat. She jerked at the intrusion that brought her out of her daydream state and screamed softly when his tongue lashed her clit. He circled her bud as I watched, felt her walls quivering around my granite length.
A hot flush slicked over me as she came. Her hands drifted to trace over her nipples, light touches that left the peaks stiff as Jacques drew back. His mouth was glossy with her cum as he leaned down and licked my lips.
