Page 37 of A Royally Fake French Menage
“I’m not wearing any.”
My smile sharpened. “Did you do this for my lord?”
She nodded, watching the people milling about below us. “Did you lock the door?”
A laugh escaped me. “No. Be glad I didn’t turn the lights on.”
The feral little moan that escaped her left me harder than ever. I ground my cock against her ass. “I’ve never been straight, Miss Lockwood. So why the fuck do I want you so bad? You’re like an addiction I can’t give up. The hit I want over and over again.” I tightened my grip around her waist, inching her dress up until her creamy thighs and bare cunt was exposed to the crowd below. “I want you to watch all those people dressed up and milling about like so many ants. Fucking sheeple following each other. Every one of them deserves to be conned by your mother tonight. Do you know why?”
“No,” she breathed, writhing against me, rubbing her ass back on my cock.
I slid my fingers across the front of her bald pussy and found her already smeared with her own juices. “Fuck,” I hissed. “You needy little creature.” I tapped my fingers gently on her clit. “Open.”
Her legs parted. “Is that it, ‘the perfect business woman fleeces the masses again’?” She gasped as I circled her clit. From her increased breaths she was seconds from coming for me infront of all of them, and none of them had any idea what we did above them.
“Mmm,” I cooed in her ear, sliding my fingers in tight circles over their taut bud. Years in the chateau taught me how to deal with a woman as quickly as possible to get out of their way. Now, I used that knowledge to give Genie as much pleasure as I could, fucking loving the way her knees wobbled as I worshipped her. “Simple, isn’t it? And I suspect that both Beau and Barclay will pay her out. This will go on and on unless someone stops her.”
“But no one cares,” Genie realized. “So she’ll keep getting away with it–ohhhh.”Her hands splayed on the glass as she came, her legs spreading wider for me as her juices coated her thighs. Genie’s body softened and I pressed her against the glass in full.
She came out of her haze, still shaking. “What if it breaks?”
“Then we fall together."
I turned her hard and kissed her as I pressed three fingers deep inside her tight little hole, and laughed into her mouth. “Fuck, you’re tighter than Barclay after years without my punishment. You’ll be sore tomorrow, little kitten, all stretched out for us.”
She moaned for me as I planned, sliding down the wall. I held her up, working my fingers gently inside her. I wanted her on the edge of her arousal, not to rip her apart.
At least, not yet.
Those hands on the glass flexed as I curled my fingers inside her tight walls. “Relax, pretty little kitten,” I murmured. “Maybe afterwards I’ll let you swallow me down. Once I’ve destroyed this little pussy. Once you’ve screamed this place down and they’re all watching.”
She fluttered madly about my hand. I licked salt from her neck and used my teeth to flick the straps of her damp dress down that she'd pulled back up when we left the fountaindownstairs. The semi dry fabric slipped to her waist, baring her breasts. I pressed her fully to the glass, and she gasped. The cold and exposure was too much. Genie creamed my fingers nicely, hot and wet and messy.
I pulled my hand out of her with a sloppy sound that left her moaning, swiping my sticky fingers across her face. "Don't you dare lick that off,’ I warned her, tipping her head up to kiss her with tongues only, not erasing her cum from her own face.
She licked my tongue back as I fisted my cock, lubricating myself with her juices. “Please,” she murmured into my mouth. “I want to feel you inside me. You and Barclay both—fuck, Jacques.”
Her use of my name and a shiver inside her nearly sent me straight over the edge. I swore I’d never had so little control as I had with this girl, and never with a female before. In fact, the only person I’d ever felt like about this was?—
“You’ll call himmy lord,” I growled, fisting her hair and pressed her face to the glass. She rose onto her tip toes in her sexy little black heels to match the dress ruched around her waist. We’d both be covered in black and silver glitter come morning, but I didn't care. What we were covered in now was the least of my worries. “Whenever you talk about Barclay, you address him the right way.” My thrusts punctuated every word, harsh and brutal. Nothing about me tonight was gentle compared to the tease of before.
She tipped her head slightly to one side, the only lenience I gave her. Soft, stuttered breaths heated the glass in a mist that obscured her pretty face. “And what should I call you?”
“Fuckingyours.”
Her pussy contracted hard. I groaned, pressing my forehead to hers as I railed her. Certain the glass would shatter and send us both tumbling half naked and joined to our deaths on the floor below, I fucked into her harder, faster. She was theobsession I couldn't break. I needed her as badly as I’d needed Barclay over the years. And now I had both of them, there was no way I’d let either of them go.
“Fuck,” I panted, sliding one hand down to her hip to run my thumb along the inside of the bone there, finding her sensitive spot. She arched for me as I hit the nerve, clamping down again. After all the teasing, the heat and cream of her and scent permeating our every breath, I couldn’t hold my orgasm back.
I came with her, coating her insides with my seed. My roar filled the room, rocking us on our feet. Genie reached back, no longer clinging to the glass as she trembled around me. Her pussy fluttered, legs shaking as she clung to me for support, to hold her up.
Trusted me as no one else but Barclay ever had.
And I?—
Couldn’t.
My legs shook with the force of my orgasm as I pumped myself inside her. Gripping her tight, I let us slide slowly to the floor in a mess of silk and obsession, and whispered the words I never thought I’d say to a woman in my life.
