Innocent Immigrant: Mail Order Bride: Ménage Marriage (Colonial New Zealand Romance Book 1)

by Jax Lusty

  He flexed his cock, and I clenched my muscles, our groans of pleasure intermingled in the quiet night.

  “I’m going to start fucking now. You behave and keep your voice down, and I’ll let you stroke your cock while I pleasure myself in your hot, tight arse.”

  I lifted my hips more, giving myself room to grip my swollen prick.

  “That’s my boy.” He pulled out slowly before thrusting back, deep and fast. “Take your cock, Ari, and tell me when you’re about to come.”

  I knew that wouldn’t take long at all. Pre-cum had been leaking in such copious amounts there was a large wet spot darkening the pattern on the quilt beneath us. I reached down with one hand and smeared the juice around the head of my cock, down the shaft, jerking as Griff battered his way in and out of my bottom.

  Suddenly his head was back by my ear. “Do you think Katie can take this?” He shoved in hard again, my muscles having tired so that they no longer tried to keep his intrusion at bay.

  “No...” I grunted. “Too hard for her.”

  “Then I might let you take her in the arse, first. You’re gentler, Ari, you’ll make sure she’s okay. Can you imagine that, sliding in and out of Katie’s bottom as she whimpers and cries and wonders why she’s experiencing such exquisite pleasure when you’re doing such a filthy thing to her?”

  My cum felt as though it was boiling in my balls with the depraved images Griff planted in my mind taking me to the point of explosion.

  “I’m going to release inside you very soon, Ari. Fill you with my hot spunk. Would you like that?” His words were ground out, matching the ferocity of his thrusts.

  I was just about to agree with him, about to explode, hovering right at the point where I changed the rhythm of my cock-stroke when I became aware of a sound near the door.

  “Ah, you’re ready. Let’s go, Ari.”

  I turned my head a little and saw Katie in her nightgown, eyes like saucers, hand across her mouth as if she was trying to restrain the words she wanted to say.

  “Fuck, Griff...she’s here.”

  “Christ!”

  Griff seemed to not have understood my words, and he thrust and grew inside me until one last hard shove when he erupted, spurting wildly, deep into my bowels.

  It was too much for me. Despite the knowledge that Katie was at the door in some state of shock, my thighs tightened. Almost instantly, the agonising feeling at the base of my spine blew apart as I sprayed thick ropes of hot cum across the comforter.

  I collapsed in a heap, Griff on top of me, heaving deep gasps of air when Katie finally spoke.

  “My God, what are you doing?” Her voice was dangerously low and quiet.

  “Katie!” Griff pulled himself out of me roughly, but being the man of confidence that he was, he did nothing to hide himself or his wet shrinking cock from her eyes. I, on the other hand, rolled in a deft move that wrapped the bedcover around my nakedness.

  As Griff approached her, she backed from the room.

  “Debauched sinners.” She spat the words out just as Griff took her arm.

  “Settle, Katie—”

  “No. Get me away from here.” She appeared stricken with horror, her gaze flying about the room as if expecting the devil himself to materialise.

  “Katie,” Griff said again, “you will come in here and sit so that we can explain this act of coupling you’ve just witnessed, for it is not a sin, and it is not debauched. It is simply an act of physical love, made in private between two people who care very much about each other.”

  I don’t know how many times Griff had settled me with those very same words. I tried to quiet my thumping heart so that I could be a presence in the room that helped Katie feel safe. I sat up, letting the covers slip to my waist. I was still more decent than Griff’s state of complete nakedness.

  “In here, come on.” Griff led her to a chair and sat her down. Finally, he found a nightshirt to put on, handing another from his bureau to me.

  Poor Katie was mortified.

  Griff sat on the floor beside her and took her hand. It was a position we had both adopted at the feet of a woman at various times. It took away the overbearing size of a man that could overwhelm a young lady. Keeping low, making yourself small, was also a position one instinctively took when calming a frightened or wild animal. But seeing Griff like this, dropping his commanding demeanour, was something that always made my heart jump with love.

  “Do you know, Katie,” he started gently, “that it is because of you we committed this act of love tonight?”

  She tried to pull her hand away. “Oh, so now I am to blame for your depraved behaviour.”

  Griff threw his head back and laughed, drawing a puzzled, angry look from Katie.

  “What he means is that we were so filled with lust from your beautiful display after your spanking that we sought relief from each other rather than coming to you, which is what we both desired most. Griff and I care about each other in a way many men don’t. We experience as much joy in our mutual sexual release as we do with a woman. Soon, Katie, you will be the one in this group who will be the recipient of our lust and love, but that won’t happen until we’re married.”

  I stood and rearranged the cover on the bed, trying to ignore the wet patch where I’d ejaculated. I went to the other side of the bed and turned back the covers. “Come in here, love. We’ll all sleep together tonight. I promise you’ll be secure, and we can hold you and let you feel how much we care about you.”

  She chewed her lip but looked as though she only needed a gentle nudge of encouragement to get her to agree.

  Griff stood, keeping hold of her hand. He gave it a small tug. “Come on, you’ll be safe with us, sweetheart.”

  “But we’re not married.”

  “And we’ll not touch you. We’ll just keep you between us so that we can all get some sleep.”

  In truth, it was a terrible idea. Despite having just experienced sexual release, I feared I’d be hard again in minutes knowing Katie was alongside me. When I looked at Griff, he raised his eyes to the ceiling as if to say he’d just had the same thought.

  BOOK 1 ENDS

  Read on about Katie, Griff and Ari in Book 2 available here.

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  EXCERPT

  “What do you think? Would you like to touch it?”

  I shook my head. “I want to watch.”

  “Oh, but you will touch it, dear, and soon. Imagine what that will be like...the heat...” When his hand reached the head, he squeezed it hard. “How it throbs for you, Edith. It’s almost painful. Come, give me your hand.”

  He took my wrist in a tight grip, lifting it from his thigh. “Point your finger, Edith. Any one will do.”

  I did as he asked, watching with gross fascination as he rubbed it across the head of his prick. A small amount of moisture had gathered in the slit and he used the pad of my finger like a butter knife to spread the moisture back and forwards across the dome. When my finger was quite slippery, he lifted it to my mouth.

  “Precum, Edith. Taste it.”

  He painted my lips and asked me to lick them before he pushed my finger into my mouth, adding one of his alongside, and told me to suck. The taste was salty, the smell of the marsh, but the
most remarkable thing was the way this depraved act accentuated the deep throb between my legs.

  “Suck harder my dear. Show me how well you can do it.”

  I worked my mouth on the fingers and he groaned and thrust them in and out between my lips.

  “Yes, good girl...that’s nice...Use your tongue now. Imagine it’s my prick in there, sliding across it...pressing back into your throat so that you almost choke, and slipping out until my cock-head stays just inside your lips.”

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