TRIPLE PRINCES: An MFMM Menage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “But wait,” she said. She flushed slightly, a beautiful trail of pink creeping over her chest and breasts. “I need to ask something,” she said. “What’s your name?”

  “Nick,” I replied, grazing her cheek with my finger.

  “I’m Jennifer,” she sighed. It was a beautiful name, and I clasped her close to me as we rolled over to continue our lovemaking.

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  Previously …

  I’d taken the job at the Billionaires Strip Club because I desperately needed cash. My little boy was gravely ill, and I’d racked up a huge amount in medical bills. Thinking only of my son, I’d held my chin up and made the decision to take my clothes off for money.

  But during my first night at the club, I met a handsome stranger who seduced me with his eyes, hands, body and lips. Before I knew it, he took me bareback and wild in the back of the club, coming over and over again in me, all the while stroking my cheek and tenderly kissing my body. I got pregnant with the billionaire’s baby, and now he’s put a ring on my finger … making everything legit!

  CHAPTER TEN

  Jennifer

  We were at the engagement party for one of Nick’s friends, some banker dude who had taken up with a girl who was eighteen. Or at least close to eighteen was the rumor. She’d finally finished high school and the banker had immediately proposed – the teenage vixen had a ring on her finger and was soon going to be a Missus.

  I looked down at my own finger. The diamond Nick had bought me was breathtakingly large, so big that I was almost embarrassed to wear it. At eight carats, it extended all the way up to my knuckle and was like a giant strawberry, glimmering and sparkling on my left hand. Not that I was complaining. Nick had been like white knight for me and my son Dylan.

  He’d moved Dylan and I from our digs in a rundown apartment into his palatial home. And I no longer had to worry about medical specialists for my son – Nick had taken care of everything, even bringing in a nanny so that my mom could take a vacation.

  You see, my son has a rare neurological disorder which means that he’ll need constant care for the rest of his life. I’d struggled paying the bills for his various specialists, but now it was all handled by my billionaire fiancé. I thank my lucky stars each day for Nick, especially after the way we met.

  I glanced at him across the ballroom, and as if feeling my eyes on him, he turned his head to gaze at me. The world narrowed so that there was just the two of us, Nick standing before me in 100% clarity while everything else went into soft focus. He was so handsome, charismatic and commanding in his dark tuxedo. When we’d entered, I could feel the gazes of a hundred women on him, in lust and jealousy.

  I looked down at myself. I wasn’t doing too badly. Even though I was five months pregnant, my belly was only a slight curve, and I fit into the sample size designer gowns Nick had insisted on buying for me.

  “Petal, you’ll need to help me host social events and the like,” he said. “It’s part of the duties of being my wife.”

  “But who helped you do the honors before?” I asked curiously.

  “You know, party planners, or I just hosted them stag,” he said vaguely. I kind of believed him, but not really. Nick was a virile alpha male, and my suspicion was that his girlfriend du jour had done the honors, even if she was only on his arm for a week or two.

  Speaking of girlfriends … I’m not sure how many Nick has had, but the tabloids portrayed him to be a serial womanizer. There were so many glossies of him with gorgeous women dripping in jewels that it seemed like he had a new one each week. That plus the fact that he was a VIP member at the Billionaire Strip Club pretty much ensured that he knew womanflesh inside out.

  But he was mine now, and I was determined to make our life perfect.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Nick

  She was astoundingly beautiful, her blonde hair and glowing complexion enhanced by the golden gown I’d picked out for her. She’d been so modest at the atelier.

  “Nick, I can’t let you buy these for me,” she whispered, fingering the material of a particularly beautiful chiffon ensemble.

  “Nonsense,” I’d rumbled. “A wife of mine needs to be dressed appropriately, and I can’t let you wear something off the rack,” I’d said. “My wife needs to be in couture, as befits someone with my means.”

  I was rich, and dropping a hundred thou to get Petal’s wardrobe started was nothing to me. In fact, she deserved nothing but the best. After working so hard as a single mother, I wanted to make life a little easier for her.

  I’d moved her and Dylan into my house in the countryside, and paid for an around-the-world vacation for her mom. And Dylan had definitely wormed his way into my heart. The little toddler was trusting and sweet, and had begun calling me “Dada” two weeks after moving in.

  This sense of protectiveness was new to me. Before, I’d been a swinging bachelor. As a member of the Billionaires Strip Club, I’d appreciated women from a completely different vantage point – that of a customer looking up at breast and pussy as the girls danced. I’d paid for sex multiple times, but all that had changed when I met Petal. She’d been the shyest stripper I ever met, charming me with her sweetness and fragility, and now here I was, a growling alpha male protecting my woman and cub.

  I was worried though. Like I said, I’ve fucked more than a few women on less-than-ideal terms. I can’t help it – they always seemed to expect marriage after two weeks of sex, dropping hints about rings, wedding plans, whatever. And I’ve never been a taker … until Petal. Somehow getting married just didn’t seem like a ball and chain anymore, so long as it was with my beautiful girl.

  And this was her first introduction to my social set. Despite my outward assurances to Petal, inwardly I’d approached the party with some trepidation. Looking around the ballroom, I could already see more than a few women I’d fucked in the past, done up in jewels and fancy gowns, looking at me with lust and Petal with derision. Fortunately though, no one knew about her past.

  One of such women came tripping up to me.

  “Hey handsome,” said the brunette, trailing a finger across my lapel. “We haven’t seen much of you in the past three months.” It’d been because I’d been searching for my Petal, putting investigators on her trail while staying up sleepless nights reliving our one night of sensuousness.

  “Hello Serena,” I said smoothly, kissing her on the cheek. The brunette made sure to lean in so that her breasts pressed against my arm.

  I stepped back and looked at her coolly. “I’ve been around,” I said. “Business has picked up, and I’ve been traveling,” I said.

  “Not to mention you got engaged!” she added cattily, glancing over at Petal. As if she had a sixth sense, my girl looked over at me questioningly, a slight frown as she took in the sight of Serena standing too close. I smiled at her, nodding to the door and she understood instantaneously.

  Turning back to Serena, I dismissed her smoothly. “Thanks for saying hi,” I said. “I’ll introduce my fiancée later, when we have more time,” I said. “Excuse me.”

  I headed towards the door and with a furtive glance, pushed my way into the deserted hallway.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Jennifer

  He was waiting for me when I made my exit, meeting him just outside the ballroom. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall towards the women’s restroom.

  “Nick!” I squealed.

  “Trust me,” he hushed. “The women’s bathroom is always better than the men’s.”

  We were in a fancy hotel, on the top floor where his billionaire friend had rented out the entire space for the engagement party. Nick dragged me into the restroom and I could see why he’d picked this place. The bathroom was larger than my former apartment. There was a powder room with a lavender couch, several ottomans, and a full array of beauty products in case … I don’t know, you lost all your make-up and needed to get ready for a wedding?

  He locked
the door behind us and pushed me down so that I knelt over one of the ottomans. Slowly, he unzipped my gold dress from the back, revealing inch after inch of creamy flesh.

  “God you’re beautiful,” he groaned. He caressed my spine and ran a hand around to cup my breast, rubbing my nipple tenderly before tweaking it with his fingers, causing me to jump and cry out.

  “Hush baby,” he whispered in my ear. I heard the unmistakable sound of his zip and tried to turn around, hungry to see and taste his cock.

  He chuckled and said, “Don’t worry, you’ll be getting a mouthful.”

  Slowly, he guided his penis to my waiting lips. He’d been tutoring me on the art of cocksucking. Previously, the few men I’d had sex with had been like monsters, fucking my mouth wildly, once poking my eye with his dick when he was careless. But Nick was a master in the bedroom arts, and he liked his fellatio with finesse.

  I circled my tongue around his head, focusing on the bottom of his glans like he’d taught me. I heard his breath catch, that sensitive spot his weakness, and I pressed my advantage, furiously tonguing it as his penis jerked slightly. I rolled his glans around in my mouth a few times before pushing my tongue into the slit at the top, tasting his pre-cum, salty and sweet at once.

  “That’s my girl,” he ground out. “Get your daily dose of protein.”

  I focused on the head of his penis. With my fingers, I pulled his foreskin back, revealing the meaty, fleshy pink of his glans and licked tentatively at the top before pursing my lips and sucking hard on the shaft. I hollowed my cheeks for the best vacuum and he jerked again slightly, his dick emitting another gush of warm sperm into my mouth.

  I pulled off for a moment and craned my head to work on his balls. They were massive, hot and tight, nestled against his thighs in arousal. I tongued them lightly at first, just licking as I breathed in his personal scent, musky and one hundred percent male. I bit gently at the soft flesh before sucking one of his testicles into my mouth, the hardness like a huge jawbreaker that filled my cheeks. His skin was velvety and loose in contrast, and I buried my nose in him as my finger reached to stroke his perineum.

  He gasped at the contact. I knew he liked being touched in these private places. Balls and penis are pretty obvious to stimulate, but that space between his balls and ass? Mine alone to play with.

  I softly stroked his perineum in circles, massaging the sensitive spot and then pressed two fingers down hard. He gave out a choked cry and I moved my lips, by this time fully on my knees between his legs, looking up at his jewels and the pucker of his beautiful ass. Without hesitation, I lapped at his anus, the bull’s eyes small and tight, not giving way to my tongue. I laughed a bit and brought my finger up to my mouth, sucking it to lube it up. With my finger, I traced around his rim a bit, crooning, “There we go, loosen up honey.” He groaned above me and I saw that his eyes were closed, completely focused on the sensations coursing through his ass.

  I circled his rim more insistently before dipping my head to lube it up even further, and this time, pushed my index finger hard. The peephole popped open, letting me get just the tip in. “That’s a good boy,” I murmured. I wormed my finger in a bit further, just up to my first knuckle as Nick shuddered above me, his big body shaking from the penetration.

  I knew what I wanted though. I wanted to tongue-fuck him, and to taste his musky ass on my lips. I shoved my finger in to the second knuckle and he bellowed, the roar echoing through the bathroom. I slowly pulled my finger out, substituting my tongue in its place, and let myself savor the tasty, muscular feel of his anal chamber. It was hot and tight, dry with the odor of man, and I reveled in it, pushing my tongue in as far as I could.

  I pulled his flanks apart to get the best possible access and squeezed the hard male flesh with my small fists. Nick worked out every day, so had the ass cheeks of a fitness model, and not the doughy build of a salaryman. I repeatedly plunged my tongue into his anus, spearing the tip to get as deep as I could, reveling in the intimate penetration. “God, you fuck like a stripper,” he growled, as his hand palmed his shaft, starting up a deep pull as I ate his ass.

  I could feel him tensing beneath me, his muscular thighs tightening as his cheeks flexed, and I knew Nick was about to come.

  “No, I want it in me!” I cried out.

  He had me bent over the ottoman in a flash. My gold dressed must have ripped as he yanked it off, and he buried himself in me to the hilt with one swift stroke.

  “See baby?” he breathed in my ear. “That’s why I like it when you don’t wear panties.” His cock was massive and I cried out, trying to adjust to his length. Despite the fact that he’d been buried in me non-stop for the past month, each new fuck was like a revelation. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to fully accustom myself to his width and girth, he was so big that I wasn’t sure my tiny body would ever adapt.

  He started up a hard fuck in me, grasping me by the hips as he took me from behind. I leaned forward so that his dick could graze just where I wanted inside, and sure enough, his glans hit my g-spot, stimulating the flesh with its hard roughness. “Oh!” I cried out. I squealed again when he wound my blonde hair around his fist and began pulling, using my hair like a harness. “Good girl,” he growled. “Giddy-up, princess.”

  Pulling my hair had the effect of making me arch my back as he fucked me, and while uncomfortable, it only seemed to heighten the sensation of sex. He pulled me so hard that my body was almost bent over backwards, and he used the opportunity to kiss me as he fucked me. It deepened our connection, the feel of his dick ramming in and out while his tongue did the same in my mouth.

  I reached a hand up to play with my nipples, more sensitive because I was pregnant, and that put me over the edge.

  “Oh Nick!” I cried, my voice filled with love for my man as I came hard on his dick, my cunny clenching on his member as my pussy gushed.

  “Hold on little girl, I want to see it,” he rumbled. He pulled out of me and canted my pelvis forward so that I was almost in a sitting position. He reached down and began rubbing my clit through my folds, stimulating me hard, pressing down on my love button relentlessly. Sure enough, the added stimulation caused my pussy to squirt, and I shot juices out about ten inches, drenching his hand and the ottoman in front of us.

  My pussy continued to squirt for a full minute as he stimulated me, one hand working furiously in my cunny as the other squeezed my breast, pinching my nipple almost painfully. I heaved and gasped in his arms, frantically coming again and again. The sex was so mindblowing, so fantastic that I was weak-kneed and delirious, ready to collapse at the feet of my god.

  But Nick wasn’t done yet. He hadn’t finished and had plans for his seed. Positioning me carefully on the floor, he knelt over me, manually stimulating himself as he looked hungrily at my luscious, naked body.

  “Petal, you’re so fuckable,” he growled. “So unbelievably, incredibly fuckable, my wife-to-be.” That did it, and he sprayed all over my face, his hand running up and down his hot shaft as his balls emptied themselves onto my eyes, nose, lips and cheeks. I closed my eyes, but tilted my face forward, opening my mouth and hoping to get as much sperm as possible. A few globs landed on my tongue and I swallowed them, enjoying the taste of hot sperm in my throat. Nick had a lot to give though. He seemed to keep coming and coming, and after my face was coated, he began shooting semen all over my torso, spraying my chest, breasts, and tummy, before kneeling between my legs and spurting onto my open pussy, the pink folds still steaming and hot from my orgasm.

  By the time he was done, I was completely covered in the viscous white fluid. I loved every second of it and reached down to smooth it over my breasts, trailing the stickiness over my nipples as he finished pulsing between my legs, squeezing his balls to get the few last drops onto my pussy. Lasciviously, I ran my hand over my cunny and began rubbing his cum into my cunt, the sperm almost instantly disappearing into my folds, my twat was so hungry.

  Nick panted above me, his eyes still alight
with lust even though his penis was sated. He tenderly bent down and kissed my sperm-covered belly. “You look amazing,” he breathed. It was true. I was totally covered in his cum, my breasts swollen and pussy well-fucked.

  “Keep this up and we’ll have more than one kid,” I said wickedly, licking my lips before sitting up.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Nick

  She was so delicious as she struggled to get back into her dress. We cleaned her up as best as possible, using soft towels in the restroom to wipe up my sperm, although she’d insisted on licking as much as possible from her lips and cheeks. I loved my dirty girl. She was innocent, sure, but I’d taught her well these last few months.

  Her gown was ripped, but she had a wrap in her purse to drape over the damaged zipper. I dropped a kiss onto her shoulder, loving her elegance when I knew how dirty and nasty she could be during sex.

  “You’re beautiful, Petal,” I complimented. She flushed. Her hair was slightly mussed and her lips looked swollen from my hard loving, but otherwise, my gorgeous girl was perfect.

  We heard women approaching the bathroom door, talking in hushed voices. Quickly, we unlocked the door to the restroom before scurrying into the handicapped stall, careful not to make any sounds.

  The door clanged open and the sound of catty voices filled the bathroom.

  “What a slut,” said one voice. My heart sank. It sounded like Serena. Shit. Fuck.

  “I heard he met her at a strip club! Can you believe it? Billionaire Nick Gala is engaged to a stripper!” came another female voice.

  “Not just a stripper,” said a third voice, dropping to a hush. “An escort.”

  “What does that even mean?” said one woman.

  “It means … she has sex for money, what else?”