Page 54 of Penny for Your Saints

I look into Q’s eyes, slipping my middle finger inside him as his cock jumps in my palm.

There's a loud, wet sound, and Sébastien's cock pops free of Louise's mouth. As she makes a breathless gasp—Frank having added several fingers to her dripping pussy as he continues to lap at her from behind.

“Please,” Louise whines as Frank works her with those brutish, thick fingers—all the while one hand pumping furiously up and down on Seb’s cock—still glistening with her saliva; the other, gripping his knot.

Frank comes up for air from Louise’s sweet pussy—cock in hand, a smug look on his face.

“I told you that you would beg for my—” but before he can finish the thought—Louise is up and off the couch and out of his reach.

“I’m not taking anyone’s knot tonight,” she growls.

Seb looks instantly crestfallen, but keeps any other indicators of his disappointment to himself. Frank is working on looking outraged when Louise cuts him off,

“I’m going to lock Q with Caz still inside,” she says with a wild look in her eye—and neither Q nor I can contain the sounds of anticipatory pleasure that escape us.

“You and Seb can flip or do rock-paper-scissors for the other holes—but I’m not taking either ofthose.” She glares at Seb and Frank’s imposing knots. “Not tonight.”

Seb’s eyes find mine, and I give him an eager nod.

“Fine,” Frank grunts and repositions himself on the couch so that he lies across several cushions lengthwise, stroking his girth as he motions for Quentin. “Bring that tight ass over here, Beckett—I wanna feel how tight you get when Little Lucifer locks you,” he growls, his canines winking through his smirk as he jerks it.

Quentin practically jumps onto Frank's cock. Frank uses his burly arms to support Q as he tilts himself back, still impaled on Frank—but opening a space for Louise to climb atop him.

While I look on, suddenly—I feel Seb’s cock in the valley of my glutes; his dick sliding against my ass as he lazily squeezes my throbbing erection.

“Let’s get comfortable, mon coeur—it may take them a moment,” Seb murmurs into my ear, guiding me back to the couch cushions as Louise clamors toward Frank and Q.

As Louise mounts Q—Seb reaches between her dripping petals and harvests a good bit of her slick honey; slathering it over his thick cock before reaching down and tentatively slipping his hand between my muscular cheeks and pressing a finger into the ring of taught muscles—making me moan.

There’s a delicious symmetry as I watch Louise take hold of Quentin’s long, muscular legs lifting them upward so that his thighs press against his rippling chest and abs—mounting him in the amazon position. His cock sinks inside her as Sébastien pulls his finger from me and presses his hot, slippery cockhead against my asshole; penetrating me with aching slowness.

There’s a few moments of adjusting—Louise and Frank finding their stride; Frank slowly pumping his cock up to the knot into Quentin as Louise takes Q to the hilt inside her pussy. Seb moves me closer to them with tiny motions forward on our hands and knees as he fucks me doggy—his hand jerking me in a spirited reach around.

I see Louise’s slick begin to flow down Quentin’s balls—to where Frank disappears inside him; Q and Louise’s slick, coat Frank’s pulsing knot—and I know that it’s time.

I raise myself up off of my elbows—prompting Seb to move along with me.

Caressing her lower back, letting my hand drop to her ass—down to where her slickness drenches Quentin’s cock.

“You ready?” My voice is all raspy breath—and Louise can barely spare a gasp to give an affirming, “Yes!”

I grip her hips—guiding her upward until Q is pulled free of her slick pussy; positioning myself against him just like our earlier frottage—my fingers clenched in a ring at the bases of our cocks as Louise glides us across her slick pussy lips—lubing us up before she sinks down onto our dual cocks.

Seb presses his forehead against the nape of my neck as Louise takes us deeper.

“Fuck, you’ve never gotten this tight before,” he hisses as he lurches against me, his cock stroking my prostate in a glorious explosion of sensation.

I can’t even give an intelligent response—only grunt and moan as we all begin to move together.

Quentin lets out a desperate whine as my Jacob's ladder rubs against the underside of his cock—both of us assaulting Louise’s cervix—my prince Albert taking point.

Heavy breathing and intense, wet sounds come from our tangle of bodies; all of us moving together like some infernal machine.

It doesn’t take long before we begin to fire off; a chain reaction of climaxes; Quentin practically screaming his orgasm as his cum flows hot and fast inside of Louise. As his asshole clenches on Frank as Frank’s knot disappears inside Q, barking out his pleasure, his orgasm only intensifies as Louise cries out—her pussy locking both Q and I inside her.

I jolt against her, the crushing pressure of me and Q inside of Louise’s slick pussy sends me convulsing—my balls pulsing as I empty myself inside her—all of my muscles tightening around Seb as he lets out a halting growl, his knot throbbing as I feel his cum spill inside me.

For once, I’m not the last to wake in the morning. Frank and Louise still lay sleeping in the large tousled nest in the loft as I creep down the ship’s ladder to find Seb and Quentin deep in hushed conversation by the fireplace, steaming cups of coffee clutched in their hands.

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