Page 87 of Penny for Your Saints

But before either of us can get a grip on what’s going on, bodies are in motion. Quentin is helping Caz out of the way and Seb is getting himself comfortable—his back against the padded headboard, his cock standing upright in his lap over his enormous purple knot, his legs crossed as if he might take a moment of meditation just as easily as bond.

I waste no time clamoring onto him, my slick and Caz’s pearly cum flowing between my legs—starting on my knees to sink down onto his cock.

Steadying myself on his strong shoulders, I pull his body against mine—my breasts pressing against his muscular chest, his soft belly. His cock fills me as I seat myself as much as I can on his rod—his knot pressed against my slick petals. I shift off of my knees—wrapping my legs around him and doing my best to mirror his crossed leg pose with his heat inside me.

Seb cups my ass, using his considerable strength to lift me slightly before letting me back down—using more of his strength to grind me against him as I slide back down his cock to where his knot strains at my entrance.

I dig into his lower back with my heels, using my legs to pull me closer to him—grinding myself against him, trying to force his knot inside.

We gyrate against each other, and I can see Frank watching from the far end of the headboard as he leans back—one hand jerking his cock frantically while the other toys one of his hard nipples. His eyes dart between Seb and I, and Caz, face down in Q’s lap. Quentin watches us—his hand clamped over the blond fuzz of Caz’s skull as Quentin brains him.

My face turns back to Sébastien, my hand running down the side of his face as we writhe desperately against one another. He catches my wrist in his hand and gives me a look that could almost be mistaken for worry.

He’s about to cum—this is it.

The look of surprise, almost at the edge of pain, that twists his features as his knot is slurped loudly inside me, sends me; my body threatening to rattle apart as I quake with my orgasm.

Seb brings my hand to his mouth and takes the heel of my right hand and sinks his teeth into the meaty flesh between my thumb and wrist. I let out a small moan of pleasure tinged with pain as I sink my own teeth into Sébastien’s right ear—between the soft lobe, where the cartilage meets.

We sit—knit together, gently tending one another’s wounds with gentle sweeps of the tongue.

It seems like forever before I’m able to roll off of Sébastien—a mix of slick and cum dripping from between my thighs as I roll to an open space of bed.

I’ve barely been able to get my bearings—when I’m suddenly pulled to the edge of the bed by my ankles by Quentin.

“This time I will lead the dance,” he pants, lifting me from the bed—my arms wrapped around his neck. His strong arms guide me so that my legs wrap around his waist—his cock already pressing against the seam of my pussy lips.

We crash into something solid, my back making contact with cool plastic paneling; Q’s cock disappearing inside me as he fucks me against the wall—one fist in my hair—between my skull and the hard surface, another gripping one of my ass cheeks, keeping me suspended in the air as he pounds me without mercy.

I’m screaming, each thrust hard and deep—Quentin’s cock a perfect key to my lock; a door opening again and again on a new ecstasy.

Just over Quentin’s shoulder—I can make out Frank up on his knees—fucking Caz from behind, slow and hard; Caz’s gold Prince Albert flashing in the afternoon sun as his cock bounces downwards—the silver bars of his Jacob’s ladder glittering in the light as his cock springs back up with the force of Frank fucking him.

My eyes roll back into my head as Quentin’s cock hammers into my G-spot—his hand abandoning my hair to brace us both against the wall. The two of us make loud breathy sounds as I lock him and he cums inside me; it’s when Quentin buckles slightly against the wall that I sink my teeth into the bulging muscle of his bicep—as if it were a juicy, ripe, fruit.

Seb springs from the bed to help negotiate us back to the mattress—Quentin’s legs and arms wobbly—but our bodies still joined together until my lock releases him.

Almost as quickly as we’re laid down in the sheets again—Seb scrambles to close his mouth over Caz’s cock, narrowly avoiding Caz blowing his load all over us as Frank fucks the cum out of him—each stroke of Caz’s prostate sending another thick rope of cum fountaining from Caz’s cock into Seb’s waiting mouth.

Caz drops forward off of his hands and knees—exhausted as Frank sits back on his heels—his cock still hard, knot still pulsing.

Without realizing I’m able to move yet—I’m on my hands and knees crawling toward him.

Frank backs off the edge of the bed, motioning for me to join him at the mattress’ edge.

As soon as I’m within reach—he grabs me and flips me onto my back—taking my ankles in his hands before he bends me back. The balls of my feet touch the bed as he spreads me, sheathing his cock up to the knot inside me in a single fluid jerk of his hips.

He begins without preamble—jack hammering my pussy—the three cream pies I received earlier gushing up and out of me as Frank’s massive cock churns my insides.

I’m practically screaming for his knot when suddenly he slows—unfurling me—sliding me toward the center of the mattress. His arms hook beneath my arms as he puts the entire weight of his body on me—the air squeezing slightly from my lungs.

Our faces are so close our noses touch—his fists close in my hair where they cradle the crown of my head—and I know in a breath, his knot will be inside me.

But he is nothere—Frank is somewhere far away.The look of lucid want is replaced by a void that knows only hunger, only mindless need.

I can’t do it. I can’t bite him.

Even as my orgasm racks me and his knot stretches me, and our bodies are joined in such extreme pleasure—his soul is a million miles away.

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