Page 31 of Penny for Your Saints

Like some bizarre protection ritual, my eyes make their final round—bathroom door, handcuffed wrist, Louise laying in the water—reaching for me.

Fuck it.

I tear off my t-shirt, stepping out of my sweatpants and boxers already around my knees.

Carefully, I step into the water—still gently steaming. I kneel in the space made by her spread legs—reaching beneath the sloshing bath water to lift her hips to the surface.

“Hold on to the edge of the tub,” I growl at her—watching to make sure her hands clasp the edge of the metal tub behind her head. I cup her tight glutes in my hands, lifting her pussy up and out of the water toward my mouth as she clings to the bathtub—eyes wide and wild with shock.

She gasps as I bring my mouth to her slick pussy, my lips closing around her swollen clit.

Sweeter than honey, more addictive than whiskey or cigarettes—my tongue laps at her dripping petals before pushing inside, seeking deep within.

“Cazzy, your mouth feels so good.” She gives a breathy moan—our eyes locked as she bucks her hips against my face. “But I need you inside,” Louise begs, the backs of her thighs trembling against my shoulders.

My cock jumps at her words. I’m already so far past the point of return in regards to rule breaking, there’s really no reason not to give in to what we both want. It’s not like I run the risk of losing myself while fucking her and accidentally chomping down on her with a bonding bite—though, technically, she could do just that to me. That thought causes my cock to jump again—and I can’t help but curse my traitorous theta biology; desperate to become pack—to facilitate the longevity of my own family through my own special place in the cycle of heats, ruts, and breeding.

Before I know it, I’ve laid Louise back into the water—my knees forcing hers further apart as I crawl over her, one hand cradling the back of her head—the other bracketing her free hand on the edge of the tub.

“I want to kiss you.” The words are out of my mouth, low and husky, before I can stop myself.

“Then kiss me, Cazzy,” she croons, reaching out with her free hand, her fingers dancing over the back of my buzzed head to rest on the nape of my neck, drawing me to her.

I close my eyes, dipping my head down to press my lips to hers; her green apple tartness like a bright strike of lightning as I breathe in her scent this close.

Her lips part and her tongue pushes into my mouth, my hips flexing downward as I slide my cock against her slick pussy—the two of us shuddering as the rungs of my Jacob’s ladder rub against her throbbing clit.

She moans into my mouth, and I draw myself back—my pierced cockhead pressing against her tight, slick entrance.

“Please!” she breaks the kiss to wail—her lips still brushing against mine.

And then I’m inside her—hot, tight, sublime.

I crush her mouth with mine—the two of us moaning into one another’s mouths as I sink deeper inside her perfect pussy.

The bath water sloshes messily as I pick up my rhythm, pulling halfway out—pumping halfway back in before slamming the rest of my length home on each third stroke.

“You feel so good inside me,” she moans as I continue my rhythmic pistoning.

“It feels so good inside you,” I rumble, picking up my pace—pulling back as far as I can before sinking my entire length inside her.

Her legs coil around my waist as she sighs my name, my balls lift—the tight coiling deep in my abdomen threatening to spring forth in a jerking, spasming orgasm.

Not yet.

I angle myself downward against her—my pubic bone sliding against her slick, swollen clit as I pound her relentlessly. I canfeel by the way she clutches me inside that she’s getting close—the more erratic the firing of her muscles, the closer she is to cumming.

There’s a jolt of unexpected pain as the almond-shaped nails on her free hand dig into my flesh—the sensation making my body sing with a rush of pleasure as she begins to unravel beneath me, limbs twitching and muscles shuddering as her orgasm rolls through her.

She can’t form any words—her breath comes in ragged gasps as she writhes beneath me—my pelvis juts downward in one final staggering stroke as I cum, adding my own honey deep inside her hive.

Our mouths find one another again—tongues swirling together as I rock gently against her—my cock not ready to stand down inside her tight heat; my body already begging to start fucking her again.

“I want more,” Louise whines, both of her hands slipping up over my hips to cup my ass—pulling me deeper inside her.

Wait just a fucking minute.

Both hands?

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