Page 40 of Penny for Your Saints

“All of us boys have taken Caz to the Eiffel tower—though regrettably, he’s not yet seen Paris,” I purr, a new and powerful wave of desire washing over me, my cock beginning to stiffen in my well tailored trousers. “And I’ve taken both Frank and Sebby’s knots.” I grin, laying my hand over my strengthening erection; Louise’s sweet-smelling slick growing thick in the air. “But no. I’ve never been locked by a sigma or alpha,” I confirm in a low rumble.

“Well, wouldn’t you know? I’ve never locked an omega like you,” she growls back, her sigma aura pouring off her in a constant cascade. “Built like an alpha—but still so damn pretty, so lush.”

We sit in the tense silence of the room—the two of us breathing heavily as Caz snores down the hall, mid-afternoon sun creeping in golden squares of light across the ratty carpet.

Louise, as if in challenge, pops the rest of the sno ball into her mouth, a few pinky flakes of coconut clinging to the full round of her bottom lip.

My body moves on its own—before I know what I’m even doing, I’ve leaned across the open sofa cushion between us, my tongue darting out to sweep the feathery bits of sugared coconut from her mouth.

An electric shock races through me as the tip of my tongue makes contact with her bottom lip.Her free hand dars out, snaking its way into my hair before closing into a fist at the crown of my head. A moan, far sluttier than I would have liked, escapes me as she holds me a breath away from her face.

The two of us look at each other hungrily for a split second before Louise crushes my mouth with hers.

Our hands tear at one another, my fingers nearly ripping the gauzy camisole as I rush it up and over her head. Louise’s hands grip either side of my shirt below the collar before ripping the thing open. Pearly plastic buttons pop off in different directions as she rents the garment open while her hands move over my chest, my stomach and down to my black leather belt.

Just as she whips my leather and brass belt from its loops, I wrest control from her—flipping her onto her back on the opposite side of the couch—forcing her knees open with my own expanding thighs as I pull at the elastic waistband of her velour track pants; her mesh lace panties sopping wet with slick.

I toss the track pants aside and wriggle onto my belly on the couch—my knees bent just before the armrest of the sofa—my lower legs dangling in the air as I lap at the sodden delicate fabric.

Louise lets out a little gasp as her hips lift, trying to follow my touch.

“Mmm,” I let my lips buzz against her through the thin material, drawing another hitching breath from Louise. “Sweet and salty.”

Another few laps of my tongue bring her hands into my hair—her nails gently grazing my scalp, sending little electric waves of goosebumps over my bare shoulders.

The point of my tongue pushes against the sheer material, doing my best to press as far inside of her as possible; the barrier reducing my attempts at true penetration to a mere tease as my own arousal, dripping with precum, rubs against the couch cushion beneath.

“Quentin,” she pants, irritation seeping at the edges of her voice.

“Yes,” Lick. “Louise,” Push. “Darling?”

I suck at her clit through the mesh and she nearly screams.

“Quit teasing me. I’m getting impatient,” Louise warns.

“Oh? And what are you going to do about it?” I snicker, pulling her panties down so I can lavish more attention on her swollen clit.

Without warning, Louise’s entire body ripples—her powerful abdominal and lower body muscles working in tandem to lever her out of my grip as if she were an undulating snake.

Before I can make sense of where her body is moving in relation to mine, she kicks out of the panties tangled around her knees and is suddenly using her arms and legs to capsize me like a boat on the narrow sofa, so that I am now positioned under her.Her right knee anchors between the back and seat cushions of the couch with her left leg swung over me, one foot planted on the floor. My hard cock twitches as her slick drips in syrupy rivulets down to my balls.

“I’m gonna do this.” She grins—sinking down on my length inch by inch.

She’s hot and tight in a way that drives me mad. Not because she’s unlike any other woman I’ve fucked before—but because our bodies truly feel made for one another.

Somewhere in a hazy memory, I recall one of the lecturers at the omega finishing school I attended explaining how a male omega’s ‘Key’ fits more perfectly inside his female alpha or sigma’s ‘lock’ than anywhere else.

Considering how many men and women and all those in between of all designations that I’ve fucked—for business or pleasure, I have never experienced anything remotely like this.And Louise hasn’t even properly locked me yet.

I let out a loud moan as she grinds her hips down on me. Her slick wells at my hilt as she gyrates her hips, lifting her ass so that a few inches of me are forced to leave her taut heat. I whine my protest, trying to lift my hips to meet her.

When she slams herself down on me again—stars dazzle my vision and I let out a high, delighted sound.

Usually, even with Frank, I find myself topping from the bottom. Not this time—I am completely undone, thrown off my game.

I hold frantically to Louise’s hips as she rides me, something almost like fear gripping me each time she rocks upward, my cock nearly pulling free from her hungry cunt.

“Easy now, I’m gonna take care of you.” Louise’s hand creeps from where she braces herself on my chest. Her thumb finds its way between my brows—making me notice how hard I must be grimacing.

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