Page 79 of All Saints Day
“I got here as fast as I could,” Seb rumbles, making his way behind Louise. “Here,chereLoulu, why don’t you lean back a little, eh?” He kneels behind Louise, guiding her back so that her shoulder blades press against the flat of his chest—Seb’s hands moving to gently toy with her nipples as I adjust my grip on Louise’s hips—lifting up onto my knees to continue fucking her slow and deep.
Louise whines as Seb lets one of his hands skate down her sternum, over her flat stomach to the trimmed triangle of copper between her legs. His finger finds her hard, slick clit—buzzing with sensitivity.
“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” Louise whimpers—her pussy clenching around me as Seb quickens the tight circling motions of his fingers.
“Very good, Loulu, cum for Cazzy and I,” Seb rumbles as Louise lets out a breathy squeal—her muscles clamping down on me as Seb flutters his finger over her pearl at lightning speed. “Yes, just like that—beautiful,” he continues, talking through her series of whimpering cries and shaking legs.
“Fuck,” I sputter, pulling my cock from inside her—unable tocontrol myself, wanting to see her perfect body covered in my cum. I stroke the shot of liquid pearl onto her perfect breasts and stomach, groaning at the beautiful sight.
Seb wastes no time—he slithers out from behind, licking my cum off of her breasts—stopping to suck and bite at her nipples as she rakes her fingers through his dark curls.
I can hear Dennis and Quentin come thumping back onto the deck of the boat above as Seb licks his way down my trail of seed to Louise’s pussy.
Seb lifts Louise by her round ass, her shoulders still pressed into the mattress as he brings her dripping cunt to his face—devouring her as her legs rattle and shake in their place hooked over Seb’s shoulders.
“Holy shit,” Dennis groans, intoxicated by the sight as he and Quentin finally make it into the bedroom, helping to divest one another of their clothing as quickly as possible.
“Get over here,” I huff, making room for the others, as Louise screams out another orgasm at the end of Sébastien’s capable tongue
Quentin lies flat on the bed while Seb comes up for air—Louise’s juices still running down his chin—as he takes stock of the players and the stage laid in front of us.
“Let Quentin have a little taste too, eh?” Seb growls, setting Louise down on the mattress, nodding to Q flat on his back.
I help to steady her as Louise clambers over Quentin, her pussy suspended over his face, his cock standing at attention before her lips.
“He can take it—lay down, put that pussy right on his face,chereLoulu,” Seb instructs.
Louise complies, Tin-tin eagerly running his tongue along her slick petals before he begins to suckle at her clit.
“Oh god,” Louise moans, but the sound becomes muffled as she takes Q into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with the suction.
Sébastien positions himself behind Louise, rubbing hiscockhead against her slick lips, while Quentin flicks the hard point of his tongue over her clit.
Louise moans around Q’s cock before she lets him free with a wet popping noise. She reaches for Dennis, who is on his knees with his cock just out of reach.
I watch with no small amount of jealousy as she begins to take Dennis and Q double barrel in her mouth as Seb begins to fuck her pussy.
Seb must read my thoughts down the bond because his maroon eyes find mine, alight with mischief.
“Come on over here,petit fantome,” Seb grunts, his grip on Louise’s hips as he strokes her up to the knot.
I do as I’m told, scrambling toward Seb in the sheets, my cock already hard again and bobbing between my legs.
“I want you inside me when I knot her,” he growls—and I don’t need to be told twice.
All of us find our rhythm, moaning and undulating like waves out at sea. Dennis slips into Quentin’s ass as Louise takes Q’s cock down her throat. Seb fucks Louise knot-deep from behind as Quentin tongues her clit and Seb’s knot and balls. I’m trying not to cum in Seb’s searing-hot, tight hole as he clenches tighter the closer he and Louise and the others edge toward orgasm.
Quentin is the first to go; shooting down Louise’s throat—a whimpering cry vibrating against her pussy. Next is Dennis, his knot sucked deep into Q’s ass as Quentin cums. As soon as Q’s screaming quiets, he sucks hard on Louise’s clit, sending her into spasms on Seb’s cock. Seb roars as he pushes his knot inside her—his ass milking my cock as we all stutter and grind haltingly against one another.
We’ve barely flopped down into the sheets, succumbing to our exhaustion, when suddenly Louise’s body rises up off the bed. Her head presses back into the pillows as her heels dig into the mattress—her back curving like the moon as she screams in pain; echoes of what Frank is feeling as he is tortured back at the Windmill.
Chapter 29
Quentin
As the cold wash of uncomfortable truth settled, we considered our options.
With the Windmill occupying positions throughout the highest levels of government and law enforcement—we were likely to run into corruption if we even considered approaching any Feds or politicians. Likely, any of the “right” channels would be just as dangerous as any back alley deal.
