Page 44 of All Saints Day (Lucifer and the Saints #2)

Cazimer

L ouise and I wriggle somewhat awkwardly as she helps me shimmy halfway out of my boxers, and I assist with the trussing of her bedsheet gown until I can feel her slick pussy grind against me, all the hardware on the underside of my cock—the Prince Albert through my cockhead and Jacobs ladder up the shaft—sending waves of pleasure through me.

I moan into her mouth as her hands creep down my sides and my abdominals fire with flexion.

Our kissing deepens, my tongue in her mouth as I peel away her bedsheet wrapping, my hands moving to cup her soft breasts as she gyrates on my throbbing hard cock—her legs locked tight around my waist.

Suddenly she throws her arms around my neck and begins inching forward and upward, trying to lift herself onto my cock. I quickly reach down and cup her ass, helping Louise lift herself up and onto my cock—already coated in a layer of her creamy slick.

Both of us break the kiss, letting out low animal sounds as we catch our breath.

My hands move instinctively to her waist as I feel my cockhead slip inside her juicy lips, her tight pussy slowly adjusting as she seats herself—first halfway, then fully—on my cock.

My hands rove up Louise’s spine and into her hair—her arms wind around my neck. I lift my hips as she rolls hers down, and I feel all of her tighten around me in a hot pulse as the ring of my Prince Albert kisses her G-spot.

The way she moans, her entire body rippling against mine—another powerful downward grind of her pelvis, driving me as deep as her body will allow—makes me want to kiss her so hard I steal the very breath from her lungs.

So I do.

Louise makes a high, desperate sound into my mouth as I roll my hips up into her.

Both of us nearly jump when the mattress suddenly shifts, added weight at the edge of the bed causing our tangle of gyrating limbs to list sideways as Sébastien clambers into the sheets along with us.

He’s already kicked out of his pants and boxers, his thick uncut cock bouncing free as he crawls toward us

“I got here as fast as I could,” Seb rumbles, making his way behind Louise.

“Here, chere Loulu, 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 to control 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, chere Loulu,” 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 his cockhead 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.