Page 10 of The Devils of Saint City

“For me?” she asks, an innocence in her voice that isn’t there normally. Fuck, I wish she was like this all the time. “Why me?”

She’s showing me a different side to her, so it feels safe to do the same. “Why wouldn’t we? You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I just have to remember that Manson’s recording.

“Can you help me, then?” She shifts, turning toward me and reaching out to touch my thigh. “I need help.”

“Yeah?” My dick already knows what she means, but I can pretend I don’t as I spread my legs more for her. “Tell us what you need, pet.”

Her movements are suddenly frenzied and uncoordinated as she reaches down to pull me out, but the way her tongue feels as she licks up my shaft for the first time makes me groan. “Oh fuck,” I mumble as it hits me this is really happening. Sure I’ve imagined it a million different ways, but none of it compared to how desperate she is right now as she sucks the head of my cock between her lips. “This is what your mouth was made for, pet.”

“Move her head a little, I don’t have a good angle.”

I tug her to the side by her hair and thrust up further, making her gag. She fights against my grip to fuck her own throat on mycock, and her eagerness has me fucking growling. “Do you see this?”

With her hair in my fist, I fuck up into her throat so he can hear what I’m doing to her, making her gurgle, making her choke. Her eyes roll as I bury myself deep and hold her there until she’s struggling to get air through her nose, and even then, the only reason I let up is because I don’t want her to wake up.

After tossing my shirt aside, I tug her off and begin to undress her faster than I’d like to. I have no idea how much time we have before the episode ends.

I’m shocked to see a tiny little tattoo of a dragon right between her tits, and it distracts me enough that I reach out to slide a finger down it.

Manson’s the tattooed one out of us. All I have is a small switchblade on my chest in memory of my dad, but I can’t think about him right now. I’m too close to finally sinking inside of her and breaking the promise I made not to.

Her nipples are so perfect I almost forget all of the lingering hatred inside of me and lean in to suck them, but I stop myself and simply rip off her panties instead. “Get over here.”

Without waiting, I grab her hips and yank her onto my lap, my fingers slipping along her clit with ease when I touch it for the first time.

She’s fucking soaked. I knew this little whore would be dying for it.

“Show me her face,” Manson growls. “Let me catch her expression when her big brother splits her in half.”

I grip her chin and turn her face toward him as my other hand grips my cock to line up with her dripping pussy. “So fucking wet she doesn’t even need foreplay. Little slut’s been dying for my dick.”

I can’t wait any longer.

I sink inside of her with my next breath, her pussy clamping down as she adjusts to my size, and I swear it’s better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.

Probably because I usually use condoms.

“Oh god,” she moans, fingers curling around the back of my neck as she stares straight into the camera and bounces.

I can practically see the tears she’ll cry when we show her.

I’ll have to make him cut the beginning when I said something nice, but aside from that, I can’t wait to watch every emotion cross her face when she watches it.

It makes my dick pulse and my hips snap to bury myself even deeper. “This what you need, Sleeping Slut?”

“Yes. Harder,” she gasps, riding me like she’ll die without it. Just like I knew she would. “Please.”

I make sure I’ll leave marks with how hard I dig my fingers into her hips, and then immediately start pounding into her. “Fuck, she’s so tight, Manson.”

He stands, moving next to us as he points the camera in her face then pans down her body. “How desperate are you, pet? Is one not enough?”

She doesn’t react much until he pulls his cock out, and I have to hold her hips in place as she leans over to suck him in. The way her pussy clenches is fucking sin, and I lean in to tug her closer to him by her hair for more. “Suck him good, Rhea. Manson’s been good to you.”

“Fuuck,” he groans, holding the camera steady as I work her on his cock. “Not so bratty now, is she?”

Rhea chokes, squirming so fucking perfectly on my lap that I almost blow. To distract myself, I reach under to stuff two fingers inside her to stretch her more. “Think she can take both in this greedy little pussy?”

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