Page 17 of The Devils of Saint City

Especially when she bites my bottom lip and makes my cock twitch. “Please,” she gasps, grinding herself against me as I struggle to sit down without dropping her. “Fuck, I’m so wet.”

“Yeah?” I’m struggling to get my pants down so much that Ash cusses under his breath and moves in to help me. He shoves them down hard the second I lift her up, and then surprises the hell out of me when he grips my cock for her to sit on. “Thanks, Ash.”

Though I notice how tightly he’s squeezing me, I don’t comment on it. He’s doing the best he can right now and physically helping me fuck his step-sister, so I don’t feel like I have room to complain when I sink inside of her.

What starts as a slow descent quickly becomes something else when Ash takes it upon himself to shove her down, her tight pussy clamping around me so good I groan loudly, and the pained whimper she releases only spurs me on. “Your big brother wants you to take it, pet. So fucking take it. Ride me.”

His eyes flick to the collar more than once as she starts moving, bouncing with her perfect tits in my face. She’s not looking at me anymore, not directly. She’s looking past me to something I’m not sure is really there.

Her vacant expression shouldn’t make me hard, but here we are.

At least I’m not alone.

Ash lifts her off of me quickly and spins her around, slamming her back down on my cock hard enough to hurt my balls, but when I watch him take himself out to rub his cock all over her face I forget to complain. “Gonna spit-roast this little slut?”

“Hell yeah. Look at how she chases my dick.”

Sure enough, she nearly falls off my lap trying to get to him, mouth open and tongue hanging out. The little moan she lets out as she squirms has me throbbing, the one he releases when she sucks the head in has me leaking, and I swear I have the best seat in the house.

I have a pretty, obedient little cunt clenching around me as I watch my best friend get sucked off by her — I could do this shit forever.

“Suck him good, pet.”

To make her squirm, I reach around and pinch her clit, and the way it makes her choke has me doing it again and again until she’s a slippery, moaning mess.

“Come on, pet. Come while you’re choking on my dick.”

His growly voice spurs me to fuck up into her harder so she gags more, and I feel it the moment she obeys him. Whether she wants to or not, I feel the way her pussy pulses and clenches, the way she goes taut and limp all at once.

“Did she do it?” he grunts, holding her head down and shoving his cock deep in her throat. “Did she fucking come?”

“Hell yeah,” I grunt. “Fucking strangling me, Ash. You think she can swallow like this?”

He pulls out to grip her throat and pushes his palm down, grinning wickedly when she swallows out of instinct. “Yeah, she will.” Leaning down, he meets her eyes. “See, Sleeping Slut? You can deny it all you want, but now we’ve got proof. Do it again.”

She gasps for air a moment before he buries himself deep again, pinning her nose to his body.

“You can come up for air when you come for us again. You want to live, Rhea? You want to breathe? Earn the air in your lungs.”

She bucks and I swear it’s a miracle she doesn’t wake up, one I send a silent thank you out into the universe for. I’ve never seen him this way, but something tells me Asher needs this. After thelast time he slept better than he has in a long time, and the way he joked around the next day proved exactly how relaxed fucking Rhea made him.

It felt like I had my best friend back.

When she orgasms again I feel it drip down onto my balls, making them tighten faster than I want them to. “She came,” I breathe, my rhythm faltering when I watch him lose control.

He gives her five seconds to breathe before he’s fucking her tight throat like he hates her, but I can see something in his eyes he’d never admit to.

He craves her submission.

Whether or not this will ever be enough, I don’t know — but it’s all we’re gonna get.

“Get the collar,” he snaps out. “Put it on her.”

I glance to my left and right so fast gives me whiplash, but I spot the blue collar just as Ash pulls something out of his pocket that catches me completely off guard. He jams it into her arm the second the collar’s lock engages. Our eyes meet when I realize exactly what he just did, and knowing she’ll never go anywhere we can’t follow has me blowing instantly.

Me coming has him nearing the edge quickly, but not before he tugs her in by the collar and growls, “Her fucking eyes are closed.”

I don’t see why that makes a difference until I remember Ash probably chose blue because it will bring out her eyes. I have my suspicions, anyway. He’ll never admit it, but I see it clear as day all the same. “You’ll see how it looks tomorrow.”

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