Page 35 of The Devils of Saint City

Their chuckles make my cheeks flush, but it feels too good to care. “Look at this.”

Ash slowly pulls his fingers out of me, showing us both a string of cum that connects us, and then sends a rush of heat through my core when he begins rubbing it on Manson’s cock.

“You’re making me want to fuck her now,” he growls, and I have to admit I’m on his side here.

The chain from my handcuffs slides off my stomach and drags my arm with it, and the sight makes Asher groan under his breath and reach down to grip his own cock. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Do it. Fuck her, Manson. Her pussy is craving its first load of the night.”

His pants disappear as Manson gets into position, both of them watching the spot where he pushes himself inside me. It’s fucking surreal. I can’t move my legs to wrap them around him, can’t reach up and touch the tattoos on his arm or the scar on hisshoulder. Maybe it’s for the best. It’s hard to feign indifference when I’m dying to kiss him again.

“God, she’s so wet,” he groans, pulling out to slam in a little deeper.

“Yeah? No mercy, Manson. Fuck her hard while she’s trapped here and can’t reach out to slow you down.”

He immediately complies when Asher reaches out to slap me across my cheek, making my pussy clench so hard Manson grunts. “Fuck. Do it again.”

I’m too fucking shocked to argue as Ash climbs onto the bed for a better angle and slaps me even harder, first on that same cheek, and then again on my breast.

“Fuuuuck!”

Manson speeds up as the sting reverberates through my whole body and I’m reminded over and over again that I don’t have control of myself right now. Every instinct to move to push him, to recoil is met with absolutely no action at all — and I’d be mad about it if it wasn’t making me dripping fucking wet.

Holy shit.

Exhaling hard, I focus on the way Manson grips my thighs and how it feels to have that fat cock splitting me open, then tip my chin to Asher in a challenge. “You hit like a girl.”

His eyes darken in challenge, especially when his best friend laughs at him. “Do I?” he grunts, caving to my bait as he slaps me even harder.

This time it takes my breath away as my head swings to the side, but the way Manson whimpers has me so close to the edge it’s fucking sad. “I thought you hated me?” I goad. “Doesn’t—”

The next one sends me into an orgasm I’m not sure will ever stop. I lose track of what they’re doing, what they’re saying, everything but how good it feels.

When I come to, my clit is trapped between Asher’s fingers and he’s talking Manson to ruin. “... fill her up with all you got,and then make her lick your cock clean while I do the same. Look at this desperate little slut.”

Manson comes hard with a growl, making me take every drop as Asher leans in to kiss him. Jealousy makes a second appearance as I realize part of me wants to kiss him too — but I don’t have time to dwell. As Manson pulls out and climbs up on the bed to do what Asher asked, my legs fall to the side and my brother leans in to add his spit to the mix, then slaps down hard on my clit. “How’s he taste, pet?”

His fat cock slaps down on my soaked pussy just as Manson yanks my head up to slide his length along my tongue.

I always have loved the taste of myself.

Shuddering, I suck him in deeper instead of responding, letting Asher feel the way my cunt squeezes him. “So fucking hot,” he whispers under his breath, and when he meets my eyes I swear he looks almost sheepish at the fact that I heard. Unlike when other people get embarrassed, he doesn’t recoil — it only makes him fuck me rougher and reach in to pinch my nose. “It’d be so easy to fuck this pretty little pet to death wouldn’t it, Manson?”

“Mmm, I don’t know. She’s tougher than she looks.” He snaps his hips to prove it, making me choke as my pussy spasms. “If we didn’t break her the first night, I’m not sure we ever will. Unless you have other thoughts?”

He pulls his cock out to make me chase it, to make me angry that I can’t fucking move and claim what’s mine, but when Asher leans in over me and sucks him in for himself I forget to be mad about it.

“Did you want to taste me, big brother? It’s all gone.”

“Selfish little pet,” he mutters, but I don’t miss the hint of a smile on his face as he pulls away. “I bet you want more, huh? Open your mouth.”

I slide my tongue out with my eyes on him as he spits it into my mouth, his face moving closer with each passing second, and before I know it he’s buried inside of me with his lips inches from mine.

Come on,I beg silently. Just do it. Do it while I can pretend I don’t have a choice.

Fucking kiss me.

But instead of giving me what I know we both crave he moves to the side and bites the hell out of my cheek.

Bastard.

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