Page 44 of The Devils of Saint City

Fuckers. Oh well, I can get myself wound up now and take care of it in the shower if I have to. They won’t get me.

Setting my mug down, I drop to my knees and run my hands up his thighs. “Are you sure you want to come in my mouth, Ash? You never evened it out, you know.”

Jackpot.

The frown that takes over his face tells me exactly how much that reminder pisses him off, but he shakes it away and nods down at his cock. “Take it out,” he commands, so growly and commanding I actually think I might enjoy this. Licking my lips, I tug his sweats down and wrap both my hands around his cock, licking the tip.

It makes him hiss and his hips cant up of their own accord. “More.”

His fists are so tight next to him I know he’s fighting the urge to slam my mouth down on it, so I deliberately only take abouttwo inches into my mouth. The rougher he is, the less likely I’ll need more tonight.

So do it, big brother. Be mad at me. Hate me. Show me.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his hand finding the back of my head to shove me down more. “I said more, little tease.”

My clit throbs as I choke, struggling to take it. He’s normally pretty big, but he’s as hard as a rock this morning — it’s unyielding as it slips toward the back of my throat.

“Good pet,” he praises, his fingers slotting through my hair and squeezing. “Gonna need some dye, Manson. We have to keep this hair pink.”

That one stuns me a little bit, but Manson hums his approval as he slides onto the floor and positions himself behind me. Asher’s grip makes sure I can’t turn my head to see what he’s doing, but I don’t have to — I feel his fingers ghosting over my panties a moment later.

“You’re right. I like the way it was faded when she got here, though. Can’t make it too pink, can we?” He reaches a little further, just putting pressure on my clit. “Wouldn’t want to forget how this all started.”

“Hell no,” Ash agrees, rolling deeper into my mouth. “Is she wet for me?”

He dips a little lower, slipping a single digit inside of me and pulling it out soaking wet. Fuck it, I don’t care if they know. I deserve to feel good too.

“Oh, she’s wet. Like she’s begging for it.”

I feel him lean over me and hear the sound of Asher sucking his finger clean, and the way it makes his cock throb in my mouth floors me.

“Give me some more,” he growls almost desperately, making Manson chuckle.

“I told you she tasted amazing. Here.”

He does it again and again, and as Asher sucks my juices off his best friend’s fingers, I can taste that he’s leaking.

The moan he lets slip past his defenses has me dripping, but no matter how many times Manson takes more, it’s not enough to make me cum. It’s just enough to drive me crazy.

I can’t even pull off to beg for release. The grip Asher has on me is tighter than ever, completely sheathed in my throat.

As much as I hate this... it feels so fucking good to feel him coming apart. He’s not the same grouchy guy that walked out of his room not even a half of an hour ago, he’s someone completely new, someone desperate and whimpering because of what I’m doing to him, and as I feel him begin to reach the edge I start to worry he’s actually not going to fuck me.

At this point, all I need is maybe two minutes of direct stimulation and I’ll explode everywhere, but the bastard isn’t going to give it to me. Manson’s smacking my clit every few seconds, pinching my nipples, doing everything but giving me what I need.

I try to pull off, but he forces me back down and growls at me to take it, and when his cock jumps I know I won’t get what I need. “D-don’t swallow. Hold it in your fucking mouth. Fuck.”

Asher releases with a throaty grunt, tugging me back just far enough that his entire load ends up on my tongue instead of in my throat. It’s a struggle not to swallow on instinct.

Slowly, he pulls me off. “Let me see it. Show me.”

It’s a whole new struggle to keep it from spilling out the sides of my mouth as I open for him, but the pleased look on his face makes it worth it. “So hot,” he whispers to himself. “Feed it to him. Manson, you don’t swallow it either.”

Shit.

Carefully, I spin around to face my other captor and pull him into a messy kiss, pushing Asher’s cum onto his tongue. It’s so hot that I climb into his lap and try to grind against him, missingthe next command that Ash gives, but Manson has me flat on my back in seconds as my step-brother moves in closer to pin my legs open. “Spit it into her pussy.”

Biting back a grin, Manson does as told, letting it drip down onto my soaked cunt, and before my next breath Asher begins fingering it into me painfully slowly.

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