Page 47 of The Devils of Saint City

Grinning, I tug his hair a little harder and bob his head, grinding on his hand.

The bastard cages my clit between his fingers and squeezes hard, too hard to actually feel good. It’s just frustrating enough that I let him up to breathe, but the second his lips leave Manson’s cock, I lean down to suck him in myself.

As expected, Ash shoves me down by the base of my neck and pins me there. “Is our little slut getting jealous?”

Ash starts to move my head exactly how Manson loves, fist tangled in my hair, and I can hear and feel how close this is making him. “God, this is so fucking hot. You’re both so hot.”

His cock throbs just before I’m finally allowed to pull off and breathe, but Asher moves my face toward Manson’s balls and sucks him back in himself. The stimulation has Manson twitching and whimpering until I feel his balls tighten on my tongue, and when I slide it up his shaft near Asher’s mouth I feel it throb as he starts to come.

Asher moans the second his flavor hits his tongue, sucking all of it straight from the source, and when he’s spent he grabs me by the throat and spits some of it into my mouth.

Just to piss him off a little, I coat my fingers in it before swallowing the rest and slide them inside my pussy. I don’t move them more than necessary to finger the cum inside me so I don’t break my newest rule, but the look on his face is worth it.

I watch him swallow what remains on his tongue, his grip tightening around my throat, and for a brief second I swear he’s about to kiss me. It’d be so angry, so possessive, and vicious the thought nearly drives me wild. “You like having cum in your pussy, pet?”

“Yes,” I say honestly. “I want more.”

That makes him smirk, his body prowling forward until I’m flat on my back and he’s looming over me. Manson moves in to help get me out of my pants, his eyes wide and eager with anticipation as my step-brother pulls out his cock and begins stroking it. “My cum?”

Fuck. I don’t want to say yes because I don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but it’s true. He’s got me so twisted that I only feel normal when he’s inside me. “Yes, Asher. Yours.”

I know the truth of it is written all over my face, in the way my eyebrows curl up and my eyes turn desperate. Whatever he sees there has him leaning in to push himself inside of me, gripping my wrists to slam my arms above my head.

I’m so glad they haven’t cuffed me again yet. “Fuck,” I gasp, finally getting a little relief after dying all morning. “You’re so big, Ash.”

“Am I?” He snaps harder with a cocky grin he doesn’t deserve. Or fine, maybe he does. “Maybe you just have a tiny pussy.”

I won’t argue with him, not when he seems to have forgotten why he was denying me. I need this. “No, it’s you. You make me feel so full.”

He moans, rolling and snapping his hips in a rhythm I can’t seem to catch. “You love being full. Tell me how much you love the pain.”

"I—” screw it. Why hide it? Why pretend I don’t? “It’s the only thing that makes me feel alive. I need it.”

“Fuck,” he groans, his thrusts speeding up brutally, and then he leans in and mumbles something incoherently against my neck.

“We feel it too,” Manson admits from behind him. “Don’t even want to go a day without it, huh, Ash?”

To my surprise, he nods in agreement still hiding his face, and this time, he’s the one stopping me from wrapping my arms around him instead of cuffs. God damnit, why does he make this so impersonal? “So do it. Hurt me,” I rush out, clenching around him as I get closer to the edge.

Ash pulls out of me before I can get there, spinning me around so I’m on all fours, and then he’s slamming back inside. “You want pain, girl?”

He spits down on my ass and then shoves his thumb inside of me, shocking me to the point where my orgasm completely recedes.

My heart thunders loudly, painfully as I realize what’s about to happen. This is how he wins. This is how he stays ahead. He’ll take the last thing I have to give and leave me wrecked and strung out, twitching and desperate for an orgasm he may never let me have.

He’ll always be one step ahead of me.

Manson rushes away down the hall, returning a few seconds later with a bottle I know is lube.

At least he doesn’t plan on ripping me.

I feel it drip down onto my ass before he begins moving his thumb, hooking it so he can begin fucking me again.

“Oh god,” I whimper, realizing I wasn’t full at all before this. But he’s back where I want him, deep in my pussy, and I know what I have to do. He wants submission, so that’s what he’ll get. “Am I allowed to come, Asher? Please?”

“Not yet, Rhea. You’re almost there... doing so fucking good for us this time.”

He stretches my ass even more, and I sink into the feeling. I don’t care if he lets me come. I don’t care if he hates me, loves me, punishes me, praises me. The only thing I have to hold onto is the moment we’re in, and right now, this feels fucking amazing.

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