Page 48 of The Devils of Saint City

So I take it.

After a few moments Ash pulls himself out and lines up with my ass, slowly sinking inside with a groan I’ve never heard him make before. The second he’s bottomed out, he grips my hair and pulls me flush with his body, his heavy breaths ghosting along my skin as he allows me to adjust. “How full are you now, pet?”

I know what he wants — but I also know what I want.

“My pussy feels empty,” I whimper, turning my face toward his. “I need you both.”

Ash chuckles darkly against my shoulder. “Manson... you think she can handle that?”

“She took us both in her pussy, so why not?” he rasps, moving closer. “Since when have we cared what she can handle anyway?”

I can’t see his face, but I know it’s menacing. “Just checking in with you, softy. Get down here so she can straddle you.”

Butterflies explode in my stomach as Manson moves, laying flat and sliding his legs between mine. I was asleep when they took me together the first time, unable to register or remember the pain. This time, I’m wide awake, still dealing with bruises and the after effects of being bred almost twenty times in a row.

This is almost certainly going to be more than I can take, but who am I to argue when Manson’s looking at me like that?

His eyes are darker than normal and wild with lust as I adjust my position to straddle him fully.

“Good boy,” Ash teases, earning himself a pinch on the thigh from his best friend, and the way he jerks away makes me gasp. Ash buries himself deep again, lips brushing my shoulders in an almost kiss, and then he’s ordering me around again. “Stroke him. Get him ready to wreck this pussy.”

It’s bold of him to assume I can focus on anything but how much he’s stretching my ass. The lube helps and so did the little bit of prep he did, but Asher’s huge. The only saving grace I have is that he’s the one in my ass, not Manson. With Manson being thicker, I doubt I’d be able to do anything at all but cry.

Wrapping my hand around that thick cock, I try to shift my attention to how it feels as he hardens instead of the intense pressure in my ass. “You like it, Manson?” I ask quietly. “Do you like watching him fuck his little sister’s ass?”

“So fucking much,” he rushes out. “I love watching you two do everything, but this is out of this world, baby. Clench and strangle his cock.”

He’s staring up at us like he’s in love, which is half true, at least. Even though it’s not directed at me, I hold onto the feeling as I rock back and squeeze around Asher’s length.

It has him groaning and curling his fingers into my hips tightly, and when one of his hands slide around to slip inside my pussy I moan. “So wet for us. She’s as ready as she’ll be, bro. Let her hop on.”

Manson reaches out to help me get into a more comfortable position then pushes Asher’s hand out of the way. “Count back from five, Rhea. Take a deep breath between each number.”

“Five,” I mumble, huffing more than anything. He said it himself, they don’t care what I can handle. “Four. Three.”

Manson reaches up to grip my throat, growling, “I said breathe, pet.”

Licking my lips, I inhale as deeply as I can and let it out slowly. “Two.” Once more. “On—”

I don’t get the whole word out before he’s slamming inside of me, knocking the wind right out of me. I fall forward, barely bracing myself before I headbutt him, but the motion causes Asher to slip out.

“Damn, Manson,” he growls, his hand pressing on my lower back to keep me down as he lines up with my ass again, and like the brute he is, he doesn’t tell me to count at all. He just mumbles out a “breathe” a second before he’s pushing himself all the way in and when he bottoms out it hits me like a ton of bricks that both of my captors are sheathed deep inside of my body.

And I’m wide awake.

And I basically fucking asked for it.

Whatever. I’m in control this time, not my disorder. I decide what I say out loud, how I react, how I feel. I’m not at the mercy of my subconscious or anything but my own slutty sex drive.

It’s empowering as hell.

Grinning for reasons they could never understand, I clamp down on both of them and roll my hips. The feeling is insane — too much, too big, too hot — but the way they groan in unison only has me feeling like a goddamn goddess. “Fuck, pet,” Manson groans, reaching up to hold my throat with both of his hands. “Yeah, she’s ready.”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

Asher immediately starts fucking me hard, pinning me in place to be used by the both of them however they please. It makes me scream.

Every time I think I get used to the way Asher splits my ass in two, he stops and lets Manson take over, keeping me stuffedfull. The bastards know my body better than I do at this point because Manson — beautiful traitor that he is — quits moving the second he feels that I’m close to an orgasm.

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