Page 59 of The Devils of Saint City

I grip Manson tighter to keep myself steady as I let that first orgasm consume me. It’s the first one I’ve asked for, the first one without a dozen strings attached — and fuck, it feels good. Too good.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, face still buried in my cunt as he selfishly licks me clean, but when Manson realizes what he’s doing he jerks me away.

“My turn. Lay back on big brother’s lap and face me.”

My legs are fucking jelly as I wait for Ash to lay down and get on top of him. I try not to put too much of my weight on him until he grabs me and pins us together, keeping me steady as Manson kneels down in front of me. He reaches under to pull Asher’s cock out, then positions me so it’s next to my pussy as he begins licking up the mess Ash left behind. “Love the way you both smell.”

Ash nips at my shoulder, keeping a constant thrum of pleasure and pain vibrating through my body. This is what I needed, what I craved. I’m awake. I’m alive. I can move. I’m not tied down or under duress, I’m fucking free.

“Suck him, Manson. Let me hear you gag the way that I do.”

Ash hisses into my ear the second he sucks him in, and I feel him as he lowers himself all the way down Asher’s shaft. “Oh fuck,” Ash breathes, sending butterflies scattering through my stomach. Holy fuck, this is hot. I can’t see Manson, but I can feel him and hear what it’s doing to Asher. My clit throbs in anticipation.

“Wait, I wanna watch,” I gasp out. “Let me watch you two with each other first.”

Manson pulls off of him with a pop and laps at my pussy again. “Yeah? What do you want to watch, pet?“

My mind reels with the possibilities. I’d love to watch them split each other in half, but something tells me they rarely take it that far. “F-Frot,” I stutter out. “I— oh fuck.” My thighs clench as I picture it. “Please.”

They moan in a way that tells me this won’t be the first time, but it’s clearly been a while. “Will you help us?” Ash asks as he moves into position on the floor with Manson. “Use your hands and mouth, little sister.” Their cocks jerk when they bump together, making it hard to say no. I wanted to watch, but this is going too well to argue.

Crawling over, I wrap my hands around them and squeeze as I spit on their tips. “Who leads when I’m not around? Asher?” I ask, leaning down to suck him in and pull off with a pop. “Or Manson?” I do the same to him, making his leg shake as he groans.

“Both... it’s whoever takes the lead when we start. Usually me,” Manson admits. “He’s always a little bossy, though.”

Asher? Bossy? Never.

Smirking, I stroke them together until I work up the courage to suck them both in. My cheeks stretch and I still can’t get more than their crowns in, but hearing the noises it rips from their chests spurs me on as I drool down their shafts.

“So fucking hot,” Asher mumbled. “Look at how wide that little mouth can get, Manson.”

A broad hand finds the back of my head as Manson ruts up, choking me and making my eyes roll until I come up for air. Steadying myself, I take one cock in each hand, lowering down to place a flirty, teasing kiss on each of their balls.

And when Asher reaches to help me stroke them both I pull back to watch while I can. Both of them are staring down at their joined cocks until Manson reaches out to grip my throat, but he holds me there so I can’t look away. Like I’d even try to. This is exactly what I wanted.

Well, almost.

The moment Manson lets me go, I move behind Asher and gently pull his hands behind his back as I whisper, “Don’t fight it,” into his ear. Meeting Manson’s eyes over my brother’s shoulder, I nod down to Asher’s aching cock. “Go on. Show me.”

Asher growls, tugging a little away, but he seems to catch himself when his cock leaks. “Fuck.”

“Yeah,” Manson says. “Fuck. Let me show her how I take care of you.”

He wraps both of his hands around their cocks and spits down, sliding it around slowly as they both roll their hips.

“Are his fists as tight as my pussy?” I ask, flicking my tongue over Asher’s earlobe as I watch. “Are they as wet?”

“Hell no,” he admits. “But he knows what he’s doing, Rhea. Goddamn that feels so fucking good.”

Manson spits a little more and strokes faster, his gaze snapping back and forth between their cocks and my face. “Bite him, pet.”

Floored, I grip his hands a little tighter and kiss his neck, once, twice, then bite down and suck his skin between my teeth.

“Oh, god!” Asher’s hips cant in the air as he leaks in Manson’s fist, but just as he’s muttering about how he’s close to coming Manson stops stroking all together and tosses me a wink. “What the fuck!” Ash tugs on my hold in desperation, but I’m no fool. If he wanted me to release him there’d be no stopping him. “Manson... come on. Rhea...”

I’ve truly never heard Asher sound more vulnerable.

It humanizes him in a way I really needed.

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