Page 28 of The Devils of Saint City

Manson groans as if he’s never tasted anything better, and the noise seems to lure Asher in.

Our eyes lock the second he comes into view, so I don’t look away. I keep my eyes on him as I grip Manson’s hair and grind up against his tongue. “Oh god, that feels... amazing,” I moan. “You like the way I taste, baby?”

Growling, Manson nods his head eagerly a second before his fingers join in the fun. I wish i could say he has all of my attention, but the truth of the matter is I cannot bring myself to look away from Ash.

He’s gripping the corner now, only half of his body visible but it’s enough to see he’s fully hard from the show we’re putting on. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s taking all of his willpower to stay where he is.

When Manson sucks my clit into his mouth I grip his hair hard. “Don’t fucking stop. Please, please don’t st—”

My thighs clench around his head as I cum all over his tongue, dragging a pleased moan from deep in his chest as he licks me through it.

Asher takes a step forward, his fists clenching at his sides, and I’m shocked to see he doesn’t have the remote. I’m safe, at least for the moment.

“Tell Asher how I taste, baby. Tell him what he’s missing.”

“Dude is missing out on life,” he growls, lapping up at it a few more times before placing a kiss on my clit. “Taste like heaven, pet.”

“Does she?”

Asher moves in closer, his best friend glancing up to toss me a wink as he closes the distance between us. “Hell yeah. You want a taste?”

“Kiss him,” I urge, almost desperate not to let Asher between my thighs like that. I won’t be able to handle it, not from him. “Let him taste it on your tongue.”

“You want to watch?”

Manson turns toward Asher just as he reaches us. “Say please, Rhea.”

“Please.” Sitting up, I roll to face them with my wrists in my lap. “Show him what he’s missing.”

Asher opens up his mouth to say something, but Manson is faster. In seconds he’s reaching out to grab his shirt and tug him in, their mouths crashing together sloppily as Manson ensures Ash can taste me.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Almost worth the handcuffs.

Holy fuck.

“Tastes amazing, huh?” Manson teases, chuckling when Asher’s tongue chases him down for more. “She’s soaked down there, bro. You’d slide right in... wouldn’t he, Rhea?”

Yeah, I bet he would.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t playing favorites right now. Manson seemed to hate not talking to me, and he volunteered to do something just for me. Pettiness makes me want to tell Asher to go fuck himself, but progress is progress. There’s only one way out of this.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you come find out, big brother?”

He’s practically trembling before he snaps, his fingers sliding in first to feel for himself, and as he curls them toward my g-spot I hear him cuss under his breath.

“Pussy is everything, isn’t it? Fuck her, Ash. Fuck your little sister’s cunt like you’ve been dying to do.”

He hasn’t said much at all, but how quickly he shoves down his pants says enough. “Are your hands still sticky from his cum? Rub your pussy with it.”

I hesitate a moment too long, I can see it on his face. My fingers tremble with fear and lust as I pull the chain onto my stomach and trap my clit between my fingers, rocking them back and forth. “He made a mess of me, Ash. Will you?”

It’s his turn to hesitate, but there comes a point where pride is secondary to desire for men, and it seems that point is here for him. It’s with his handcuffed little sister laying on the couch dripping wet after another man has brought her to ruin, and how hard he slams his cock inside of me makes that evident. “Fuck yeah I will.”

The scent of his soap surrounds me when he bottoms out, and it’s so different than seeing it on a cell phone video that I can’t breathe for a moment. When I woke up last time, he was in my mouth. Now, he’s everywhere.

“Fuck, Rhea.”

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