Page 113 of Cruel Devotion

And both of their tongues danced along the length of my cock, taking turns lapping as more pre-cum spilled from me.

They drove me fucking wild.

Groans erupted from deep within my chest. “Goddamn it!”

As Chanel's lips closed around the head of my cock, sucking eagerly, Monique's hand gripped my length hard, working in perfect harmony with her mouth.

The intensity of the pleasure consumed me. My body trembled as I bucked my hips, desperate for release, yearning to drown in ecstasy.

Duck's voice entered my head. “Lei, wake up!”

“No. No. No.” I kept my gaze on them. “Just wait, cousin. I'm busy.”

“Wake up!!”

“P-please.” I held my hands up in the misty air. “Don't be so cruel.”

Someone smacked me hard on the back of my head.

Ah!

I woke up with my hands fisted. “What the fuck?!”

Duck's voice sounded in front of me. “It was time to wake up.”

My eyes fluttered open, and I was met with the harsh reality of a sunlit helicopter cabin.

Yawning, I sat up, disoriented and still throbbing with the remnants of pleasure from the dream. “Why the fuck did you wake me up?”

Duck scowled at me. “Because you were groaning loudly and a second away from pulling out your cock and giving us all a show, and I didn’t sign up for that.”

I blinked. “What?”

Chen, Hu, and Duck occupied the seats in front of me. Their bodies leaned against the comfort of their chairs, yet their exhaustion was evident in their slumped postures.

Duck glared. “You were moaning so loud you woke me up.”

“I wasn't.” I looked at Chen. “Right?”

Chen nodded. “From what I gathered, it was a very good dream, featuring Monique and Chanel.”

I pursed my lips together.

Yawning, Duck leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “Now that you're done with your freak show, I'm going back to my nap.”

I turned my view to Hu.

He had his eyes closed. Deep, steady breaths left his slightly parted lips, giving the impression of someone lost in sleep.

But I knew better.

There was a certain tension in Hu's posture, a readiness that belied his seemingly relaxed state. It was in the way his fingers were wrapped firmly around his tiger-striped gun, a grip not of rest but readiness.

For the past two nights, Hu had been out, leading teams across the city, following every lead, every whisper that could give us a clue.

I scratched my head. “I wasn't that loud.”

With his eyes still closed, Duck groaned in annoyance.

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