Page 45 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

He grabs her chin and pulls her face back towards his. Leaning in, he kisses her.

“Thank you for your honesty, Little Fox. I will let him have you, when I am done.” He says, getting off the bed.

Coming around to the back of her, he grabs her neck from behind and pushes her head in my direction. “You see what you do to him, Little Fox? Look at his pants. It’s apparent that he wants you, too.” He then reaches up and unfastens the cuffs from around her wrists.

“Thank you. May I touch you?” She asks, and I know the answer.

“No.” I see the deflation on her face before she just nods her head yes. I know he told her that he doesn’t like to be touched, but I wonder if he told her why? “Get on your knees for me.”

She extends one leg and then the other over the side of the bed, walks to the front and stands on the floor. Slowly, she slides down to her knees for him. He circles her, watching and planning.

“You look so beautiful tonight, Little Fox, but what did I tell you, the last time, would happen if I ever saw you in this outfit in my presence?” Her eyes bug out of her head as she recalls what he said… Three years ago. How the fuck can she even remember that? “Clearly, you’ve been thinking of me as I’ve been thinking of you. The look of horror on your face, says you remember.” He smiles down at her. “The question is, will you take your punishment, willingly?” Her throat bobs up and down as she considers her answer carefully.

“Yes.” She moans, and I nearly jizz my pants from how needy and ready she sounds to take the punishment he has lined up for her.

“Good, but first.” He grabs her chin, pulling her closer. “Open that sassy but sweet mouth for me.”

As soon as she does, he rams his way inside. She gags just for a second as she finds her rhythm.

“That’s it, baby, just like that.” He coos, and I watch, mesmerized by the way she takes him. We’ve all seen each other’s dicks so it’s no surprise to me, but the way she is taking him like a pro has me wishing Wyck and I could change positions. I want to be the one sliding my dick in and out of her beautiful mouth.

Her red lipstick is being smeared to the point of no return. It was already fading from the kisses we shared, but now, it’s all over the place.

He pulls out, and she leans in, and starts licking and sucking his tip. He throws his head back because the pleasure is too much for him, but he won’t stop her nor will he come like this. That’s the thing about having brothers, there are no fucking secrets.

“Can I touch you now?” She asks with a lust-filled voice.

“Only my dick.” He grunts, pulling his head back down so he can look at her. She nods and reaches up with her delicate hands and takes his dick into them. The moment he feels her hands must give him the shock of his life, because cum is threatening to spill over the tip of his dick.

Just when I thought this couldn’t get any hotter, she leans in and licks the cum off, drawing a hiss from his lips, but she doesn’t let that stop her. She opens her mouth wide and deepthroats him as his dick slams to the back of her throat. This time, she gags as tears well and spill over.

“You dirty, fucking, little girl.” He growls, reaching behind her and grabbing a fist full of her hair. “Now, you’re going to get it.” He grunts, pumping into her with a force so strong that if he wasn’t holding her steady in place, she would be on her back at his mercy. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head as spit drips from the sides of her mouth.

He pulls out, letting her catch her breath for a mere second, before he slides back in and ravishes her mouth with his dick. This goes on for another few minutes, before he pulls out and releases her hair. He grabs her arm, pulling her up, and smashing their lips together in a brutal kiss, tasting himself in her mouth.

“Get in that fucking bed, right now!” He yells, spinning her around and smacking her hard on the ass. She has the nerve to giggle while I buck against theses fucking cuffs.

“Be cool, little brother, your playtime is coming.” He says, looking directly at her instead of me, but her calculating eyes are latched onto me as she looks down at my pants again.

I raise an eyebrow at her as her cheeks turn a beautiful shade of red. Fucking hell, this woman will be the death of me. Fuck that, I fell hard for one woman before and that ended horribly. I need to stop thinking with my dick. The right thing for me to do is not fuck her and get the hell out of here as fast as I can, but I can’t. I want her too fucking bad.

“Is he really your brother?” She gasps.

“Do you have a problem with that?” Wyck asks her, daring her to question him. The way she wants and needs to be fucked, she wouldn’t dare object.

“Nope.” She says, but I can tell that sassy mouth wants to say more. This girl is a fireball waiting to combust, and I want to be the one she burns.

“Good, now get on with it or else.” He says, taking off his clothes. They fall to his feet as he gets into bed… Waiting for her. She starts to take her dress off, but he stops her. “I didn’t say undress, did I?”

“No.” She whispers, getting on the bed and crawling to him.

“Spade, scoot your chair over to this side so you have a better view.” He tells me. I don’t hesitate as I pick that mother fucker up and shift to a better position that will allow me to see everything. “Someone’s eager.” Wyck chuckles.

That bastard knows what he’s doing, making me wait like this is fucked up, and he knows it.

“Hold your hands up, Little Fox.” I watch the mischief dance in her eyes. They never waiver from him as he fastens the cuffs around one wrist, then around the bar from that contraption he had installed, and then around her other wrist. She is suspended in thin air as her lower body sits in an upright position in bed. Her tits poke out even more from this position, and I know I’m in for a real treat. “Now, to get rid of this once and for all.” He growls, ripping the makeshift dress from her body and tossing it aside. “Now, you will never be able to wear it again.”

“I have others.” She announces, and I see the smirk on her lips. Cheeky girl, but you don’t know Wyck like I do. He will find where you live and burn your whole wardrobe because he said don’t wear something. Has he ever done anything like that before? Once, where Kitty was concerned. I smile to myself at the thought of that fiasco.

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