Page 113 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“Just like that, baby.” He sighs.

My eyes never stray from his until I see Wyck, standing behind the golden, iron headboard, with his dick in his hand. I understand what he wants me to do, and I let Karter’s hand fall from my neck. He bends his knees and picks up his hips when he feels me lean forward.

Grabbing his dick, I lean forward and tease the head with my tongue.

“Athens, don’t play with me. You are already in a load of trouble, and if you keep this up, you won’t be sleeping at all tonight.” He hisses as I continue to tease him, ignoring his threat.

Rather than answer him, I take all of him in my mouth, long and deep down my throat, until I’m gagging on his dick. Karter captures my nipples in his mouth as they hover above him with each thrust he delivers, causing a tingling sensation in the pit of my belly again.

Their actions are inspiring me to give it all I’ve got and more. I am in no way shape or form a pro at giving head, but I’d definitely love to master the skill.

“Athens, hollow out your cheeks and take me deeper.” Wyck moans. “You’re our dirty, little girl, I know you can do better than that.” He says, grabbing my head holding me in place as he fucks my mouth to the beat of his drum.

“Wyck, whatever you’re doing man, keep it up. I feel her walls starting to tighten up, and I know she’s close.”

Karter is hitting so close to home that I have no choice but to open my legs wider and take each pain and pleasure filled thrust he shoves inside me. It’s the most delicious feeling in the world, and I can’t get enough.

“Fuck, Athens, I’m going to come down that pretty throat of yours.” Wyck grunts, so close to his release, I can taste it.

“Athens!” Karter yells as his orgasm rocks through him. His body shakes uncontrollably and violently underneath me, but I don’t stop riding him because I am chasing my own release.

“Open wide, Athens.” Wyck instructs as I feel his cum shoot to the back of my throat. “Ahhhh, fuck, Little Fox.” He rasps while his dick continues to pump the last of his cum into me. “That was one of the best blow jobs I’ve had in a long time.” He declares, letting his dick slip from my mouth and coming around to me. “Open up and let me see if you swallowed all of it.” I do, and he shoves his tongue inside.

“She didn’t come again, Wyck.”

“Why were you holding out, Athens?” Wyck asks, releasing my lips.

“I wasn’t, I just didn’t finish before Karter did.” I smile down wickedly at him.

“Hello, have you all forgotten that we were still here?” Dash seethes behind us.

“No, we haven’t forgotten, but it seems our Little Fox will have to wait for another round, unless one of you wants to make her come another way besides your dicks.” Wyck really is the head honcho in charge. They are loyal to him and that within itself is a major turn on.

“I think we can manage that, don’t you agree, Onyx?”

“I do, but I think we need to end this party here and take it elsewhere. We still have guests downstairs, and we don’t know when your father is coming back.”

“He won’t be back for a while.” I whisper.

“How do you know?” Karter asks, rolling us over to the side of the bed.

“Because when he leaves, he says it’s only for a day or so, but he doesn’t usually come back until about four days later, but this time he said he’d be gone for a week” I say, shrugging my shoulders.

“So we have a whole week alone with you?” Onyx asks.

“I suppose you do, but guys, I’m going to have to break it off with him, and I honestly don’t know how that’s gonna go.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Karter says, pulling me close.

“If you say so.” I yawn.

“You two will need to find another way to relieve yourselves, our girl needs rest.” I hear Wyck say.

“She’s not my girl… Yet.” Dash says with a smug smile on his face. My eyes crack open when I hear him make his claim.

“I’m not any of you guys’ girl. I’m my own woman.” I yawn again. “Now, if you all will excuse me, I’m going to my room and getting into bed.” I say, getting out of bed and wrapping a cover around my naked body.

“I didn’t give you permission to leave.” Wyck grunts, following close behind me. “See, Little Fox, that’s one of your problems now. You don’t listen well enough for me, and that simply won’t do.” He says, spinning me around, picking me up, and throwing me over his shoulder.

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