Page 116 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

Standing outside her door, I hear muffled cries and a soothing voice. I open the door to see what’s going on and find Karter in bed with a crying Athens.

“What’s going on?” I ask, crashing into her room, wondering what has her so upset.

“It’s nothing.” She answers, sniffling and wiping her eyes.

“It is something, and you should tell him.” Karter mumbles, rubbing lazy circles around her arm.

“It’s just, I’m scared of… Ugh, can you just tell him.” She whispers, burying her face in Karter’s shirtless chest.

“She’s afraid of bad weather.” He informs me.

I walk over to the bed and sit down beside her, pulling her from Karter to me.

“That is nothing to be ashamed of. I used to be that way, too, until I was forced to grow out of it.” I say, shushing her when she begins to protest. “I already know what you’re going to say, and yes, you can grow out of it at any age. All it takes is the right person or people to help you along the way.” I encourage her, but secretly not wanting her to overcome her fear

if we get to come to her rescue every time. “Karter, how do you know about this?”

“I witnessed it awhile ago, when I brought her home.”

“It’s not his fault. I don’t go around broadcasting that a grown woman like me is still afraid of bad weather.” She mumbles. “Can you both just stay here with me until it passes?” Her voice is so small when she asks us, almost like she’s expecting us to say no.

“Nothing could keep us away.” Karter answers, moving over for us all to fit into bed with her. It’s not that hard because it’s a California king, so it could fit all six of us. Now, that gives me an idea. First thing tomorrow, I’ll get it ordered to go in the movie room at the home we all share.

“He’s right, nothing could, now move over and go to sleep.” I demand.

“You are so bossy, but I like it.” She mumbles, settling into bed and back under the covers between Karter and I.

“I love it when you listen, Little Fox.”

“Don’t get used to it.” She laughs.

“Oh, I am going to get used to it, because you are going to start listening.” I growl in her ear, giving her plump ass a squeeze.

“Wyck!” She squeals. “Don’t do that, you promised to let me rest.”

“I didn’t promise anything. What I said was I wanted my breakfast on a silver platter when I woke up. I also said you would find out soon enough what it was. Now if you don’t think you’re sore enough, Karter and I can give you something that will keep you sore for a month.” Now, that is a promise.

“No, I’ll be quiet now.” And she finally is.

All is quiet for about five minutes until I hear her soft snores, and I know she’s finally asleep.

“What are we going to do about your father, Wyck?” Leave it to Karter to ruin the mood.

“I need to find out what happened when he took Athens on that trip. He made a comment that implied they were already married, but Athens doesn’t seem to know about it. Maybe he was bullshitting me because I was pretending to get along with her or maybe he was for real, either way we need to know.”

“It’s time for the initiates to earn their place and understand what their job is if they want to be a Devil of Cliffside.” Karter says, and he’s right. We don’t do things like our fathers did to us when it comes to initiation.

“In a few hours, that’s another thing we will get set into motion. For now, let’s get some rest because things are about to get busy.”

That’s the last we talk as we both snuggle in closer to Athens and fall into a deep sleep.

I wasn’t lying when I told her I wanted my breakfast on a silver platter. Unfortunately, I have to settle for it without the platter, but my face was buried inside her pussy.

“Oh, Wyck.” She moans as I lap up her cum while she clings to my head, guiding me where she needs me most. “Right there. Oh, don’t stop!” She growls, and I didn’t think it was even possible, but I’ve gotten even harder just from hearing her do that. Thankfully, Karter slipped away a little while ago so I could enjoy my breakfast alone.

I come up for air, just to see the expression on her face, and I love that I’m the one that put it there. Her eyes are closed, her hair is strewn across her pillows making her look like a Goddess, and her legs are open wide enough for me to feast on that delicious pussy of hers.

I won’t make her hang off the cliff long, because she still needs to get ready for the day, and we have our work cut out for us with the upcoming initiation I have planned.

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