Page 7 of Dirty Little Secret (The Devils You Know #1)

“I want you all at the same time. I want to watch as you drain your cocks of cum from fucking your fists while you stare down at my bare tits. I want you to mark me, claim me, then once I am covered in your cum, I want all three of you to lick me fucking clean.”

Holy fucking shit.

I think I just died and, for some miraculous fucking reason, I've wound up in heaven.

Little Savannah Carter not only has a dirty mouth on her, but she's also dark, depraved, and filthy as all hell.

We had her all figured out the moment we laid eyes on her. She walked into her new stepbrother’s home, all doe-eyed and innocent in a tight little skirt. Yet, she didn't even come close to fooling us. We knew there was a demon hidden somewhere deep inside her, and it has finally come out to play.

“Is that right, baby girl?” Kale says, and I can tell in his voice that he's beaming. There is a hint of newfound admiration for his secret obsession, and I’ve got to say, I'm right there with him.

“Yes. I want it. I want all of it. With you,” she replies, staring up at us all starry-eyed, our masks not hiding our lust-drunk condition. Part of me wants to tear the fucking mask completely off and let her know it's me that she's claiming, but I don't.

Instead, I take back my control and move away from Reign's right to stand in between the twins, wishing I could see the look on their faces. I wait before our girl, and it's a sight I could die looking at. The moon is higher in the sky now, and she looks fucking luminous.

An angel, I tell myself, as she reaches out to cup my heavy balls, then takes my cock in her mouth without another word. The world around me stills as she takes all of me in, slurping and sucking up my pre-cum, put there by being edged all night.

Little does she know that she’s been edging me for a lot longer than that.

When my tip hits the back of her throat, her hands reach up, cupping my ass, pulling me further into her mouth.

No gag reflex? This woman.

I need to touch something.

I reach for my guys, gripping their cocks in each hand as they stand taut beside me, watching Savannah eat me up like this will be the last time we will ever see her like this.

It won’t be.

Over my dead fucking body is she walking away from us now. Not when I know how sweet her pretty cunt tastes.

I work my fists over their cocks, stroking them until they buck into my palms, wrapped tightly around them.

My chest is heaving, my breaths are uneven as Kale’s head tips back, giving in to the sensation that’s pulling all of us closer to the edge.

My balls tighten, throbbing with the need to come when Savannah’s tongue circles my swollen tip, then moves down to lick my balls, wet with her saliva.

I look over at Reign, his fingers sliding gently into her hair, and he grips my left shoulder with the other, steadying himself, feverish from the hand fuck I’m giving him.

“God, you feel so fucking good, baby,” he breathes, and our girl mewls at the sweet words he says only to me. “ Fuck, b-baby …” he rasps, all signs of the tough guy completely thrown to the fucking wayside, and I know that he’s almost there.

I hold off on my own orgasm just to burn this moment into my memory, because this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.

“Yeah, you like that, love? You like it when I beat your cock into oblivion?” I rasp, almost breathless as I work them both frantically.

“Your hand is fucking magic, babe.” This comes from Kale, looking all sorts of intoxicated as his cock begs for release.

“Our girl is doing such a good fucking job pleasing you, isn’t she?

” he says before groaning, jolting hard into my palm.

He reaches out, gripping hold of my other shoulder, just like his brother is on my other side, and when we look down at our girl, that’s all it fucking takes.

“Oh God. I’m coming!” Kale cries out, unravelling with each pump of my fist.

“Are you coming for me?”

“Y-yes, I'm coming for you.”

Kale is fucking sobbing right now.

Savannah leans back, releasing my cock, her tits glowing in the moonlight as Kale bucks once. Twice. Three times before hot spurts of cum erupts from his pulsating dick, coating her collarbone and chest.

Reign isn’t far behind him as he rocks into my palm. He hauls me closer, reaching down to grip me, and he wastes no time fucking my hard cock with his rough hand in front of her face.

His hips don’t stop moving, as we find our rhythm, our eyes not leaving the beauty before us, painted with my best friend's release.

“Come with me.”

“I’m coming, lover,” I whisper back, and we both let out a low, breathy whine as our bodies shudder against each other. “Fuck… ah , yes, baby,” I moan, my voice ragged, before we’re both coming apart at the seams.

Savannah holds out her tongue this time, and I know that it’s because she desperately wants to taste us, whatever way she can.

Our hot cum spills out, coating her tongue and chin, as well as her glistening breasts, bouncing as she greedily tries to catch every last fucking drop of us.

I don’t think life can get any better than this .

A beat passes, and we all just stand there staring at each other, before Kale drops to his knees, his hands darting up to grip her shoulders, easing her down until her back is resting on the ground.

Kale's hand reaches out to cover Savannah’s eyes before lifting his mask slightly, allowing him to give her what she wants.

Reign removes his mask and joins Kale, their tongues drawing languid strokes across her smooth skin, licking our hot cum from her body, just like she asked.

I say nothing.

I don’t so much as move as I lose myself to the trance this sight before me has me under, until Savannah’s voice pulls me back from my daze.

“Are you coming, big boy?” she teases, and the contentment and satisfaction in her voice makes everything about this moment feel even more right.

I drop to my knees, knowing there isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for this woman.

My best friend’s tongues both tangle with mine, and we revel in the taste of our combined aftermath.

It’s them, both of them, mixed with me, and I will never get enough.

Savannah’s breaths are heavy, her every sensation magnified at this moment, and I slide my hand down her stomach, moving lower until I'm trailing my fingertips across her bare pussy.

I slide a finger between her dripping heat, tracing soft circles along her clit, and she raises her hips, searching for more.

“Now, now, Little Viper,” I whisper, removing my fingers away from her to tease her a little.

“Oh, no, please, ” she pleads, her eyes still covered with Kale’s hand.

“Please don't stop. I don't think I can take it.” You don't have to ask me twice, baby girl.

I sink my middle finger in deep, before slowly pulling back out, circling her clit with her arousal, my touch, soft and barely brushing against her sensitive flesh, but I know she feels me all the way to her bones.

Her pussy pulses beneath my touch, and the frustrated groan that leaves her lips is enough for me to want to bend her over and fuck her senseless.

She opens her mouth to speak, but her voice is cut off when I slam two fingers into her, causing her to buck against my hand.

I pump my fingers in and out, and Reign’s eyes are fixated on the spot where Savannah and I are connected.

I see the decision flash across his face as he moves in closer, taking her clit into his mouth.

“Oh fuck. Fuck… Fuck yes. Please don’t fucking stop!”

“Does she feel as good as we imagined she would?” Kale asks, his voice laden with desire.

“Even better,” I murmur, staring down at Reign lapping at her while I finger her cunt.

Reign rises to meet my face, hovering before me, and he presses his lips to mine. Soft and gentle. His tongue darts out to part my lips, and I surrender easily. His tongue brushes against mine, and all I taste is Savannah.

He pulls back, his wide, dark eyes only looking at me for a split second before he shifts his gaze to her pussy, still filled with my fingers.

“Does this cunt want to be fucked?” he asks, and the corner of Kale’s lips tilts into a half smile, knowing exactly what his twin is like, and what’s about to happen.

I turn my hand upright, resting my palm against her clit, and fuck her hard and fast with my fingers.

“Y-yes,” she finally answers, her voice trembling from my frantic movements.

“Yes, what?” Reign bites out.

“Yes, please. I want you all to fill me,” she manages to say, and I pump up, hitting that sweet fucking spot, not making this conversation any easier for her.

“You want us all to fill what? Say it,” he pushes, not letting her get away with being vague. He wants her to admit it. He needs to know all the dark and twisted things his little stepsister wants us to do to her, because we’ve spent years wanting—wishing that we could.