Page 200 of Satan's Spawn

I gauge her reaction, and when she nods for Saint I go back to feasting on her, not needing to watch my best friend have his way with my girl if it isn’t to teach me.

I don’t necessarily like the idea, but tonight is about Rebecca taking back her control, so if I have to share her one time, with strict limits, it’s the least I can do.

Saint wastes no time leaving me to her pussy before he’s at her mouth again, lying beside her and kissing her.

It’s then I decide I need to watch what the motherfucker does to what’s mine.

Rebecca fists his dark hair as they make out again, one hand still on my head, praising my efforts by digging her nails into my skull.

She whimpers into Saint’s mouth when I start sucking on her clit, inserting two fingers inside her, slow and steady unlike the other time I fingered her.

Saint unzips his pants, their lips still connected, and pulls out his cock as he bites a line along Rebecca’s jaw.

“Oh, your fingers. Crayton…just like that.” Rebecca buzzes into his mouth as I move them faster.

Saint pulls back from Rebecca to spit on his hand, and she watches him with unhinged need as he tugs hard on his cock. There’s precum glistening at his tip, so he runs a thumb across it. “And so you know,” he says matter-of-factly, “when a woman says ‘just like that’...motherfucker she means it. You keep doing that shit until your finger falls off.”

With that, he goes back to exploring Rebecca the only way he’s allowed, with his tongue, and begins dipping lower until he finds a perked nipple, bringing it into his mouth.

He continues stroking himself while sucking on Rebecca’s nipple, and I watch them intently, adding more suction to her clit as they both hum with pleasure. When I reach up to massage Rebecca’s free breast, Saint pauses jerking off to place his hand over mine so we work her in tandem.

This time, my hungry eyes are trained strictly on his cock, and for a beat Saint’s gaze slides to mine. He’s curious as we continue rubbing her, but not repulsed at my interest in the dick I’ve seen on numerous occasions.

Saint’s always suspected I’ve done shit with guys, but the cocky look he’s giving me now makes it clear there’s no doubt left.

He leaves me to continue watching, going back to masturbating and sucking on every surface of Rebecca’s chest.

“I’m gonna come!” Rebecca screams after we go on pleasuring her, and her hips ride my face so hard I have to let go of her breast and lock her other leg behind my shoulder.

“Fuck, me too,” Saint hisses, sitting up now with two fingers pulling her nipple, the strokes on his cock turning vicious. Rebecca’s cries grow louder the more he pulls the taut skin.

“Oh, this is the best part, brother.” He grunts, taking in her withering state. “Lift yourself up and curl those fingers inside, like you’re trying to tickle the roof of her pussy.”

I do as instructed, sitting up, licking my lips to savor the flavor coating my lips.

Rebecca’s bent legs spread wider, and her cries turn erratic as I continue to work her up.

“Faster,” Saint instructs, his breath erratic as he gets closer to coming.

I pick up my pace, feeling the soft cushion of her walls pillowing against my fingers.

Rebecca is drenching my hand, her pussy swelling as I use my thumb to stimulate it even more.

“That’s it.” Saint breathes, his eyes wild and hips moving back and forth with his hand. “Oh, fuck, your girl’s a vision like this, Cray.”

I’d tell him to fuck himself, except he’s right. If there is a God, she’s a woman, and her name is Rebecca Dawson.

Her attention bounces from Saint to me, but as she approaches the finish line, her fiery gaze is on my face only.

I don’t know how much more I can handle without being balls deep inside this girl, but something tells me I’m going to want to see what’s about to happen.

“Press down on her pelvis, keep tickling.” Saint’s restricted voice commands.

Sweat beads at my neck as I add the pressure to her abdomen, my body not being used to trying so hard for a girl I’m with.

Saint looks my way through the corner of his eye. “Now watch the magic happen.”

Rebecca moans my name again, her hips gyrating against my fingers even more than before.