Page 117 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“Please, Wyck, let me come.” She begs.

“I’m not stopping you, Little Fox.” I mumble into her pussy, pulling and sucking on her clit the way she likes right before she comes on my tongue.

“Wyck.” She moans, completely out of breath. “You don’t play fair.”

“I don’t play at all. I told you how I wanted my breakfast, and you delivered, to an extent.”

“To what extent?” She asks, raising up on her elbows to look at me. I love the way her cheeks are flushed, her hair is a mess and all over the place, and the look of complete satisfaction mixed with a little confusion on her face.

“You didn’t have my pussy on a platter. I told you that’s how I like to eat my breakfast. It’s the only way I like it, actually.”

“What do you have for breakfast when I’m not around?” She asks, turning her face away from me, her mind is running wild as she contemplates all the other women I’ve fucked since her.

“Athens, I don’t eat every pussy I encounter.” In the beginning, I did, but slowly I learned that pussy eating should not happen with every woman I fuck.

“Oh kay. I mean, it’s your life, Wyck. I’m just here for the time being.” She says, swinging her legs over me and getting out of bed.

“What the fuck does that mean? Don’t start your self-pity party shit, Athens. I’m not in the mood for it.” I growl as her phone begins to ring. She just stares at me instead of answering, so I grab it and look at the caller ID. “Your husband is calling, better answer before I do, and that’s not something you want.”

She jerks the phone from my hands and finally answers.

“Hello?”

“Put it on speaker.” I tell her, and she does.

“Athens, darling, are you and Wyck being civil to one another?” He has the nerve to ask my woman if we are being civil to one another. She and I share a look as I wait for her to answer him.

“What’s wrong, Bash?” She asks, and I give her a pointed look. She ignores my father’s question and all I have the nerve to do is shake my head at her, meaning not now.

“Nothing is the matter, Athens, now answer my question.” His voice turns to ice as he demands an answer from her.

“Yeah, Little Fox, answer the question.” I mumble, knocking the phone out of her hand where it drops on the pillow beside her. I pull her chin, making her look at me as she answers my father.

“We are being about as civil as you could expect.” She answers, and I lean down and press a kiss to her lips.

“Good girl.” I whisper. I praise her, it brings a smile to her face.

“Glad to hear it. Listen, honey, I have to go now. Talk soon.” He disconnects the call without even saying goodbye or I love you. I know she’s glad he didn’t say it because I know she’s not even sure if she would have been able to say it back.

“I’ll see you later.” I turn on my heel and leave her there. No kiss, no words are exchanged, I’ll show her how real this thing between us is.

He’s up to something, and I need to find out what it could be.

Sitting in my English class a few days later, my mind begins to wonder. Why will he need to stay away longer this time? Where is he, and who is he with? These are all questions I could have answers to by now if I wasn’t balls and tongue deep inside Athen’s pussy. I’m acting like my fifteen-year-old self, losing focus and chasing pussy instead of what I need to get a handle on.

“Alright, class, this may be on a test next time, or I’ll save it for one of your exams. I haven’t made my mind up yet.” Professor Bryne laughs, making the other students groan with the words no one wants to hear. “Get out of here, you crazy lot, and make sure you’ve read chapters ten through twelve and you’re ready for a debate.” He calls to our retreating backs.

As soon as I’m out of the class, I’m sending an SOS text to the fellas.

Wyck: Meeting in the Quad in 10.

My phone dings four times from all their incoming responses as I take off walking when another ding catches my attention.

Fred: Why am I even in this group chat if I’m not allowed out of this stuffy room? Grrrr.

That is the question. How the hell did I include Fred in this group message?

Wyck: I don’t know how you wormed your way in, but forget it was even sent to you.

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