Page 110 of Princes of Carnage

“Is this what you wanted?” Atlas asks, drawing out and then thrusting back in. Our bodies meet with the sound of skin on skin, and his fingers bite into my hips as he holds on to me. “Do you like this?”

My face is practically mashed into the cushion of the couch, but I don’t care about that. Not when it feels so good to have him fucking me like this, rough and brutal.

“He asked you a question,” Nico reminds me, his voice hard.

I turn my head to look at him and realize that he’s moved off to the side now, standing in the prime position to watch all of this. His hand is over his crotch, and it’s clear that he’s rubbing himself through his pants, his cock tenting the front of the fabric.

His gaze is fixed on us, heat blazing in his mismatched eyes and no hint of jealousy evident in his expression at all. Clearly, he likes what he sees.

“Answer me, vicious. Tell me you want this, or I’ll stop,” Atlas bites out as he drives in even harder.

I nod desperately against the couch. “No! Please,” I whimper. “Fuck. I like it. It’s what I want. It’s what I need. Fuck! Atlas, your cock—”

The words spill out of me, and I can’t even control them or make them sound less like cock drunk gibberish. Every time he thrusts into me, it makes my body go tight around him, and I can feel everything. Every vein in his cock, the piercing at the tip of it, the way his shaft seems to throb with a need of its own.

“Jesus fucking Christ, mia cara. You look so good taking him,” Nico comments, his voice raspy. “Like there’s nothing else in the world you could want right now. Like you were made for this.”

I whine softly, those words adding to the pleasure cascading through my veins. Atlas drives into me again and again, and the way it rocks my body forward makes my clit grind against the arm of the couch.

That just sends even more sensation shooting through my limbs, electric and intense.

“Oh god,” I babble. “Oh fuck. Harder. Please!”

Atlas’s fingers clench around my hips so tightly that I know it’ll bruise. “Nico’s right. You have no idea. No fucking clue how good you look right now. Your perfect pussy taking my cock. So fucking gorgeous.”

He punctuates each word with a snap of his hips, burying his cock inside me over and over again.

My pussy goes tight, and I can feel the rising tide of another orgasm building, threatening to take my breath away. Atlas just keeps pounding into me, and I squirm in his hold, rubbing my clit against the arm of the couch until the white hot wave of pleasure crashes through me.

I practically scream with it, writhing in place, my pussy tight like a vise around Atlas’s cock.

He hisses out a curse and slows his strokes, not pulling out as he takes something like pity on my overstimulated body. But I can still feel him, still so aware of him buried inside me, and my pussy clenches and spasms around the intrusion, setting off little aftershocks of pleasure each time.

I’m slumped, practically boneless over the couch, letting the arm of it and Atlas’s grip keep me upright.

“Beautiful,” Nico murmurs, moving in closer. I blink up at him as he gazes down at me. “Do you think she can take more?”

He’s asking Atlas, not me, and if I was in my right mind, maybe I’d be pissed about them talking about me like this, making decisions for me like I’m not here.

But right now, I’m practically a puddle, and there’s something hot as fuck about them discussing this while Atlas is still buried inside me.

“I don’t know,” Atlas responds. He strokes one hand over my ass. “She’s taken a lot tonight.”

“Yeah, but she’s tough.” Nico smirks, his eyes glinting. “Doesn’t back down from a challenge.”

Honestly, I don’t know how much I have left in me. I feel wrung out in the best way, my body all but spent after everything that’s happened.

“One more,” Atlas decides, shoving his cock in deeper. “She’s got one more in her.”

Something about that—about them deciding between them that I’m going to come again—sets a fire in me, renewing the arousal that hasn’t quite died down ever since Atlas led me onto that stage back at the club.

I don’t argue with them, and Nico’s smirk widens as he nods at Atlas.

Atlas keeps fucking me, and even in the haze of our intense fuck, I have to be amazed by his stamina. His strokes are consistent, even and deep, and although I know he has to be close to the edge himself by now, he doesn’t miss a beat.

Nico closes the remaining distance between him and the couch, then unzips his pants, pulling out his cock. It’s flushed red and jutting out, precum beading at the tip, and my mouth waters all over again at the sight of it.

He holds a hand out to me, his eyes boring into mine. “Lick. Get my hand nice and wet.”

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