Page 111 of Princes of Carnage

I shake my head, a sudden possessive heat flaring through me. I have no idea where it came from or what it means, but I don’t even care in this moment. I’m running on a cocktail of pleasure and need, and right now, I want more than to watch him get himself off.

“That’s my cock,” I tell him possessively. “My cum. Give it to me.”

Something flashes in Nico’s eyes, and he chuckles roughly. His cock twitches, giving away just how turned on he is by me making this demand.

“Shit,” Atlas breathes behind me. “You’re hot when you’re being a demanding little slut, vicious. Fucking hell.”

Nico puts one knee up on the couch, leaning over me enough that I can stretch out and get my mouth on his cock, bracing myself on shaky arms.

“Far be it from me to deny you, mia cara,” he says.

I close my mouth around his cock, sucking him down as far as I can go. I’m suddenly so hungry for it. Ravenous. Desperate to have him all the way down my throat while Atlas keeps fucking me.

I bob my head, sucking Nico’s cock, and it feels like I’m on fire. It feels amazing, but so fucking intense. Atlas keeps plowing into me, rocking my body forward so that I have to take more of Nico’s cock down my throat with each thrust.

“Fuuuck,” Nico curses. “Goddamn. You love this, don’t you? Having both of us balls deep in your holes. Filling you up until all you can think about is our cocks. Is this is what you’ve been wanting? Is this what you were craving the other night, mia cara? You should’ve just said so.”

All I can do is moan around his cock, taking it deeper as Atlas fucks me harder.

But he’s right, in a way. I’ve never done this before, never had two men inside me at the same time, but I fucking love it. Sprawled naked between them, stuffed full at both ends, breathless and so overwhelmed by the torrent of sensations that all thoughts are banished from my mind, leaving only pure animal instinct.

Nico threads his thick fingers into my hair and tightens his grip, using it to push my head up and down, making me swallow his cock at the pace he chooses.

“Just like that,” he groans. “Fucking take it.”

I splutter, choking a bit when his crown hits the back of my throat, but he doesn’t let me up, so I swallow past the momentary panic, drool and precum spilling past my swollen lips.

“You were made for this,” Atlas grunts, driving into me hard and fast. “You’re so fucking perfect for it. You take us so damn well.”

I can’t even move with the way I’m caught between them. I can’t work my hips or grind against the couch, but I don’t need to. Between the two of them, they push and pull me, using me for their pleasure. They’re rough in the best way, Nico’s grip on my hair keeping me down on his cock as Atlas fucks me like he wants to break me.

My head spins with it, and I’m so fucking turned on. I know the couch arm is going to be soaked with my arousal just like Atlas’s pants were by the time they’re done with me, and I can’t bring myself to care.

Nothing matters more than this right now.

In the middle of all of it, I suddenly register another sensation. It’s subtler, something that makes the hair on the back of my neck prickle with awareness. Like someone is watching me.

Is it Killian?

There’s no one else who it could be, since the four of us are the only ones who live in this house. I want to turn my head to look, to see if he’s standing there in the doorway or on the stairs, looming silently while his two best friends fuck me.

But I can’t move my head that much, not with Nico using my mouth the way he is, and after a moment, the force of my pleasure distracts me as heat sparks and rises through my core.

I tremble between them, whining around Nico’s cock, helpless to do anything but fall apart as the sensation rocks me like a stormy sea. My pussy aches as a final orgasm tears through me, and I know I’m definitely spent for the night. Just riding out the aftershocks leaves me limp and struggling to breathe.

“Shit.” Atlas curses behind me. “God, vicious. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

His thrusts finally turn erratic and shorter as he chases his own pleasure, adding another load of his cum to my pussy as he comes undone himself.

Nico’s fingers clench just a bit harder in my hair, and he fucks into my mouth faster, pistoning his hips.

“Quinn,” he chokes out. “Fuck, your mouth is too damn good. You—”

He doesn’t get to the end of that sentence before he’s spilling himself, coming down my throat in hot, salty spurts. I suck on his cock as it pulses, drawing out every last drop. Demanding it, almost. His upper body curls over me a little as he lets out a long groan, his cock twitching a few more times against my tongue.

It takes us some time in the aftermath to untangle ourselves, and I can barely move on my own. Atlas helps, once Nico has drawn back and tucked his cock away, and I end up sprawled on the couch with them as they sit down, my body draped over their legs.

The air is thick with the smell of sex and sweat, and I feel like I need a bath and then to sleep for maybe a week after all of that.

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