Page 140 of Princes of Carnage

I pull his hand away from my pussy and then wrap my own hand around the base of his cock to steady it. Atlas groans at my touch, and I brace my knees on either side of him as I rise up and then sink back down onto his hard length.

We both moan at the way it feels, and I take him in as slowly as I can, letting each thick inch slide into me until I’m fully seated.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Atlas grits out, tugging off my shirt and unclasping my bra. “How the fuck do you always feel so good?”

My breath comes in harsh pants as he tosses them on the floor, and I can feel him keeping himself restrained under me. His body shudders, and I know he’s fighting back the need to buck upward, to thrust deeper into my pussy, so I don’t make him wait too long before I start moving.

I begin to ride him, rolling my hips slowly at first, working us both up even more as he slides in and out of me. But it doesn’t take long before the need for more takes over, and my movements pick up speed as I bounce on his cock. My tits sway each time I drop back down, and Atlas grabs on to them with his rough hands, rolling and pinching my nipples.

It adds another layer to how good this feels, and I moan his name as the burning flame of pleasure starts to spread in me.

“You’re so fucking stunning like this.” He tweaks both nipples at the same time, making me cry out. “Take it. Take my cock, vicious. Take everything you want.”

“Yes,” I moan back. “Fuck, yes. You feel so good. I want to feel you come inside me.”

He tugs at my nipples again. “Yeah? You want to be messy with it? Your pussy swollen and pink and stuffed full of my cum?”

I nod, my thigh muscles burning as I ride him harder.

“You’ll look even more stunning like that,” he murmurs. “Fucking perfect.”

“Then give it to me.”

My words are somewhere between a plea and a demand, and I rest my forearms on his shoulders to give myself better leverage as I slam my pussy down on his cock over and over.

“I will,” he promises. “Fuck, I’m getting close.”

I nod, heat spreading through my limbs. “Me too.”

He lets go of my chest to put his hands on my hips, pulling me down into each movement as I ride him. His hips buck into it, meeting me halfway as our bodies slap together. We’re both breathless, chasing the fire that consumes us both as we get closer and closer to falling apart.

I lean in, wanting to kiss Atlas, wanting to taste the grunts and groans falling from his lips—

But before my mouth can meet his, a sharp, feminine voice cuts through the air.

“What the fuck?”

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My body jerks in surprise, and I look over my shoulder to see Zoey standing in the doorway, staring at the two of us.

I freeze in place, not sure what to do. Surely I should get off his lap and let them talk. Or at least put some pants on, so she’s not looking at my bare ass and seeing where her ex is buried inside me when I move.

“Oh, shit…” I start to say, still frozen with indecision.

Before I can say anything else or make a move, Atlas slaps my ass, bringing my attention back to him. My eyes snap to his, and he looks at me, his own brown and amber eyes blazing. There’s no embarrassment there, not even a hint of it. Instead, there’s just the same heat and desire that infused his expression when this all started.

“Don’t stop,” he growls. “I told you I wanted you to come on my cock, didn’t I? So do it.”

I blink in surprise, my heart galloping in my chest. “What?”

His lips curve up in a dark, sinful smirk. “I said don’t stop. You were so close, vicious. Keep going. I want to see you fall apart.”

He slaps my ass again as he finishes speaking, making me whimper and rock my hips forward instinctively.

I know he’s doing this on purpose, as if he wants to prove a point. The last time I was at the Carnage clubhouse, I saw him and Zoey in a position almost like this one, and I assumed he wanted her. Now he wants to show me that he wants me, not Zoey. To offer proof after that fight we had, which feels like such a long time ago now.

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