Page 56 of Crowned

I sit up, pull Lilia off my cock, and turn her around. She’s weak and pliable after coming, and with her lying back in my arms, I spread her legs open.

Kirill kneels between our thighs, pumping his cock in his fist with a devilish grin on his face.

I put my lips against Lilia’s ear, her soft tits in my hands. “You have three seconds to close your legs and get up off this bed, or Kirill is going to fuck you. One. Two.” I pause, and my lips curve into a smile as she doesn’t move. “Three.”

Kirill takes hold of Lilia’s hip, positions himself over her, and sinks into her pussy with a long, loud groan. “Detka. You feel so good after you have been fucked.”

He moves his hips back and forth in slow, deliberate thrusts, hungry for the drag of her pussy on his cock. I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of her swallowing him whole.

“Beg him not to stop,” I whisper, pulling her legs wider.

“Stop making me beg,” she whimpers.

I jerk my chin at Kirill, and he not only stops, he pulls out of her.

“No!” Lilia tries to grab hold of Kirill, but I lovingly restrain her, hugging my arms around her and planting kisses on her throat.

“You are bad girl who will not do as she is told. I said beg him not to stop. If you ask him for what you want, Kirill will give it to you.”

Kirill pumps his hand along his length, which is now glistening with her wetness and my cum. Fuck, that’s an incredible sight.

“Detka, I am suddenly obsessed with hearing you beg me. I’m not going to give you want you want until you ask for it.”

My lips caress the shell of her ear. “Go on,solnyshko. Tell him that his cock feels like heaven, and you will die if you do not feel him inside you.”

Lilia’s hands flex and clench on my thighs. She doesn’t want to, but the words burst from her lips. “Please, Kirill.”

I moan and cup her inner thighs, watching Kirill thrust inside her once more and claim her. It’s almost as good as fucking her myself.

“Harder, please,” she begs him.

“I can fuck you harder, but you have to keep begging me. If you stop, I stop.”

She nods rapidly as he gives her what she wants. “Please, please, please.”

I wonder if Konstantin is listening to this. He isn’t the only one who can turn this bewitching goddess of a woman into a needy, hungry girl who will do anything she’s told.

“Your clit is so plump and pretty,” I breathe in her ear. “Do you want me to play with you?”

“Please, Elyah.”

I think I could become addicted to that sound and the feel of Lilia in my arms. Her clit is slippery and hot to the touch as I work her in slow circles to the rhythm of Kirill’s thrusts. Lilia was made to be fucked like this. She must feel it, too, because she won’t stop moaning our names. She comes again, one hand squeezing Kirill’s shoulder, the other reaching behind our heads to clasp the nape of my neck.

Kirill stares into her face, and suddenly his thrusts stutter and he curses in Russian.

A moment later, Kirill draws himself out of her with delicious slowness. Lilia has opened her eyes and her fingers run woozily down his chest.

I reach out and grasp the base of Kirill’s cock, clench it tightly and pull down his length, gathering his seed and mine in my hand. When it’s coating my fingers, I push them into her. “Not wasting a drop.”

Lilia pushes her hair out of her sweaty face and puts a hand on her swollen belly. “I’m already pregnant, if you haven’t noticed.”

“Does not matter. That is where we belong.”

The spell cast by sex is evaporating and Lilia tries to cover herself with a blanket. Kirill and I don’t let her. We want her right where she is.

“You both got what you wanted. Now let me up.”

“You are what I want. You always will be,” I tell her.

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