Page 113 of Crown of Lies

I hook my thumbs into the waistband and pull them down, freeing his hard cock. It springs up, thick and heavy in my hand. I wrap my fingers around him, slowly pumping as I savor the feel of him.

But Nico has other ideas. With a gentle tug on my hair, he urges me forward until my lips are just a breath away from the head of his cock.

“Suck it,” he orders, his voice gravelly with desire.

I lick my lips and lean forward, taking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. I taste the salty tang of pre-cum, and a moan vibrates in my throat, humming around his length.

Nico’s hands tangle in my hair, guiding me as I take more of him into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard as I bob my head, taking him deeper with each stroke.

“Fuck, Quinn,” he groans, his hips jerking slightly. “You’ve got a fucking amazing mouth.”

His words spur me on, and I moan my approval, the vibrations making him hiss and tighten his grip on my hair. I suck and lick, taking him deep into my throat, then pulling back to swirl my tongue around the head.

“Goddamn, that’s good,” he growls. “Wrap your hand around the base, squeeze tight. Yeah, just like that.”

I do as he says, tightening my grip at the base of his shaft as I suck and lick, teasing the head with my tongue. I love the way he watches me, his eyes dark with lust, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

“You know what I love most about this?” he says, his voice husky. “Knowing that it’s my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours. How many men would kill to be where I’m at right now?”

The filthy praise sends a rush of heat between my legs, making me even wetter. I moan my agreement, the vibrations making him groan and tighten his hold on my hair. He begins to thrust gently, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as he slides in and out of my mouth.

“That’s it, take it,” he encourages, his voice rough. “Wrap your lips around me and fucking suck me deep. Deep as you can.”

But just as I’m getting into a steady rhythm, Nico surprises me by pulling away. I whimper at the loss, my lips feeling sensitive and swollen as I look up at him.

“I’m not going to come in your mouth, mia cara,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “When I come, I want to be inside you.” He strokes my cheek gently, in contrast with the dirty things he’s telling me to do. “Get on my cock. Ride me.”

His words are a command, but they’re also an invitation—an invitation to take what I need, to use him to satisfy the ache that’s burning inside me.

Without wasting a moment, I straddle him and line myself up with his cock. Slowly, I sink down, feeling myself stretch to accommodate his thick length. His hands come to rest on my hips, guiding me, encouraging me to take my time.

“That’s it. Take it all. Ride that cock.”

I sink down farther, my breath catching as I feel him fill me completely. It’s overwhelming, just like it always is with him—a perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

“God,” I moan, giving myself a moment to appreciate how full I am right now. It’s as if his cock was made just for my body. “Feels so damn good.”

A smile spreads across his face, and he reaches up to cup my cheek. “Then move, mia cara. Take what you need. Use my cock to get yourself off.”

I don’t need any more encouragement. I start to move, lifting myself up slowly before sinking back down, taking him deep. It’s slow and steady at first, a sensual, hypnotic rhythm.

Nico’s hands tighten on my hips as I ride him, his eyes never leaving mine. “That’s it, just like that. Fuck, you have no idea how good that pussy feels.”

Hearing him talk dirty stokes the fire burning inside me. I quicken the pace, lifting and lowering myself on his cock, finding a rhythm that has pleasure coursing through my veins.

“Yeah, there you go,” he encourages. “Such a good little wife, fucking yourself on my cock.”

“You close?” His voice is raw, his eyes hooded with desire.

I nod, breathless, as I drop my forehead to his, my hair creating a curtain around us. “So close.”

His hands tighten on my hips, and he urges me to keep moving, a hard roll of his hips lifting me momentarily before I sink back down.

“Then come for me. Ride my cock and let yourself go.”

His words are my undoing. I cry out as the pleasure takes hold, my body bowing as I grind down on him. My hands splay across his chest, nails digging into his skin as I start to surrender to the wave that’s crashing over me.

“Look at me, mia cara.” Nico grips my chin, forcing my head up so our eyes meet. “Turn around and let Atlas see how gorgeous you look when you’re coming all over my cock.”

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