Page 48 of Crown of Lies

I pull out and thrust back in, going deeper this time. I can feel her relax around me, her body fully accepting me as if her ass was made to take my cock.

“That’s it,” I grunt, my hips snapping forward. “Take it. Fucking take it all.”

She cries out, her body shaking as I pound into her. I need more though. Need to be closer to her, to feel every part of her body against mine.

I pull out and pull her to her feet so quickly that she stumbles, but I’m right here to catch her.

“Up against the wall,” I growl, pushing her toward it. “Spread your legs.”

She does as she’s told, bracing herself as I position myself behind her. I slide into her ass again, loving the way she feels, tight and hot around me.

But it’s not enough.

I reach around, my fingers finding her pussy. I start to move in time with my thrusts, fucking her ass with my cock and her pussy with my fingers.

“You like that?” I groan, my body slick with sweat. “You like both of these tight little holes being used like this?”

“Yes,” she pants, her head thrown back. “You know I do. It’s too much. I can’t?—”

I curl my fingers, seeking out that sweet spot inside her, and her words turn into a moan. “You can take it. You’re gonna take everything I decide to give you.”

Her walls pulse and flutter around my fingers, and I know she’s close. I thrust a few more times, hard and deep, and she shatters around me, crying out my name.

That’s all it takes for me to follow her over the edge. With a roar, I release, my cum filling her up as I bury myself deep inside her.

For a moment, we’re both silent, catching our breath. Then I lean down, my mouth close to her ear.

“That’s what you get,” I whisper, “when you beg.”

I expect her to come back at me with some smart-ass remark, but instead, I feel her relax against me. Her breathing slowly returns to normal as she leans back, resting her head on my shoulder. I close my eyes, just enjoying the silence and the feel of her in my arms. These few seconds of peace are almost as good as everything that came before.

Almost.

Quinn’s breath hitches and her entire body tenses in my arms, bringing my wandering thoughts back to cold, hard reality with a snap that I swear I can almost hear.

My own muscles tightening possessively around her, I follow her open-mouthed stare until I see the problem.

We’ve been caught.

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QUINN

My post-orgasmic hazeevaporates in an instant when I see Emmett’s wide eyes staring at us. His gaze is fixed on the place where Atlas is still buried deep inside me. I freeze, a jolt of embarrassment and guilt coursing through my body.

“Shit,” I mutter, pulling away from Atlas. I feel his cum sliding out of me, a sticky reminder of what we’ve just done. I reach down, trying to surreptitiously wipe it away, but it’s too late. Emmett has already seen.

“I—” Emmett begins, his voice cracking. He looks torn between anger and disbelief.

I push past Atlas, not wanting to face him right now. “I know,” I say, cutting Emmett off. “I know, okay? Just—give me a second.”

I turn away, wrapping my arms around myself. I can feel Atlas’s eyes on me, but I can’t bring myself to meet his gaze. What were we thinking, doing this here? Of course, we were going to get caught.

“Quinn—” Atlas starts, but I hold up a hand to stop him.

“Just give me a minute,” I say, my voice shaken. “I need to?—”

I don’t know what I need to do. All I know is that I can’t stand here, facing them both, with Atlas’s cum still dripping down my thighs.

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