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GENEVIEVE

Ihear his quick, hard footsteps on the stairs behind me. I slide down the hallway, managing to make it to the bathroom. I’m just shutting the door when his bare foot wedges between it and the jam. Grinning widely at me, he pushes it open.

“I caught you, beautiful.”

“So what do you plan to do to me?” I reply, panting for a different reason now. Need once again fills me, even though I just had him. I’m insatiable and desperate for them all, needing to feel their warmth, their passion.

“Make you mine, of course.” He smirks, advancing on me as I quickly step back. I manage to scramble into the shower, but then he’s there, turning me and pushing me against the wall, cupping my pussy possessively.

“I’m going to eat this pussy again until you’re dripping down my chin,” he promises, biting my shoulder. Turning in his arms, I meet his gaze as he drops to his knees once more, lifting me into the air as he seals his mouth over my pussy. He licks and tastes our combined releases, nipping my aching clit. My eyes slide shut once more, and I reach out to the shower wall for stability as I rock into his mouth, riding it.

“Eric, fuck, your tongue.” I shake as I feel yet another orgasm building. “Please, please.” I can’t even tell him what I need, my head shaking from side to side as he pushes his tongue inside of me.

It sets me off. I explode, the force stealing my air as I slump. Pulling away, he slides me down his body until my feet hit the marble again. His thumb comes up to stroke my lips. “You are so fucking perfect, Genevieve,” he murmurs.

I can’t fuck him again. I’m too sore, but I want him so badly.

My hungry eyes go to his hard, glistening cock, and then I drop to my knees. My mouth waters at the idea of tasting him, of having him inside my mouth. I finally get a better look at him from this angle. I felt him inside of me, but it didn’t do him justice. I’ve never really looked at a cock and thought how nice it was, but Eric’s cock?

God fucking damn.

It’s so thick and long, people should worship before him, the veins stark along his thick length, making me nearly drool to taste them. So I do. Wrapping my hand around the base of him, I run my tongue along his length. He feels like satin wrapped around steel, and it makes me moan as I clench my thighs together. My eyes roll up to meet his wide ones. They are locked on me, his abs are clenching, and his back is to the doorway, which is open. He never closed it behind him.

Reaching down, he grips my hair and tugs it, using it as a handle to guide my mouth back to his leaking tip. Smirking, I resist and tease him. Licking every inch of him before sucking the tip, I make him grunt his pleasure. His hips thrust as his head falls back. The veins in his neck stand out as he fights to fuck my mouth.

Smirking, I swallow him deeper before pulling back, still teasing.

He’s had enough, however, and he grips my hair as he meets my eyes again. “Swallow me now, beautiful. Let me see you take every single inch of me in that pretty mouth.”

He slams down my throat, and I gag a little and my eyes water. I’ve never sucked one so big, but he eases me through it. “So fucking beautiful. That’s it, baby. Swallow me whole, breathe through your nose. Good girl.” The praise has me clenching again as I pull my mouth back and then swallow him.

We find a rhythm as he takes my mouth, but I’m happy to let him. I’m happy to watch the desire play out on his face. His eyes squint shut as if he’s in pain, and his lips twist as he tries to hold back the desperate, feral snaps of his hips as he fills my mouth. Saliva and pre-cum drip down my chin to my chest as I grip and twist the base of him.

“Fuck, I’m about to come,” he warns, so I suck him harder, not letting him pull out.

It sends him over the edge, and he slams down my throat with a roar as he lets his release fill my mouth. Pulling from his cock, I let his cum drip down my lips and chin, even as I swallow as much as I can.

I grin up at him when he staggers back.

“Fucking hell, babe. You are going to be the death of me.”

My eyes flick past Eric for a moment, meeting the jealous, lustful gaze of Archer, who’s standing in the doorway.

My heart skips a beat when, without a word, he shuts the door. I slump against Eric.

I’m so fucked.

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