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Chapter 15

Eve

The long-awaited Opera night had arrived, and Eve was relieved to escape the relentless discussions surrounding the recent murders. Even for her, the situation was beginning to weigh heavily on her shoulders. Besides, she had been so busy at work lately she didn’t have time to meet up with Cyrus despite their constant sexts and their OMG-what-would-my-mum-say videos. They were also calling each other every night, which at first she found weird, but quickly started waiting with impatience for the daily call, enjoying their talks.

More than often their talks were derivative on the naughty side, and she was now so horny she was ready to beg him for his dick to be inside her again. And Cyrus gladly sending a close up of his dick, hard and leaking pre-cum, was not helping. Eve had stopped counting the number of times she had to use her favourite toy to relieve herself, wishing it was Cyrus instead.

She cast a questioning look toward the door at the sound of the doorbell, her body responding with a shiver, sensing his presence. She glanced quickly at her reflection in the full-length mirror by her apartment’s entrance. A towel. That was all. As always, Cyrus had arrived early, and she couldn't help but wonder if he did it intentionally to catch her unprepared. With a wry smile, she opened the door, facing the stunning man before her. Cyrus remained still, leaning casually against the door frame, his eyes unmistakably appreciating Eve's unconventional attire.

“You're early,” she accused.

“I was in the neighbourhood. Thought it wouldn’t be a problem to be early. ”

Liar. His knowing smirk said he knew she knew he was lying. She welcomed him inside, fully aware he would simply do as he pleased anyway, and she needed a bit more time to prepare. After all, it wasn't every day she received an invitation to the Opera.

Especially not when she had intended to wear her new emerald-green velvet strapless dress, which hugged her figure perfectly. She bought it with the slight hope it would entice Cyrus to go down on her again, and who knows, maybe even more.

Cyrus entered and a warm presence brushed against his legs. Lowering his head, he looked at the black kitten rubbing against him.

“It's Neko. My cat.” Eve smiled. “He was hiding the last time you came.”

“And today he purrs and cuddles me, just like his mistress, such a good kitty. Enchanted Neko.” Cyrus smiled, his fingers tenderly caressing the kitten's ears.

Eve gave Cyrus the sternest look she could, but her resistance crumbled when he winked at her. She playfully rolled her eyes, walking to her room. “Sooo… I'm going to get dressed now, before you get any weird ideas involving that humongous dick of yours.”

“Too late,” the giant said, his intense ocean blue eyes locked on her body. “And if I remember right, you enjoyed my ‘humongous’ dick so much last time you were climbing me like a tree.”

Eve scoffed, ready to answer something for sure witty to that last comment, but she inadvertently dropped her gaze, intending to scold Neko for his apparent betrayal, and couldn't help but notice that Cyrus appeared rather tight in his trousers.

“Fuck it!” Eve sighed. She let the towel slip from her grasp, allowing it to fall to the ground. Cyrus grunted as his gaze met her body.

“Eve… Are you aware that you are getting into trouble… again?”

“Oopsie.” She shrugged, advancing towards him, sticking her body against him, moving naturally to mould his shape until she could finally feel his erection against her. This man is way too tall. She raised her hands, catching his strong face between them, bringing him down for a kiss.

Immediately he grabbed her by the hips, trying to get her even closer. He lowered his gigantic hands to her buttocks, lifting her up as if she was as light as a f eather, while she surrounded his hips with her naked legs pressing against him. He advanced towards the couch and threw Eve on it and she made a disappointed pout. “I was hoping for a ride to the bedroom.” Cyrus laughed, pushing her onto the couch, pulling her lower body towards the edge of it, getting on his knees.

Cyrus

“You are gonna make us late, Little One,” Cyrus grumbled, before his tongue hit her clit, there was no need for more foreplay than this. Crystalline laughter left Eve, right before transforming into moaning. God he loved how loud she was, he would never get enough of her little squeals.

Slowly he moved his hands, pushing on Eve’s thighs to have her perfectly opened for him, admiring her tender pussy, fully bare, already glistening of her own juice. Eve was so easy to turn on. He smirked, remembering their first time, and how well she took most of his hand, he wondered if he should give the full fist a go tonight, Eve seemed even more excited than usual.

His tongue worked up and down her little nub, alternating hard and soft licks, following Eve’s moans to answer her desires. He would never get enough of her taste either. He never understood why men were not fond of it, there was nothing better than being covered by a woman’s pleasure. His tongue played hard on her cunt, played inside her, drinking her full juice, while his thumb tortured her sensitive clit, until he finally added a finger. A gasp had him lifting his head to meet Eve’s eyes, her beautiful hazel eyes were filled with more lust than he had witnessed in his life.

“I want more, Cyrus,” she begged, her lips wet and half open in a lustful sound.

Cyrus snickered. “Remember how you jumped at the sensation of four fingers fucking you last time?” He added his middle finger not stopping his light thrust, getting as deep as he could, twisting.

“Humhum.” Eve closed her eyes.

“ I think tonight you can have more my Goddess…”

Eve opened her eyes, brows furrowed. “More than your, once again, humongous dick? I highly doubt that, I could barely walk after that, some of us have to work you know.”

A deep laughter came with a third finger, her body tightening around it, her breath scattered over the new invasion. A lick of her clit accompanied his new sneaky fourth finger.

At Eve’s moans, he slowed down a bit, examining her face, distorted between pleasure and pain, tears coming to her eyes. This would have been the best thing he’d ever seen until she took the next step, holding her own legs, spreading as much as she could, knees as high as her breast.

“Ask me.”

“Please… Cyrus…” Eve gasped, tensing when Cyrus took out his fingers, and sucked on his thumb.

“Please what?” he asked, positioning his fist at the entrance of her pussy, more drenched than he had ever seen another woman before. He started inserting his fist, feeling her body stretch under his closed hands.

Eve

“Fist me.” Eve had never felt so naughty before, so horny for a man. And she had never wanted to be fisted before, what a funny idea it was, especially with a dick as perfect as Cyrus’s.

“Make me yours” she begged, letting go of a leg to play with her clit, letting out a deep growl when she felt Cyrus’s entire hand penetrate her. The pain was there, pulling, stretching her cunt, but it brought a different kind of pleasure, one that screams to you that you are finally being filled, as you should.

Her hand accelerated, torturing her clit with precision, eyes locked on Cyrus’s ocean eyes, devouring her with his burning look. Her new scream had him growling as if he was some kind of wild beast.

“ You’re driving me insane my Goddess, I want to fuck you so hard I don’t even know where to start.” He pulled back his fist, triggering little squeals.

With a grunt he grabbed her behind her neck, forcing her to stand on wobbly legs, her lips half-opened, cheeks red, drops of sweat following the curve of her breast. He brought her face close to his.

“I can’t believe how you taking me, you are such a fucking good girl.”

“I’m not,” a raspy voice answered.

“No?” Cyrus chuckled, strengthening his grip on her.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Eve placed her hand on his dick, squeezing lightly.

Cyrus chuckled pushing his front a bit more into Eve’s hand.

“I think we’re going to be late to the Opera if we don’t stop now.”