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Chapter 16

Eve

Thirty minutes later they were finally pulling up to the Opera after a drive filled with sexual tension that would make the Marquis de Sade blush. Eve was still on fire, her juices leaking onto her thighs, her poor pussy screaming for help after Cyrus’s fist invasion, even though it had been way too short.

She was at least glad to see she wasn’t the only one in this poor situation, Cyrus never came, and she honestly wondered how he was holding up with such blue balls. He had not let her touch him, invoking the “late arrival to the Opera” reason which made Eve more than frustrated, she really didn’t care about the Opera anymore.

Who cared about sad, singing people when she could sing Cyrus’s name all night? She had come harder than ever with him fisting her, and she wouldn’t be surprised if her neighbours heard her.

Cyrus veered toward an underground parking area instead of stopping where the other guests were disembarking. Intrigued, she cast a curious glance his way.

“I have a private spot,” he said holding up a key.

“At the Opera?” Eve asked with a hint of amusement, almost on the verge of laughter.

“Ian adores the Opera. Tries to bring us here as often as possible. So, I figured it would be more convenient, and financially sensible, to secure a parking space.”

Eve held back a laugh while Cyrus parked the car. Things were just so… natural with him, so easy.

Once parked in an elegant manoeuvre that she would never been able to do despite having been driving for 10 years, she playfully reached over and grabbed his thigh, holding him back from exiting the car. He looked at her, a snarky smile on his lips, his brows up in the air with this look of a lost puppy he was handling so well.

“Don't think you're going to get away with it,” she warned with a mischievous grin.

Cyrus burst into laughter and leaned in for a kiss, but Eve countered placing a finger against his chest, firmly keeping him in his seat. He scoffed, surrendering to Eve's playful dominance, letting out a low growl as her hand ventured lower, tracing the contours of his swelling trousers.

Cyrus closed his eyes, his breathing accelerating as Eve gently opened his fly. Keeping her eyes on Cyrus’s, she caught his huge dick, positioning herself better on her seat.

Spreading his pre-cum with her thumb on the tip, she started expertly moving back and forth, taking her time, enjoying his length. Apparently there was such a thing as a perfect cock. He was so large she couldn’t close her hand. Thoughts of his dick inside of her again had the moisture in her thong intensifying.

Cyrus moaned loudly when she finally leaned over, playing with her tongue, licking the tip in a circle, before tasting him.

Cyrus

Cyrus violently grabbed her head, forcing his erected dick into Eve’s mouth, throbbing under the tightness of her jaw, and to his intense satisfaction she didn’t seem to mind a bit. He couldn’t stop himself, observing her smooth hair flying around as she moved up and down, taking him almost in his entirety. He could hear her struggle when he pushed on her head a bit harder, wanting her to take him to his base.

Gra bbing her hair, he pulled her head up to face him, her face bright red had what looked like pre-cum around her mouth. Her breath was scattered and for once, he felt as if he had some power over her. This excited him more than anything before. Holding her hair with one hand, catching her jaw with the other, he brought her in for a kiss.

“You can do better than that, my Goddess. Take all of me, make this sweet little mouth stretch and make me come. I want your mouth to feel like I am home.”

He twisted the long mass of gorgeous brunette hair, holding it around his wrist and hand. Eve’s head fell back with the pull, her chest moving fast, her breast almost out of their velvet prison, her neck entirely offered.

“Make me take you,” she whispered in a raspy voice.

Eve

She was plunged back on his dick, going deeper and deeper, losing her breath on the size of him. His hand was still holding her hair in a ferocious hold, and she was not surprised when he started pushing her back and forth, accompanying her movements until she found her rhythm.

With satisfaction she finally managed to fit him in her mouth, his tip reaching her throat, quickening her pace on the perfect dick. Only to be pulled away in a forceful movement. This man was NOT scared of teeth.

“What again Master?” she joked. “Not deep enough?”

Cyrus laughed. “I like that. You should call me that way more often.”

Eve scoffed. “You wish.”

“Well I don’t think you’re done darling, my dick still wants to come inside this sweet good girl mouth of yours.”

He let go of her hair to adjust himself, getting his pants lower on his legs, leaving Eve free. Opening the car door quickly, she jumped out, giggling.

When she bent down to look at the man, pants on his ankles, a puzzled look on his face she could not stop the heartfelt laugh.

“ Now we can go,” she said, adjusting her strapless dress, which had somewhat revealed bits of her chest in the heat of the moment.

“Fucking hell Eve, get back here.” Cyrus tried to catch her, but she was already too far for his reach, sticking her tongue out at him.

The man grunted, promptly pulled his pants up and got out of the car. Before she had time to flee further, he grabbed her swinging her against him, making sure she could feel his hard dick. Eve was breathless.

“Don't think you're going to get away with this.” He released her in a fast move, and with both hands grabbed the top of her dress, lowering her bustier, revealing her two erect nipples. He caught them between his fingers and pinched firmly, twisting them, drawing a little cry of pain from Eve.

“Cyrus…” she tried in a weak voice as the pressure on her breasts grew stronger, but she fell silent when his tongue went in her mouth. He grabbed her hips, turning her against the bonnet of the car.

“You wouldn’t dare??” Eve scorned, outraged.

“Let me see…”

Eve gasped, his enormous fingers slipping into her slit, teasing her, moving up and down along the wetness, tickling her clit. She knew she was drenched of her own juice, but now Cyrus knew it too.

“That’s what I thought,” Cyrus whispered, bending over her. “I’m so glad you like it a bit rough.” He started back and forth with his fingers, playing her clit with his left hand. “Now the question is, how rough can you take my Goddess?”

Eve moaned, she thought she wouldn’t be able to take another inch tonight, but her body was proving her wrong. She would totally take his dick up to the hilt right now, who cared about being able to walk the following day. Her sex was pulsating with desire, and she was so wet she could barely feel his fingers.

Cyrus moved her long legs, opening them wide, pulling her dress up, revealing Eve’s butt, beautifully wrapped in a black lingerie thong.

“Hmmmm… what am I gonna do with that perfection of an ass?” Cyrus teased. “Spread those cheeks darling, show me this tight hole of yours.”

Eve gasped, he was SO naughty, and she sure hoped fisting her ass wouldn’t come to his mind. But her excitement took over, and slowly she spread her cheeks, the thong getting stuck in the middle. A groan answered the gesture, and she fe lt the giant’s hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, thumbs lightly stroking her burning skin, before something wet touched her butthole. Eve’s moans started to resonate in the empty parking garage, she was officially a big fan of Cyrus’s tongue, and she would not mind him having some ass-play right now.

She managed to keep her cheeks apart, giving a clear path for the hungry mouth, feeling the slick tongue piercing her ass, tasting her as much as it could, knowing no limits. The lovely play stopped when Cyrus brought his face close to Eve’s, nibbling at her ear, pushing his hips against her ass.

“So…what is it gonna be my Goddess?” He didn’t stop his slight hip movement, and Eve tightened at the intrusion of a finger in her ass. A huge finger. Her moans grew louder while she adjusted herself on the car, her hand moving to her clit.

“You would be open to it, would you?” Cyrus whispered, his voice darkened by desire. “You want me to fuck this tight little hole of yours? Take you like the good girl you are?”

Louder moans came at his words, she would reach her climax soon.

“Tell me you’re mine, Genevieve.”

“I am yours, now fuck me, wherever you want.” Eve circled her nub faster.

Without hesitation, he thrust inside her pussy, and after she unclenched his cock, he came out entirely, just to thrust in her again. And again.

“I am keeping your ass for later.”

Cyrus and his passionate thrusts were driving her crazy, and she couldn’t stop howling her pleasure, taking him entirely. Cyrus growled grabbing her arms, moving them behind her back, keeping her face against his car. Accelerating the pace, fast and hard, in an attempt to go even deeper. He gave a few hard thrusts and Eve’s walls tighten even more, her hands trying to reach his wrists in desperate moves. He let go of his hold on her head to slap her ass, a nice, light stroke at first, but after Eve’s moans he hit harder.

It didn’t take long before Eve howled her orgasm and completely surrendered to Cyrus for the second time that evening. Reaching the intense wave at the same time, Eve had not felt so strong in years, she could not help but let out a satisfied sigh. The lovers collapsed against the hood, breathing heavy and fast.

Mom ents later Cyrus withdrew, and Eve let out a growl standing up, laying her head against his chest, feeling his rapid breath raising his strong body up and down.

“What if we postponed the Opera to next time?” Cyrus proposed with a naughty smile.

Eve chuckled, nodding, trying to correct her dress, which was a little sticky.

They got back in the car, and Cyrus reached for his phone, dialling Zorfield. Eve stared at him wide-eyed, he wouldn’t dare call his friend to tell him the latest gossips of her naked ass on the car?

“Hey,” Zorfield answered.

“Zorf. Opera, cameras, especially the one in the parking garage… erase everything.”

Eve sighed, of course, the McRory son had access to and controlled everything. Though she was certainly not going to complain about it this time.

“Okay.”

Cyrus hung up and started the engine.

“And what if he decides to watch our little video?” Eve asked with a puzzled raised eyebrow.

Cyrus chuckled. “It's quite possible, but you have nothing to fear from him. Worst case, he'll make a snarly comment, best, he'll try to convince Ian to do the same.”

They finally left the parking garge, heading towards the boulevard. Eve sensed Cyrus hesitated for a moment and looked at him inquisitively.

“How about going to my place instead? I have a bigger bed, and we can have breakfast in bed.” He did complain about the size of her bed the other night, she thought it was more than an acceptable size, but the giant disagreed.

“You had me at breakfast in bed.” Eve smiled. “But I'd like to swing by my place to grab some extra clothes.”

“Sure thing.”

Cyrus parked at the bottom of Eve's building and as she reached for the door handle, he gently held her by the arm, pulling her closer, stealing a sudden, impulsive kiss. Eve laughed and pulled away.

“ Give me 5 minutes. I just need to grab a few things and change my dress, that YOU destroyed.”

Nodding, Cyrus turned off the engine.

Eve entered her building, cheeks flushed, her sex on fire. She had lost all sense of responsibility. Which didn't make her very proud. But he was driving her crazy.

Ascending two steps at a time, she could feel the burn of Cyrus’s hands on her poor butt, and noticed that the automatic lights weren’t working, casting the corridor into darkness. Eve hoped it was just temporary, she really could not remember where the hell she placed her flashlight. She slowed down and sighed, trying to find the flashlight-making-thing on her phone, thank technology.

Finally reaching her floor, she found it dimly lit by a few emergency lights. The dark corridor stretched before her eyes, and she had a moment of faint panic, a very old fear waking up. She would feel much better if she had one of her knives with her.

Her keys jingled as she took them out of her tiny purse, and after a few seconds of a feverish keyhole search, she finally opened the door. As soon as she set a foot in her apartment, she felt something was wrong. Her phone rang startling her like a little girl.

Seeing Ian’s name added to her already raging anxiety. She answered, whispering a faint “Allo.”

“Eve??” Ian's voice sounded panicked. “Where are you? Are you with Cyrus?”

“No… no I'm at home, Cyrus is…” A rustling noise in the living room had her heart racing. A massive shadow loomed over her, and before she knew it, a strong arm grabbed her from the front, effortlessly lifting her off her feet. Her phone slipped from her hand, as Ian called her name through the line.

Her assailant pushed on her ribs, and she began to panic. She knew how to fight but she also knew that confronted with too much physical strength she would be useless without a weapon. Her vulnerability apparent when he threw her against the wall, her head banging violently. Dazed, her survival instinct kicked in and she tried in vain to kick or grab, even bite the man's face, but he escaped all her attempts at cannibalism.

As her consciousness slipped away, she hoped Ian would call Cyrus in time. Let the big guys fight! She fell into the darkness, warm blood running down the back of her head.