Read Novel Full Chapter 977: Genevieve’s Morning After (r-18)
Chapter 977: Genevieve’s Morning After (r-18)
Sunlight sliced through the half-closed blinds in thin golden stripes across the hotel bed of the third penthouse, catching on the tangled white sheets and the faint bruises blooming on Genevieve’s innerthighs like dark purple petals someone had sucked into existence.
She woke slowly, body heavy with the kind of deep, throbbing ache that screamed every filthy detail of last night—the torn dress still crumpled on the bathroom floor like evidence, mascara tracks dried into faint black rivers she hadn’t bothered to scrub away.
She didn’t open her eyes right away. She just felt him.
Eros’s broad shoulders were already wedged deep between her knees, forcing her legs into an obscene, helpless spread.
Her thighs trembled on either side of his head, heels hooked uselessly over the thick curves of his biceps, toes curling tight in the air every time his hot breath ghosted across her swollen, sleep-slick folds.
His hands clamped the backs of her thighs—fingers sinking into soft flesh, prying her open wider so nothing was hidden: outer lips puffy and parted, inner petals flushed dark rose and glistening with the creamy remnants of last night’s cum mixed with her fresh, slow-leaking arousal.
Hot breath hit her first—then the flat of his tongue. One long, deliberate drag from the dripping entrance all the way up, scooping up the thick, salty-sweet mix of his own dried seed and her morning wetness in a single filthy stroke.
Genevieve moaned low and wrecked, the sound ripping out before she could choke it back.
"Mmmph—fuck—Eros—" Her hands shot down, fingers diving into his hair, clutching the roots so hard her knuckles blanched.
She yanked him into her pussy desperate to feel more of his mouth, hips bucking up off the mattress to mash her cunt against his mouth. "Right there—oh god—don’t you fucking stop—"
No teasing buildup this morning. No cruel edges. Just raw, greedy, starving worship.
He sealed his lips around her outer petals and sucked—hard, greedy, pulling the swollen, puffy flesh into the wet heat of his mouth like he was trying to drink her whole. It made a sound of its own, louder than her muffled moan as he sucked them into his mouth.
The soft pussy lips popped free with a loud, obscene wet smack, blooming back open darker, shinier, slicker than before.
He growled low against her, voice muffled and vibrating straight through her clit.
"Fuck, Gen—you taste like sin." Then he dove back, tongue spearing between the petals, flattening wide to lap at the sensitive inner edges, sucking each one into his mouth in turn—left, right, left—like he was making out with her cunt.
Every pull made her hips jerk; every release left her petals quivering, coated in fresh spit and her own cream.
He went straight for her clit—that fat, throbbing little pearl already swollen and peeking aggressively from its hood, begging. He flattened his tongue over it, pressing firm, then started slow, tight circles that made her whole pelvis lift off the bed like she’d been electrocuted.
"Yes—fuck—suck it—" she gasped, voice morning-rough and cracking.
Fingers twisted tighter in his hair, pulling him so deep his nose mashed against her mound, chin already slick and dripping.
He obeyed like a man possessed. Lips closed around her clit again—this time sucking harder, drawing the engorged bud deep into the hot, wet suction of his mouth, tongue lashing the sensitive underside in quick, filthy flicks—fast little whips that made her thighs clamp his ears and quake.
"Mmmph—look at this greedy little thing," he mumbled around her clit, words garbled and teasing, vibrating right into her core.
"Throbbing like it’s mad I left it alone all night."
He released it with a wet pop—watched it jump—then sucked it back in, hollowing his cheeks so tight the suction pulled at her whole pelvis. Tongue circled the tip in frantic swirls while he hummed low, the vibration rolling through her like thunder.
He alternated—sucking her clit like he was trying to pull her orgasm out by force, then dropping lower.
Tongue plunged into her entrance—thick, insistent, curling—fucking into her with slow, deliberate strokes that dragged along her front wall, scooping out more of the creamy mix of his cum and her arousal.
Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around his thrusting tongue, greedy little spasms trying to trap him inside.
He tongue-fucked her deeper—long, sloppy plunges that curled on every withdrawal, dragging her sensitive ridges while his nose bumped her clit in rhythm. Slick flooded his mouth with every thrust—thick, warm, salty-sweet—and he drank it down with greedy, gulping groans that buzzed straight through her.
"Goddamn, Gen," he rasped against her dripping hole, pulling back just enough for the words to be clear, chin shining, lips swollen.
Then he dove back, tongue spearing fast now—short, rapid fucks that made wet squelching sounds fill the room, more cream spilling out around his mouth, running in warm rivulets down her ass crack, soaking the sheets in a dark, spreading puddle.
She held him bracketed there—thighs clamped tight around his head one second, spreading impossibly wider the next—palms pressing the back of his skull like she could fuse him to her cunt forever.
Hips rolled in shameless little grinds, fucking his face, smearing her wetness from forehead to chin.
"Deeper—fuck—tongue-fuck me—eat that pussy—" Her voice broke into raw whimpers. "Suck my clit harder—make me soak your fucking face—"
He growled again—the sound rumbling through her core like a promise—then attacked.
His lips sealed around her clit while his tongue plunged in and out, fast and filthy, curling hard on every out-stroke.
"You want it messy?" he mumbled around her swollen bud, words slurred with her slick. "Gonna make you squirt all over my tongue, married girl... gonna ruin these sheets, shall we?"
He sucked her clit harder—cheeks hollowing—while his tongue fucked her entrance in brutal little jabs, nose grinding her clit on every forward thrust. Slick gushed—strings of it stretching between his mouth and her hole when he pulled back for air—coating his chin, dripping down his neck.
She was close—pussy clenching in frantic spasms around his thrusting tongue, clit throbbing visibly against his lips. Fresh floods poured out with every deep plunge.
"I’m—fuck—I’m gonna cum—don’t stop—don’t you dare—make me cum on your tongue—" Fingers yanked his hair so hard it stung, hips bucking wildly, riding his face like it was oxygen.
Her whole body locked—belly tightening, thighs quivering violently, pussy spasming hard around his tongue as the orgasm crashed through her.
She cried out—sharp, raw, broken—back bowing off the mattress while wave after wave rolled over her.
Fresh slick flooded his mouth in hot pulses; he kept licking through it—slower now, gentler—lapping up every drop, drawing out the aftershocks until her moans dissolved into soft, trembling whimpers and her legs fell open bonelessly.
When she finally went limp, hands loosening in his hair, chest heaving, she let out one last shaky breath.
"Jesus fucking Christ..." she whispered, voice absolutely wrecked. "You’re gonna kill me one of these mornings."
Eros lifted his head just enough to rest his chin on her pubic mound—lips and chin shiny with her, eyes dark and smug and satisfied. He pressed a soft, almost tender kiss to the inside of her thigh—right over one of the purple bruises he’d sucked into her skin last night.
"Morning, Genevieve," he murmured against her flushed skin, voice low and rough from being buried in her so long. Then, with that teasing grin she already hated loving: "Told you I’d eat you for breakfast. Still hungry?"
She laughed—breathless, shattered—and tugged him up by the hair until his mouth crashed into hers.
She tasted herself all over him—thick, sweet, filthy.
And she kissed him deeper for it, tongue sliding against his, chasing every last trace.