"Ride me," he commanded, his voice a hot whisper in her ear.

Patricia's legs were shaking too much. "I-I can't."

"You can," he said, his hands gripping her hips. "Move that perfect ass. Up and down. Fuck yourself on my cock while I play with these perfect tits."

He helped her, his strong hands guiding her movements. Lifting her up, then pulling her down. Slowly at first, letting her get used to the angle, to the feeling of controlling the depth and speed. Then he let go.

And she rode him.

It was awkward at first, her muscles screaming in protest. But then she found a rhythm. A slow bounce, rising up until just the head was inside, then sliding back down, taking his entire impossible length.

She watched herself in the mirror—watched this unknown woman, this wild, sexual creature, bouncing on a massive cock, her body marked and sweaty, her face a mask of desperate pleasure.

That was her.

Eros's hands slid up her stomach, cupped her breasts, squeezed and kneaded them. "Faster," he growled in her ear.

She bounced faster, her ass clapping against his thighs, the sound wet and loud. His fingers found her nipples, pinching them, rolling them, sending electric shocks straight to her clit.

"Yes! Like that!" she gasped, her ruined voice working. "Oh, fuck, yes!"

He began to thrust up to meet her downward bounces, matching her rhythm, splitting her open from below while she impaled herself from above. The combined force was devastating, driving his cock so deep she felt it in her stomach.

He wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight, and used his other hand to rub her clit.

"FUCK!" she screamed, the sound bouncing around the marble room. "I'M COMING AGAIN! OH GOD, EROS!"

Her orgasm was a sudden, violent convulsion. Her entire body seized, her back arching against his chest, a silent scream tearing from her lips. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a fist, pulsing violently.

He held her through it, then, without pulling out, he stood up, lifting her with him. His cock still buried deep inside her, he carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

He walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked all of Los Angeles.

He pressed her back against the cold glass. The shock was electric, making her gasp, her nipples hardening into painful points against the chilled surface. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck.

"Look," he commanded, his voice rough with exertion. "Look at the city."

She looked. The sprawling metropolis glittered below them, a sea of indifferent lights.

The contrast was staggering—the cold glass against her heated skin, the raw, primal fucking against the backdrop of civilization, the millions of souls down there who had no idea a woman was being utterly, publicly claimed against this very window.

"Look at all those lights," he growled in her ear, his hips beginning to piston again, slow and deep against the glass. "Each one is a person who has no fucking idea what's happening up here. Has no idea a perfect woman is being fucked like she deserves. Let them watch, Patricia. Let the whole fucking city watch."

His hands roamed her body, his lips pressing kisses to her neck and shoulders. This wasn't just fucking anymore; it was a statement. A declaration of ownership made of flesh and sweat and screams against the backdrop of the entire city.

Her fourth orgasm was a slow, rolling quake that built and built, a deep, soul-shattering experience. She wasn't screaming anymore; she was just holding on, her body convulsing silently, her mind so overwhelmed with pleasure it went blessedly blank for long moments.

When she finally came down, her body was limp. She was a puppet with cut strings, completely and utterly spent.

He carried her back to the bed one last time, laying her down with incredible gentleness. He looked down at her, at his destroyed, perfect creation.

"One more," he said, his voice soft now, but still intense. "This last one is different. I want to see your face when you shatter completely. I want to watch you fall apart with nothing left."

He positioned himself between her legs, spreading them wide. But this time, there was no change to his cock. This was just… him.

He entered her slowly, and she felt the difference. He was back to his normal, still-impossibly-large size, but she was so stretched, so open, so full of his cum that the entry was easy, a smooth, possessive glide.

He started moving, a slow, deep, romantic rhythm. He leaned down, kissing her face, her neck, her lips. This wasn't fucking. This wasn't even making love anymore. This was something else. This was sealing a covenant. This was worship in its purest form.

His thumb found her clit. "Patricia," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to watch you come one last time. Touch yourself for me."

Her hand, trembling, went to her clit. She began to rub, the familiar circles sparking a final, gentle tide of pleasure. He moved with her, his thrusts matching the rhythm of her fingers, his eyes locked on hers, seeing everything.

She came one last time. It wasn't an explosion. It was a quiet, beautiful wave that crested and gently broke, washing over her, a final, perfect release. A soft sob escaped her lips, this one not of pleasure but of gratitude, of release, of being completely and utterly seen and owned.

As she came down, he buried himself deep, his cock throbbing one last time. A thick, warm flood filled her as he came with a deep, shuddering groan, a final offering to seal their union.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, and for a long time, neither of them spoke. They just lay there in the wreckage, his cum leaking out of her, the scent of their fucking thick in the air, their bodies marked and spent.

Finally, he kissed her forehead. "You're mine, Patricia," he whispered. "Completely. MY WOMAN!"

And she nodded against his chest, a single tear of pure, unadulterated bliss tracing a path through the cum and sweat on her cheek. Finally.

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