Anya slammed me back onto the bed, silver eyes blazing, hands shoving my chest. "Mine still," she snarled, moving to straddle me, to claim the cock still slick.
Not a fucking chance.
My hands shot out—lightning-fast—locking onto her hips. I didn't push her away. I flipped her, twisting with brutal efficiency. Her gasp became a yelp as she landed on her back, pinned by my arm crushing her collarbone.
Before she could react, I hooked under her thighs and hauled.
I dragged her up until her thighs bracketed my head, her dripping cunt hovering over my mouth. Slick folds swelled, glistening. Her scent—sharp, aroused, Anya—flooded my senses.
"Eros—!" she started.
I cut her off, the command vibrating against her inner thigh: "Ride me, Victoria. Now."
Victoria scrambled onto the bed, straddling my hips. Her hand wrapped around my shaft—still thick, impossibly hard, slick with Anya's juices.
