A/N:You're Warned!
The private elevator purred upward—forty-eight floors of mirrored gold and black marble, amber light licking the walls like tongues on wet skin, reflections multiplying, Eros's form infinite, cock already leaking into his boxers, a dark, sticky spot spreading, precum soaking fabric, throbbing with every pulse.
DING.
The doors slid open on Penthouse 2.
And the view slammed into him like a gangbang in 4K, raw, unfiltered, a visceral assault.
The entire floor was a pornographic cathedral—floor-to-ceiling glass framing LA's skyline, the city reduced to a blurred backdrop for the three sluts arranged like cum-soaked offerings on black marble and white leather, bodies glistening, pussies dripping, air thick with sex.
