She bottod out finally, sitting there for a mont with him buried completely inside her. Jordan couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All the oxygen seed to have left the room.
"You okay?" Chloe’s voice was strained now, shaky in a way that made him realize this was affecting her just as much as it was him.
"Yeah. Just." He had to pause to collect himself, his fingers flexing against her waist. "Give a second. You feel incredible. I need to get used to this or I’m going to embarrass myself."
"Mmm." She rolled her hips experintally, grinding down in a slow circle that made them both moan. "I love being full of you like this. I love feeling you inside ."
Jordan’s eyes rolled back in his head. "Chloe. Babe. If you keep talking like that I’m going to co in about thirty seconds."
"Not yet," she said firmly, lifting herself up until only the tip remained inside her. She hovered there, torturing them both. "You’re going to last for . Aren’t you, baby? You’re going to be good and give what I need?"
Baby. She called baby. I’m not going to survive this.
"I’ll try," he managed.
"Good boy." Chloe sank back down, faster this ti, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.
Schlick.
The wet sound of her pussy accepting him filled the quiet room. Jordan’s face burned with embarrassnt and arousal. He’d never been so acutely aware of the sounds their bodies made together, the obscene wetness, the quiet gasps and moans.
Chloe started moving then, establishing a slow, steady rhythm. Up and down. Her breasts bounced with each movent, the lamplight casting shifting shadows across her skin. She looked like sothing out of a fantasy, like a goddess co to earth just to drive him insane.
Jordan watched her ride him, srized by the way her face changed as she moved. Her eyes were half-closed now, her mouth slightly parted, little gasps escaping with every downward stroke. She looked lost in sensation, completely focused on the feeling of him inside her.
"You’re so beautiful," he said, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.
Chloe’s eyes opened, eting his. For just a mont sothing soft and vulnerable flickered across her face before the dominant mask returned.
"And you’re so deep inside ," she replied, taking his hand and placing it on her lower stomach. She pressed down, and he could feel himself through her skin, the outline of his cock moving inside her with each thrust. "Can you feel that? Can you feel how completely you’re filling up?"
Holy shit. That’s hot. That’s really fucking hot.
"Yeah," he said roughly. "I feel it."
"Good." Chloe picked up her pace, bouncing faster now, her thighs flexing with the effort. "Because I want all of you. Every inch. Every drop. I want everything you have to give ."
Jordan’s hips started thrusting up to et her almost involuntarily. He couldn’t help himself anymore. His body was moving on pure instinct, driven by a need so powerful it overrode conscious thought.
"That’s it," Chloe gasped, her rhythm becoming more urgent. "Fuck back. Show how much you want this. Show how much you need ."
Plap plap plap.
Their bodies slapped together with increasing force, the sound raw and obscene and incredibly arousing. Jordan’s grip on her waist tightened, his hands guiding her movents now, helping her bounce faster, harder.
"Yes!" Chloe cried out, her nails raking down his chest, leaving angry red lines in their wake. "Just like that. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop."
"I won’t," he promised, his voice barely recognizable. "I promise I won’t stop."
She leaned forward then, changing the angle so that with every thrust he hit that spot deep inside her that made her whole body shudder. Her breathing beca ragged, desperate.
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," Chloe chanted, her rhythm faltering as sensation overwheld her. "Right there. Jordan. Please. I need it right there."
Jordan gripped her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks, using the leverage to drive into her even deeper. The new position let him hit her G-spot with every stroke.
Chloe’s back arched dramatically, her head falling back as a long, keening moan tore from her throat. She looked like a work of art, all graceful lines and desperate pleasure.
"I’m going to co," she gasped, her voice breaking. "You’re making . I can feel it building. Oh God, I’m going to co so hard."
"Co for ," Jordan commanded, his voice rough with authority he didn’t know he possessed. "I want to feel it. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock."
Chloe’s pussy clenched around him suddenly, her walls contracting in powerful waves. Once. Twice. Then she was coming, her entire body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her.
"Ahhhn! Jordan!" His na broke on her lips like a prayer.
Jordan kept fucking her through it, prolonging her climax, drawing out every wave of pleasure until she was shaking above him, gasping for air like she’d just run a marathon.
When the tremors finally subsided, Chloe collapsed onto his chest, her breath coming in ragged pants against his neck. Her skin was flushed and damp with sweat.
"Holy shit," she whispered, her voice hoarse.
"Yeah," Jordan agreed, stroking her back gently. His cock was still hard inside her, still throbbing with need. "You okay?"
"More than okay." Chloe lifted her head, her eyes glazed with satisfaction but already showing signs of renewed hunger. "But we’re not done yet."
"We’re not?"
"No." She sat up slowly, starting to move again with lazy, languid strokes. "I told you. I want everything. I’m going to milk every drop out of you before I’m finished."
Jordan’s head fell back against the pillow. "You’re actually going to kill ."
"Maybe," Chloe said with a wicked smile, leaning down to bite his earlobe gently. "But you’ll die happy. And what a way to go."
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