Chloe

“You up?”

It was a simple text, but you knew it would get a response. The question was whether the logistics would work out for a booty call. You waited for several heartbeats before your phone pinged in response, and a smile stretched across your face.

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“Marcus is in his room,” Chloe said by way of greeting. “Don’t know what you guys got up to, but he’s been real quiet and sleeping a lot.” She shrugged and took you to her room.

You were still processing what she said about Marcus and for a moment the protective side of you wanted to check in on your friend, to make sure that the madness of the last few days hadn’t broken him entirely. But while you were lost in your head, Chloe had removed your dick from your pants and pulled you back into the present as she went to work sucking you off.

“Oh fuck!” You squawked, looking down and fully appreciating her work.

She worked your dick well, sucking and caressing it like a pro and humming with happiness around the cockflesh in a way that sent shivers down your spine. Not for the first time did you admire her oral skills, and how devoted she seemed to be in getting you ready. Her eyes occasionally flicked up to check your face, and whatever stupid look of lust that was on there brought out a playful gleam in her eyes as she worked you harder.

Eventually she took her mouth away from your cock with a loud and wet ‘pop’, saliva coating your length so that it glistening in the light. “I think you’re good and ready,” she announced, going over to lay on her bed, legs open and waiting. “C’mon stud, let’s do it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice and went to town. Her wet, warm tightness welcomed you like an old friend as you began to thrust away. You found yourself caught between looking at her bouncing tits and her intense, enthusiastic eyes.

“Holy fuck, Mike,” she laughed, a little breathless, “you haven’t let me down yet, fuuuck!”

You were honestly amazed by how much she was getting into it. There was no dominance, no shame or guilt, no tension at all. Chloe loved sex, and she loved having sex with you. That playfulness and the way her perfect body met yours was enough to drive you crazy.

It was all fun and games with Chloe, but you couldn’t help but feeling a pang of genuine interest in her. She seemed so vivacious and the two of you were more than compatible. It would be a wonderful life, you thought, to come home every day this. To go to bed with this.

"Lemme try something," she said, winking at you with an exhausted smile, "You're gonna love it!"

You parted just long enough for her to pull you down onto the bed and she quickly got in place over you, sinking down to impale herself on your cock. You watched as inch after inch of your cock was swallowed up by her warm cunt as she began to bounce and move, riding you for all your worth.

“See?” She teased, huffing a little with exertion. “Told ya…”

Her pace had picked up and watched in awe as her glorious ass rose and fell against your lap, her hungry cunt consuming your dick as the room was filled with the sound of slapping flesh. She made a long breathy moan that told you she had come, and then she reached back and took your hand as she rode you.

There was something profoundly intimate about the act that married itself to the pleasure you were feeling. It tipped you over the edge and soon you found your limit. “Oh fuck, Chloe…I’m about to…”

“ Inside,” she whispered, fuck-drunk, “put that lovely cum in me…”

That was it, and you felt yourself releasing. Your seed traveling into Chloe’s inviting womb, to find their future home, aided by a touch of magic that lived within your being. Maybe, you thought, maybe instead of fuck buddies she could be devoted to me alone…

The ring hummed and sent out invisible fumes of power into the girl as she was coming down from her high, slightly changing the way her mind worked. She collapsed on top of you, and for several moments you both lay like that, connected and unconcerned about anything else.