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Jordan’s brain short-circuited when Chloe pushed him onto his back with surprising strength.

One second he’d been kissing her breast, lost in the soft warmth of her skin. The next she’d rolled them over in a fluid motion that caught him completely off guard. Now she straddled his hips, her thighs pressed firmly against his sides, her dark hair cascading around her face like a silk curtain in the lamplight.

The blue streak caught the warm glow from the bedside lamp. Her eyes looked different somehow. Darker. Hungrier. There was something predatory in her gaze that made his cock twitch helplessly between her legs.

"My turn," Chloe said, her voice dropping to a register he’d never heard from her before.

The tone was lower than usual. Softer. Sultrier. It was the same voice she’d used when she sang at karaoke, the one that had bypassed his rational mind entirely and gone straight to his dick. But this was different. More intimate. More purposeful.

Oh. Oh no. This is Calypso. This is the voice she uses for her subscribers.

The realization hit him like a physical blow. Except this time she wasn’t performing for a camera or faceless strangers on the internet. She was using that voice on him. For him. The thought made his heart slam against his ribs with such force he wondered if she could feel it.

"You were such a good boy tonight," Chloe murmured, her hands pressing flat against his chest before sliding down slowly, deliberately. Her palms mapped the contours of his torso with careful attention. "Meeting my parents. Making me feel safe with yours. Taking such good care of me."

Jordan’s breathing grew shallow and irregular. The praise combined with her touch was doing things to his brain chemistry that felt borderline illegal. "Chloe?"

"Shh." Her index finger pressed against his lips, silencing him gently but firmly. "Let me take care of you now. Let me show you how grateful I am."

She shifted her hips forward, grinding down against him with deliberate pressure. The wet heat of her pussy slid along the entire underside of his cock, coating him in her arousal. The sensation was so intense it bordered on overwhelming.

"Fuck." The word exploded out of him before he could stop it.

Chloe’s smile was slow and knowing, like a cat that had cornered its prey. "You like that, don’t you?"

"You know I do." His voice came out rougher than he intended.

"Tell me anyway." She rolled her hips again, slower this time, more torturous. The friction was perfect and nowhere near enough simultaneously. "I want to hear you say it. I want to hear how much you need this."

Jordan’s hands found her waist instinctively, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "I love it. You’re going to kill me if you keep doing that." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Not yet." She leaned down until their lips were almost touching, her breath warm against his mouth. "I’m going to make you feel so good you forget your own name first. Then maybe I’ll think about putting you out of your misery."

Jesus Christ. Where did this come from? Who is this girl?

But even as the thought crossed his mind, he knew the answer. This was the part of Chloe she kept locked away from the world. The confident, dominant woman who performed for a camera but never allowed anyone close enough to see the real thing behind the persona. The woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to take it.

Until now. Until him.

Chloe kissed him then, deep and slow and possessive. Her tongue swept into his mouth like she owned him, like she had all the time in the world to explore every inch and intended to use it. There was something different about the way she kissed him now. More assertive. More certain.

Jordan kissed back eagerly, letting her lead, letting her set the pace. When she finally pulled away, his lips felt swollen and oversensitive.

"Good boy," Chloe whispered against his mouth.

Those two simple words hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest. They shouldn’t have affected him the way they did, but heat flooded through his veins like molten metal. His cock throbbed against her pussy with renewed urgency.

Chloe reached between their bodies, her fingers wrapping around his length with confident familiarity. She stroked once from base to tip, her grip firm but gentle.

"So hard already," she observed, squeezing him just enough to make him gasp. "Were you thinking about this all through dinner? Even while you were making polite conversation with my parents?"

"Yes." There was no point in lying, not when his body was betraying him so completely. "The whole time. Every second."

"Even when you were talking to my mother about your business classes?" Her hand continued its slow, methodical torture.

"Especially then." Jordan’s hips bucked up into her grip involuntarily. "You kept touching me under the table. What did you think would happen? I’m only human."

Chloe laughed, the sound soft and breathy and incredibly sexy. "I thought you’d suffer beautifully. And you did. You were so good, trying to concentrate while I was touching you. So polite and charming even when I could see how badly you wanted to drag me upstairs."

She positioned him at her entrance then, the head of his cock pressing against her opening. She was so wet he could feel it, hot and slick and ready for him.

"Now I’m going to reward you for being such a perfect gentleman," Chloe said, and then she sank down onto him slowly.

Ahhhh. Fuck. Too good. Way too fucking good.

Jordan’s entire body went rigid with the sensation. She took him inch by agonizing inch, her walls gripping him tight, squeezing and releasing as she lowered herself onto his length. The feeling was so intense it bordered on painful.

"Oh God," Chloe gasped, her nails digging into his chest hard enough to leave marks. "You’re so big. I can feel you stretching me."