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She rode him with renewed purpose now, using long, slow strokes that had him seeing stars. Her pussy was so wet from her orgasm that every movement produced slick, obscene sounds that filled the room.

Squelch squelch squelch.

"Listen to that," Chloe murmured, her voice taking on that sultry tone again. "That’s how wet you make me. That’s the sound of how much I need you inside me. How perfectly we fit together."

Jordan groaned, his hands finding her breasts, cupping them, squeezing gently. They fit perfectly in his palms, soft and warm and responsive to his touch.

Chloe gasped at the contact. "Yes. Touch me. I love your hands on me. I love feeling how much you want me."

He rolled her nipples between his fingers, tugging gently, and watched her back arch in response.

"Mmmm." Chloe’s movements became faster, more desperate. "I want to feel you come. Want you to fill me up completely. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you give me everything I’m asking for?"

"Yeah," Jordan said roughly. "Fuck yes, I can do that."

"Good boy." She leaned back, placing her hands on his thighs behind her for support. The position changed the angle again, and now Jordan had a perfect view of everything.

He could watch his cock disappearing into her pussy with every downward thrust. Could see how stretched she was around him, how her wetness coated his length, how her lips parted around him. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed.

This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Nothing will ever compare to this.

"You like watching, don’t you?" Chloe noticed where his gaze was focused, her smile turning predatory. "Like seeing me take all of you? Like watching yourself disappear inside me?"

"So much," Jordan admitted, unable to tear his eyes away. "You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect."

"Show me," Chloe demanded, bouncing harder now, faster, her voice becoming commanding again. "Show me how perfect you think I am. Come inside me. Fill me up. Give me everything you have."

Jordan’s control finally shattered completely. His hips thrust up wildly, no rhythm anymore, no finesse, just raw, desperate need. The pressure building at the base of his spine was becoming unbearable.

"Chloe," he gasped. "I’m going to. I can’t hold back anymore. I’m—"

"Yes!" She threw her head back, her hair whipping across her shoulders. "Do it! Come for me! I want to feel it!"

The orgasm hit him like a freight train, starting at the base of his spine and exploding outward through his entire body. His cock pulsed inside her, once, twice, three times, four.

"Fuck!" he shouted.

But it didn’t stop there. The Ceaseless Discharge trait activated without warning, and more cum flooded into Chloe’s pussy. Way more than should be physically possible. It just kept coming, pulse after pulse, far beyond what any normal orgasm should produce.

"Oh my God," Chloe gasped, her eyes going wide with shock and arousal. "Jordan. That’s. How are you still coming? There’s so much."

"I don’t know," Jordan managed between gasps, his body shaking with aftershocks. "I can’t control it. It won’t stop."

Chloe moaned, grinding down harder, her hips working in tight circles. "Don’t want it to stop. Want all of it. Want every single drop you can give me."

She clenched around him deliberately now, milking his cock with internal muscles he didn’t know she had, drawing out every spurt, prolonging his orgasm until he thought he might pass out from the intensity.

Jordan’s hands gripped her waist so hard he knew he’d leave bruises. He couldn’t control it, couldn’t do anything but ride out the longest, most intense orgasm of his life while she worked him with expert precision.

Finally, finally, it stopped. Jordan collapsed back against the mattress like a puppet with cut strings, his chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temples and pooling at his throat.

Chloe still sat on top of him, his cock still buried inside her despite having gone somewhat soft. She looked dazed but thoroughly satisfied, like a cat that had caught the biggest mouse in the neighborhood.

"That was," she started, then trailed off, apparently at a loss for words.

"Insane," Jordan finished for her, his voice hoarse.

"I was going to say amazing," Chloe said with a slow, wicked smile. "But insane works too. That was definitely insane. In the best possible way."

She started to lift off him, and Jordan’s hands shot out to stop her without thinking.

"Wait," he said. "Don’t move yet. Please."

"Why not?"

"Because if you do, all of that is going to leak out everywhere." Jordan gestured vaguely at where they were still connected. "And I just. I want to enjoy this for a second. I want to remember exactly how this feels."

Chloe’s expression softened at his words, the dominant mask slipping away to reveal something gentler underneath. "Okay. We can stay like this as long as you want."

She lay down on his chest carefully, her ear pressed directly over his racing heart. Jordan wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his softening cock still nestled inside her warmth.

"That was really hot," Chloe said quietly after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "The way you. Everything about it. I’ve never felt anything like that before."

"You too," Jordan replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "That whole dominant thing you did? I had no idea you had that in you. It was incredible."

"I usually save that side of myself for the camera," Chloe admitted, her finger tracing abstract patterns on his chest. "For Calypso content. It’s easier to be confident when there’s a screen between me and the audience."

"I’m glad you shared it with me. I’m honored that you trust me enough to let me see that side of you."

"Me too." Chloe lifted her head to meet his eyes. "It felt different with you, though. Better. More real."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She smiled, soft and genuine. "When I do it for subscribers, it’s all performance. Just an act. But with you I actually wanted to make you feel good. I wanted to take care of you, to give you something special. The desire was real."