Chapter 90 Chloe

• 'Yes... own me, Gordon. It's so intense,' Chloe cried, her body twisting slightly to take him better, matching his rhythm with eager lifts of her hips. The position allowed for teasing touches, his fingers circling her clit as she writhed beneath him.
• They transitioned seamlessly to grinding missionary, her legs wrapped around his waist as he hovered above, hips circling in slow, deliberate grinds rather than straight thrusts. 'Grind on my cock, Chloe—feel every bit of me rubbing inside you,' he urged, his voice low and nasty.
• She bucked up to meet him, nails raking his back. 'Rub against me harder—God, it's perfect. Don't ever stop fucking me like this.' The friction built friction built to a fever pitch, their moans crescendoing into shared ecstasy.