​I positioned myself, my hands gripping the generous, resilient mounds of her ass cheeks. The sensation of her smooth, slick skin against my palms was an immediate rush. I didn't care about the consequences; I had to feel her.

​I pressed the head of my cock against her opening. It was already wet, hot, and waiting. The anticipation was overwhelming.

​I drove forward, not with the explosive force she might have expected, but with agonizing slowness. I watched her muscles twitch and contract around me as I penetrated her, inch by deliberate inch. I was maximizing the sensation for both of us, protecting my back with careful, controlled power.

​"Oh... God... Druski," she gasped, her voice tightening as I eased deeper.

​The feeling was electric, skin to skin, the heat and friction magnified by the absence of latex. She was impossibly tight, gripping me with a strength that was purely primal.

​I reached the hilt, burying myself completely inside her wet, beautiful pussy. I leaned my body against her back, bracing myself to stabilize my lower spine. I held still for a long moment, letting the shocking intimacy of being raw inside her wash over me.

​"That's it," I whispered, resting my chin on her shoulder. "Feel that, Chloe? You're mine now."

​I started moving—a slow, deep, grinding motion, allowing her body to do most of the work by riding the powerful strokes. Each thrust was measured, designed to stretch and fill her completely.

​"Harder," she begged, twisting her hips back against me, trying to force more speed. "Fuck me like you mean it, Druski."

​I listened to her, accelerating the pace, but still maintaining the depth and control. I pulled her hips back against mine and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose her throat. I placed rough, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder and neck, marking her skin while driving into her aggressively.

​The sight of her ass rocking with every stroke, the wet sounds echoing in the room, the raw feeling of her heat surrounding my cock—it all pushed me over the edge. My rhythm became a frantic, desperate pounding. I abandoned all caution, driven only by the need to spill myself inside her.

​I leaned in closer, letting the rest of my weight drop onto her body, the gentle crushing pressure adding another layer to the intimacy. I moved my hands from her hips to hers, interlocking our fingers together above her head, binding us in the heat of the moment.

​Then I began making careful but hard thrusts, driving my cock even deeper inside her pussy. The angle was perfect, and the raw, unhindered friction sent me spiraling closer to the edge.

​"Oh-yes-yes-yes fuck, you're ruining my pussy," she cried out, the pleasure and the pain of the intensity mingling in her voice.

​I heard her, but I was beyond stopping. The words were a catalyst. I pushed one final time, a deep, primal drive that felt like it connected us at the soul. My climax detonated with violent force, a massive release that flooded her hot interior. I collapsed completely, my body heavy and shaking, burying my face into the curve of her neck, my seed spilling raw and hot inside the woman who now belonged entirely to me.

​I held her there for a long time, the silence broken only by our ragged, synchronized breathing. The sharp pain in my back was a dull roar now, but the triumph of the release was absolute.

​Slowly and carefully, I pulled out of her, the withdrawal a long, slick farewell. I rolled off and onto my side, immediately wincing as my back protested the rough treatment. I pulled her against me, spooning her tight, my hand resting possessively on her hip.

​She was spent, lying still in the aftermath, her skin damp and warm.

​"The goat, Druski," she finally murmured, her voice a ghost of its former self, filled with complete satisfaction. "You did ruin me."

​I waited until her breathing evened out, until the last residual tremors faded. Then, and only then, did I pivot. The sex was done. The payment for her allegiance was settled.

​I pulled her closer, my hand moving from her hip to her stomach, tracing a firm, professional line.

​I pulled her closer, my hand moving from her hip to her stomach, tracing a firm, professional line.

​"Anybody ever told you that you really taste good, Chloe?" I said.

​"I don't need anyone to tell me, I know. This is a voodoo pussy. It has magic. Once you stick inside it, you become addicted," she said, drawing slow, sensual circles on my chest with her finger.

​"I can't dispute that. I think I'm already a Chloe pussy crackhead," I said.

​She giggled, a sound of deep, satisfied exhaustion.

​I looked at her; she was clearly overwhelmed. It seemed like I had fucked her too hard, pushing her past the limit of stamina.

​"Druski...?" she said, clearly struggling against sleep.

​"Hmm?" I said.

​"Would... would you want me to move back into your life?" she asked, the question delivered in a sleepy, vulnerable whisper.

​My heart jumped. I hadn't been ready for such a direct question. She was beautiful, yes. But now that I had fucked her, I didn't feel the same excitement I had felt at the park. The sexual craving was satisfied, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to have something serious with her. My focus was purely on the company.

​I kissed her forehead. "I think you deserve a nice solid nap."

​She didn't press. Sleep completely overpowered her in the warmth of the sheets. I carefully tugged the silk duvet up, tucking her in nicely. Then, I slid out of the bed, feeling the protest in my lower back, and headed for the shower.

​After the shower, I returned to the bedroom, now dressed in a fresh pair of slacks and a t-shirt. Chloe was deep in sleep, her exhaustion ensuring the privacy I needed. This was my moment.

picked up the phone I had previously left on the bedside table. There was a new message waiting.

​[Sasha: bro can't you have sex on mute. You're disturbing us, we are trying to sleep."]

​She was back.

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