​I reached down to the neckline of the fishnet bodysuit. I didn't bother looking for a zipper or a button. I hooked my thumbs into the mesh and yanked with a sudden, violent force.

​The sound of the thin material snapping was loud in the quiet room. The fishnet shredded instantly, the black diamonds tearing open to reveal her deep, mahogany skin underneath.

Her breasts, finally freed from the tight constriction, spilled out beautifully. They were heavy and full, the weight of them swaying slightly as she gasped at the sudden exposure. Her nipples were dark and rock-hard, pebble-like against the cool air of the penthouse.

​"Babe..." she breathed, her eyes blown wide with shock and arousal.

​I didn't give her a second to recover. I looked down at her, her body framed by the tattered remnants of the black mesh, making her look like a prize I'd just fought for. The sight of her—vulnerable, exposed, and panting on my silk sheets—was the final straw.

​I leaned down, my mouth finding the peak of one breast, my tongue swirling around the tip before I took the full weight of her into my mouth. She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as if she were afraid I'd stop.

​"You're mine, Chloe," I muttered against her skin, my voice thick with a growl. "Everything in this room, everything in this city... it all belongs to me. Especially you."

​I moved my hand down, tearing the rest of the suit away from her hips until she lay completely bare beneath me, a masterpiece of curves and heat.

I moved with a primal focus, my mouth moving from the sensitive skin of her neck to her earlobes, my breath hot and heavy. Chloe was a mess of soft whimpers and frantic gasps as I worked my fingers over her through the shredded remains of the fishnet. The textured mesh acted like an abrasive stimulator against her swelling heat, and every time I pressed down, she arched her back, her moans turning into guttural cries.

​"You like being my little whore, don't you?" I growled into her ear, my voice thick with a dark authority. "Leaving your mother's house just to come back here and beg for this?"

​"Yes, Daddy... please," she sobbed out, her pride completely gone. "I'm yours... I'm your whore. Just fuck me. Please, just fuck me!"

​I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over with a sudden, powerful jerk. She landed on her hands and knees in a perfect doggystyle position. From this angle, she was a goddess of pure excess. Her back was arched deep, making her massive, mahogany ass cheeks flare out. They were heavy, rounded, and quivering with anticipation, the skin glowing under the dim penthouse lights.

​I reached down and gripped the fishnet right at the seam of her crotch. With one sharp, violent tug, I tore a jagged line through the mesh, exposing the most intimate parts of her. Her pussy was slick and swollen, glistening in the light, and just above it, her tight, dark asshole ring twitched as the cool air hit it.

​I leaned down, burying my face between those heavy cheeks. I licked a slow, wet path from the base of her spine, over her asshole, and directly into her soaking heat.

​"Oh god, Druski!" she screamed, her head thrashing against the pillows as she dirty-talked through her teeth, telling me exactly what she wanted me to do to her.

​I pulled back, the sight of her worked-up state making my vision haze. I spat into my palm, slicking down the length of my thick, throbbing cock. I gripped myself, guiding the head to that tight, puckered entrance.

​"Hold onto the headboard, Chloe," I commanded.

​I didn't wait for her to brace herself. I lunged forward, my weight behind the thrust as I buried myself deep into her tight, constricting asshole. She let out a high-pitched, strangled cry that was half-pain and half-pure ecstasy, her entire body tensing as I filled her completely.

I didn't hold back, my thrusts coming in hard, rhythmic strikes that sent a shockwave through her entire frame. Every time I bottomed out, her heavy ass cheeks bounced and quivered against my thighs, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing in the high-ceilinged room.

​"Don't stop, Druski! Please, don't stop!" she choked out, her voice a ragged mess of desperation.

​I reached forward, grabbing both of her wrists and yanking them behind her back, locking them in a single-handed grip that forced her chest to flare out and her spine to arch even deeper. With my free hand, I reached around to the front, my fingers digging into her heavy, swaying breasts. I squeezed them hard, my thumb raking over her rigid nipples as I continued to hammer into her.

​The position was pure dominance. She was pinned, her body completely at my mercy, while I controlled the pace and the depth. The tightness of her was incredible, a constant, clenching pressure that threatened to end me right then and there.

​"Is this what you wanted?" I growled, my breath hot against the back of her neck. "This is what happens when you're a pornstar's girl. You take it all."

​She couldn't even form words anymore, just a series of high-pitched, rhythmic moans that kept time with every one of my lunges. The scent of our sweat, her perfume, and the raw musk of the act filled the air, turning the luxury penthouse into a den of primal conquest.

​I felt the heat building in my gut, a pressure that was about to explode. I shifted my grip, pulling her even closer, burying myself so deep I could feel her heart racing through her back.

I could feel her internal muscles spasming, clenching around me in a rhythmic, uncontrollable grip that told me she was right on the edge.

​"I'm close, baby... I'm gonna..." she whimpered, her head thrashing from side to side.

​I didn't slow down. If anything, I accelerated, my thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and more violent. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her arched back, my hand still gripping her wrists behind her as I whispered every filthy thing I wanted to do to her into her ear.

​The heat in my gut flared into a white-hot roar. I felt the first wave of the climax hit, a powerful, surging release that started at the base of my spine. I let out a low, guttural growl, burying myself as deep as possible into her tight heat, pinning her body against the mattress with the sheer force of my weight.

​"Take it," I commanded, my voice cracking with the effort.

​I felt her go rigid beneath me, her own climax shattering her as she let out a long, high-pitched scream into the pillows. I emptied myself into her, pulse after pulse, my vision blurring as the world narrowed down to just the two of us and the fading beat of the music in the background.

​Slowly, the adrenaline began to recede. I collapsed onto her back for a moment, both of our bodies slick with sweat and shaking from the intensity. I released her wrists, and she slumped forward, her breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches.

​The penthouse was silent again, save for the hum of the city far below. I pulled out and rolled onto my back, staring up at the darkened ceiling. Chloe crawled toward me, tucking herself under my arm and resting her head on my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my tattoos in a silent, exhausted surrender.

​She had fought for her place, and for tonight, she had earned it. But as I closed my eyes, I knew this was only the beginning of the chaos my new life would bring.

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