Chloe Marquez Porn Novels & Stories

I push open the front door of my house, the wood slamming shut behind me. Chloe is standing right there in the living room, waiting for me. The moment she sees me, she steps forward. "Marcus? Where have you been? I—" I don't hear the rest of her sentence. Seeing her face makes my stomach churn. It is like Richard is standing in my house, taunting me. Before my brain can filter the rage, I stride across the room, grabbing her roughly by the upper arms. “Get out!” I grit my teeth. Chloe blinks as a nervous laugh escapes her lips. “Well, straight into the roleplay I guess, but we need to talk before sex.”

Chloe exclaimed. “Exactly my point! Older men are so f@cking hot! Boys my age look nothing like them. When you see men like that, you think about s*x…” “BELLA! You're crazy!” Chloe interrupted. “I know! You never cease to remind me.” Isabella shook her head and turned her attention back to the phone. “F@ck! Just imagining myself as his woman!” She exclaimed one last time before swiping to the next slide. Chloe rested her head on her palm as she stared at Isabella in awe.

Chloe was glowing with happiness, talking about their perfect future, while I sat there full of her fiancé’s cum. Later that night, during a quiet moment when Chloe went to the bathroom, Marcus cornered me again near the coat check. He pushed me against the wall, slid his hand under my dress, and pushed two fingers into my sloppy pussy. “Still full of me,” he whispered, kissing my neck. “Good girl.” I moaned softly, grinding against his hand. But then Chloe’s laughter echoed from nearby. Marcus pulled his fingers out, licked them clean while staring at me, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Mara is more like a sex lover but also a lovely girl, Chloe is more laid back when it comes to sex but still, I didn't find it in me to tell them. I left the room to meet with them and just like always, they were so gorgeous and breathtaking "Let's go" Chloe said, the excitement in her voice couldn't be concealed. "Why so happy Chloe?" I asked but Chloe got more embarrassed and refused to talk. "You don't need to worry Chloe girl, I will tell her myself" Mara beamed and I could see Chloe fuming silently but didn't say anything. "You have no idea little Grace, Chloe is trying to hook up with one irresistible guy like that from the club. She met him yesterday night and both of them happened to

"Show me how much of a little slut you’ve been, Chloe. Show me how much you like being used while your father watches." As Maya’s tongue touched me again under his scorching gaze, I let out a jagged moan. The shame was being drowned out by a tide of dark, forbidden pleasure. Marcus watched every flick of Maya’s tongue, his hand tightening in my hair. "Look at me when she does it," Marcus growled. "Look at me, Chloe, and tell me who you belong to." "You," I sobbed, my hips bucking as the orgasm finally crashed over me. "I belong to you, Daddy."

"That. Look, your teacher gives way too many trick questions. It’s not my fault." "Not your fault?" Maya stepped closer, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Chloe, I just checked the online portal. This isn't just one quiz. I got two Ds! What the hell are you doing? Have you been flopping my results on purpose?"

My own core was completely slick, aching for the friction. "Chloe, come here," I commanded. The blonde crawled over on her hands and knees, and her sundress bunched around her waist. She hovered over me, her eyes dark with a newfound, feral confidence. She lowered her body, straddled my chest, and pressed her dripping wet centre right against my mouth. I didn't waste a second. I took her in again, my tongue darting deep inside her while my fingers reached down to guide Mex. Mex stepped up to the edge of the table, his eyes locked on the sight of Chloe riding my face. He positioned his thick, rigid length right at my entrance.

"Drenched. You've been thinking about this all night, haven't you? While you were plating that fish, while you were scrubbing the stations... you were imagining me doing this to you." "Yes," she gasped, her face pressed against the polished wood. "Please, Chef. Please." "Please what? Be specific. I want to hear the words." "Please... fuck me. Please stretch me out. I want to feel you inside me." Marco chuckled, a dark, guttural sound. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He didn't massage it; he pressed down firmly, a sharp spark of pressure that made Chloe arch her back and cry out.

Quin looked down from the upper bunk bed, watching them, touching herself and rubbing her swollen clit with her fingers. Marcus’s grip tightened on Mara’s throat. Now it was a proper choke. His fingers constricted, restricting her airflow for a few seconds at the peak of a thrust. Her eyes widened, a surge of panic and euphoria mixing as her cunt clenched around him, spasming with intense pleasure. “You come when I say,” he rasped, releasing the pressure just enough for her to gulp a ragged breath. “Not when you want.”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Alexander, I really didn't know," said the manager as he bowed to Alexander. "What did you do to me? Isn't the person you're insulting is Chloe?" Alexander retorted, raising his voice an octave. Mr. Manager stood up straight, then he pulled Nicole, whose face was very pale. "This ignorant woman deceived us. She is the one claiming to be the granddaughter of Mr. Mourinho." A frightened Maria spoke up, "I was tricked by Nicole too. I have no idea about Chloe being Mr. Mourinho's real granddaughter. This is all Nicole's fault. If only we knew, we wouldn't have treated Chloe like this."