Chapter 47 - The Goth

The humid Parisian air clung to Steve’s skin as Chloé practically dragged him through the bustling streets. Her hand was a vise around his wrist, her pace relentless. Every block or so, she’d spin on her heel, her black combat boots scraping against the cobblestones, and pull him into a shadowed doorway or alcove. Her kisses weren’t gentle or exploratory; they were declarations of intent, a raw, tongue-in-throat clash that left him gasping for air and did absolutely nothing to soften the rock-hard ache in his jeans. Each one was a fresh jolt of electricity straight to his already throbbing cock.

Chloé’s grip tightened as they stepped into the hotel lobby, her fingers slipping from his wrist to his hand. Without hesitation, she pressed his palm against the curve of her voluptuous chest, her tits spilling out of her corset top like ripe melons begging for attention. Steve’s eyes darted around the opulent space, panicking at the thought of being seen, but he quickly noticed something strange—the stares from the other guests weren’t judgmental. No, their faces were twisted with envy, their gazes lingering on Chloé’s bold display and his helpless arousal.

Before he could process it, she yanked him into the elevator, the doors sliding shut behind them. In a heartbeat, Chloé dropped to her knees, her fingers working frantically at his belt. The sound of his zipper echoed in the confined space, and Steve’s cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing. Her tongue danced along his length, hot and wet, slurping and teasing every inch of him. He groaned, his hips thrusting involuntarily as she took him deeper, her lips sealing around his shaft.

The elevator bell dinged, and the doors began to open. A young couple stood there, their eyes widening in shock at the scene before them. Without missing a beat, Chloé released his cock and stood up, casually swinging it in her hand like a baton. “Sorry,” she said with a wicked grin, her voice dripping with mock innocence, “this elevator is full.”she purred sensually. The doors slid shut on their stunned faces, leaving Steve flushed and breathless as Chloé sank back to her knees with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The elevator doors slid open at Chloé’s floor, and she wasted no time. Her hand shot out, gripping Steve’s dick like it was her property, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing length with a possessiveness that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core. She tugged him forward, leading him down the hallway by his cock as if it were a leash, her hips swaying with a confidence while he was stuggling walking while holding his pants. Thankfully, the corridor was empty, but Steve couldn’t shake the feeling that anyone monitoring the security cameras was having the show of a lifetime.

Chloé fumbled with the keycard for a moment before shoving the door open and pulling him inside by his dick. The second the door clicked shut, clothes started flying. Chloé yanked at the breast covering of her corset, revealing it was held together by velcro. With a rip, her tits spilled free, full and heavy, her nipples already hardened with anticipation. Steve didn’t need an invitation—his mouth latched onto them like a man starved. His tongue swirled around one nipple while his fingers teased the other, licking, sucking, and nibbling with a hunger that made Chloé moan in satisfaction.

“Yes, just like that,” she gasped, her hands tangling in his hair as she pressed his face harder into her chest. Her breath hitched, and her head fell back as Steve devoured her, his mouth working her nipples with a ferocity that left her trembling. The room was filled with the wet sounds of his mouth on her breasts, the occasional muffled groan from Steve, and Chloé’s breathy whimpers of pleasure.

She didn’t even bother with the key card at first. The door to her suite hissed shut behind them and she shoved him against it, the solid wood a shocking contrast to her softness. Her mouth found his again, hungry and desperate. Her hands were everywhere—tangling in his hair, clawing at his shoulders, sliding down to palm the massive, rigid outline of his cock through his jeans. A sharp, guttural groan was ripped from his chest.

Steve’s mouth was relentless, his tongue swirling and sucking on Chloé’s nipples like a man possessed. He lavished attention on her milk bags, his lips sealing around one nipple while his fingers pinched and teased the other, eliciting a series of breathy whimpers from her trembling lips. Meanwhile, Chloé, driven by her own desperate need, kept tugging insistently at his throbbing cock, leading him toward the bedroom with a grip that bordered on painful. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around his shaft, guiding him forward as if she couldn’t wait another second to feel him inside her.