Making Chloe Mine (Part 3) [M/F, breeding, friends to lovers, semi-noncon, impregnation, milking, caretaking, gentledom, slow burn, fingering, virgin, first-time, softcore]

**Note from the author:**

Hey folks, my name is Aiden. This is my first time writing an erotic story (so keep that in mind.) The story alternates POV between Oliver and Chloe per chapter. If you notice any spelling or grammar mistakes, notify me and I will fix them. Also, this is the third chapter I had pre-written, so expect a delay while I write the remaining chapters. If you have any personal requests you’d like to include, PM me and I’ll vet them. Happy cumming, y’all.

**Summary:**

In this chapter, Oliver finds out Chloe’s secret and their relationship swiftly changes.

**Part 3: Chloe’s secret (Oliver’s Perspective)**

It’s been three days since the “bath” incident. Chloe was practically living with me at this point. The doctor said she’d have the cast on for six to eight weeks, so I had plenty of time to make her feel at home.

Getting to touch her had helped me cool down a bit; mainly because I knew she was mine now. She had reacted as if no one had ever laid a finger on her before.

*Fucking hell…the way she moaned made it nearly impossible not to hop in there with her and torture her whole body with pleasure.*

I thought back to her short relationships with various “boyfriends” throughout the years. None of them were particularly horrible, just a bit sleazy. I had dated around as well, trying to shove down the idea of her being with anyone else. Sex felt great in the moment, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was cheating on her every time. Eventually I just gave up and started meditating to suppress my Chloe-centered fantasies. All that did was provide my brain the space and time to imagine all the things I could do to her. Shibari rope play was one of my favorite scenarios. Turns out gramps had a room downstairs for that. Apparently, the pervy gene is hereditary.

I walk up behind Chloe as she balances on one leg, cutting strawberries. Her sweet ass is begging for my hands in those ridiculously tight yoga pants I had picked up from her house. I’d waited long enough and couldn’t suppress the urge any longer. She places the knife down on the cutting board to scoop the strawberries into the bowl and I slink up behind her.

Learning forward, I wrap my arms around her waist, and she jumps. I firmly press against her plump bum and stoop down, speaking in hushed tones through her long brown hair.

“Chloe, have you ever had sex?” I whisper, knowing the feeling of my warm words will make her melt.

She pauses, breaks free of my grip, and then squarely smacks my chest. Hard.

We stand there, staring at each other in astonishment at her sudden act of violence.

Her eyes widen and she looks away, but I can tell from her increasingly scarlet tone that it’s true.

*She’s never had sex before.*

I feel laughter boil up from within me. The kind of laughter that starts at your belly and makes you bend over in hysterics until you fall to the ground.

Throughout high school, Chloe was labeled a “slut” simply because her bust, waist, and ass filled out earlier than her peers. At first, she’d come cry to me about it, but eventually she decided that the only way through that mess was to own it. She started telling everyone about her sexual escapades, dressing in more revealing clothes, and even going on dates. This trend tracked all the way through her undergraduate psychology degree.

*How could she be a virgin at 23?*

She hangs her head in shame and crumples to the ground, sobbing. All the laughter sucks back up inside me and I rush to her, but she frantically shoves me away.

“You must think I’m pathetic, huh?” she cries and tightens her arms around her knees.

I shake my head and scorn myself for asking that incredibly selfish question. *Look what you’ve done now, fool.*

Gingerly, I get to my knees, place my hand atop her head, and hug her to me.

“I’m sorry Chloe, that was mean. You’re not pathetic at all. You just always pretend to be such a tough and experienced cookie, I sometimes forget how delicate you are under that strong exterior – but you don’t have to pretend around me,” I offer, rubbing her back.

She shifts slightly and raises her eyes from the wooden floor of my kitchen. It looks like she wants to say something but is so terrified that nothing will come out. Her soft pink lips glisten in afternoon sun and the fragrance of strawberries wafts towards me.

I take a deep breath, place both palms on either side of her and lean in. Our lips meet; she stiffens up, and then relaxes into the kiss.

It feels like I’m making out with heaven embodied in a woman. I wind one hand around the back of her neck and pull her deeper into my embrace. She lets out faint moans and I run my lips along her ear, following her long neck down to her collar bone.

A small hand pushes against my shoulder and I look up to see her blushing cheeks.

*This expression…so cute…god dammit.*

“Will – um…” she stutters and then breaths in deeply. “Will you show me?” Chloe yells in a rush. It sounds more like an order than a question.

“Show you what, darling?” I push her further. Yes, it was a bit cruel, but the desperate, pleading, face she was making is worth this brief moment of embarrassment. I’ve never seen her this flustered and I feel my cock strain against my pants.

“Te-teach me about sex,” she pants and closes her eyes.

“Why don’t you try that again. Look at me and tell me what you want,” I demand.

Chloe slowly opens her eyes and sheepishly glares at me.

“Ol- Oliver…teach me about sex please,” she begs, slightly parting her legs.

*Is there anything more a man could ask for? Honestly. I get to teach the girl I’ve been lusting over since grade school everything I know about sex. Scratch that- I get to train her, and the minute I start she’ll be high off my touch.*

As usual, I lift her up and carry her to the bedroom. Since her cast was put on, being her personal carriage had become a hobby of mine. The room took on a golden light, as if it were accepting the new context it would create. This is where I’d worship her.

I place her on the bed and rummage through the dresser until I find a ribbon-style blindfold. She looks taken aback.

“Oliver, why do you have that?” she scoffs.

“Oh sweetie, this is the tamest item in my whole arsenal.” I stroll up to her and slide behind her back on the bed, straddling her between my legs. I tenderly tie the ribbon around her eyes and then begin to shed her clothes. She’s wearing only adorable pastel pink lace panties without a bra.

*Fragile little lamb, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. You have no idea how depraved I really am, do you? Would you have stayed if you knew?*

I grab some coconut oil from along the bedside and lather my hands up. She’s shaking under my fingertips.

“Shhh, it’s okay honey. Just breathe, this will feel good. Be brave for me, yes?” I coo, as I slide both of my hands from the base of her breasts to the very tips of her nipples. Her boobs perfectly fit my hands and I know she can feel my heated erection pressing into her ass from behind.

*She doesn’t even know that I’m practicing milking her.*

Her innocence overwhelms me, and I can’t hold back my excitement. I squeeze her nipples hard, and she gasps.

“Be gentle!” Chloe begs, but I just kiss her neck in response until she’s slouching in my arms. I continue the motion and her mouth begins drooling in pleasure as I turn her into my personal fuck puddle.

“Good girl. See? That’s right, this is what your body is made for. To give you pleasure.”

Even though I desperately want to hump her ass I suppress the urge and focus on her. I slide out from behind her and lay her on her back. Her gorgeous boobs are pink from the stimulation of my hands.

I slide my tongue over her left nipple, and she yelps in response. A second later I latch on and use my right hand to gently roll her nipple between my fingertips. Her breathing speeds up. I can feel her heartbeat through my lips. I slide both of my hands from the base of her breasts and push her nipples together, taking them into my mouth, and squeeze. I suck wildly at her luscious, huge nipples at a relentless pace.

*“I’ll be doing this to you when you’re pregnant with my baby, Chloe” I think to myself as my cock stiffens even further. I fight back the desire to rip her panties off and fuck my cum into her.*

“Good girl,” I praise as I feel her push up towards my lips.

Chloe moans out in ecstasy and I feel her squeeze her thighs together below me until she collapses. I release her breasts and softly rub my fingers over her nipples and then slide my hands down her waist.

“Almost done,” I tease, knowing she’s now desperate for more. I reach up and remove the blind fold and she shyly glimpses at me. I want to see her eyes for this next part.

As I slide my thumb up and down the wet crease of her panties, she clutches the comforter to cope with the over stimulation. Backing up, I drop her panties down her legs until her cute little pussy is revealed. To my dismay, she had waxed it. I always prefer hair, but it’s glorious regardless. I push her legs back with my left hand and shoulder. She hopelessly attempts to cover herself, but I swat her hand away easily.

“Nope, I’m going to look at the parts of you that no one else but me can see,” I announce. “Eyes on me Chloe. Watch me look at your exquisite little pussy.”

Her eyes bashfully drift towards me. I methodically part her labia with my middle and index fingers; her gorgeous teeny clit is standing up erect, needy for my lips. Girl cum has soaked her thighs and the sweet floral smell almost makes me pass out. I flatten my tongue into a pancake and repeatedly lap from the base of her pretty pink pussy up to her clit. Sure enough, she tastes of honey and musky fresh forest rain. It’s an indescribable effervescent taste that makes my head swim.

I lift my head up in exacerbation as I continue to rub her clit with my thumb. “Chloe, if you want me to stop, you need to tell me now. I’m not sure I can control myself baby,” I warn. I genuinely don’t want to hurt her, but my body feels like it’s been possessed by some sex-starved demon.

“Shut up and keep going,” she pleads.

Her approval leads me to a place of overpowering lust. My tongue is now trying to work its way up into her pussy, so I can directly relish that addicting taste.

I suck her clit between my lips and place one finger at her entrance.

“Relax, okay love? I’m going to stretch you out so you can take my cock soon, but I’ll do it slowly, so it doesn’t hurt as much.”

She nods in anguish.

Gradually, I work my middle finger into her scorching vagina. It feels like silky, gooey velvet and she writhes under my touch.

“You’re doing such a good job taking my fingers,” I praise her.

I work my finger in and out of her and continue sucking on her clit. Her pussy is gushing down my palm, soaking me in her wetness.

“Excellent sweetie, let’s do one more.”

I continue fucking her with my finger and mouth. When I feel her squeeze my finger, I cautiously glide two digits into her. She twitches around my fingers, and I subtly spread them to stretch her hymen out. I don’t stop sucking on her clit until she tries to shove my lips away from her sensitive body.

Chloe was an exhausted floppy mess by the time we were done, and I knew the slight blood on my hand meant that taking my cock right now would be uncomfortable. I’d have to wait, but at least she would be ready for me next time. Jacking off in the shower while sniffing her cum soaked panties would have to do.

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uu5key/making_chloe_mine_part_1_mf_breeding_friends_to/): Determination (Oliver’s Perspective)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uua42e/making_chloe_mine_part_2_mf_breeding_friends_to/): Almost Done (Chloe’s Perspective)

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