Page 36 of Smut Lovers
“Oh, baby, you’re soaked,” he growls, a low rumble that vibrates through me, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins.
“So much,” I moan, arching my body up into his touch, desperate for more, my defiance melting away under his dominance.
He chuckles darkly, his lips trailing down my neck, his stubble scratching against my sensitive skin, heightening my desire. “Such a needy little girl,” he taunts, his teeth grazing my collarbone, eliciting a whimper from my lips.
Zane hovers over my breasts, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race. “So, fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, but it makes me want to cover my imperfections. My body is far from his perfection, and it makes me feel vulnerable.
I try to hide my face in the pillow, but he doesn’t allow it.
“Talk to me. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asks.
I don’t want to voice my low opinions of myself to him. I want to be the person he describes.
“It’s nothing,” I whisper softly.
Concern etches across his face as his brows furrow. “Wren, I know when you’re lying, and we will have none of that between us. Now, do you want to rethink that statement?”
Heat rises in my cheeks. I’ve never been called out for my bullshit, but Zane doesn’t hesitate. “My body,” I begin as I close my eyes. “It’s… not perfect.” I keep my eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to see the expression on his face.
“Look at me,” he orders, but I don’t budge. “Wren… I said look. At. Me.”
My eyes flutter open as a tear streams down my face.
“You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, baby. Your curves make my mouth water. I’ve wanted you for months and I finally have you in my grasp.
Don’t let society standards skew what real perfection actually looks like.
” His eyes twinkle with mischief before lowering his mouth to my nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over me.
He alternates between sucking and licking my nipples, sending electric sparks of pleasure radiating through my body. My hands itch to tangle in his hair, to pull him closer, to feel him devouring me completely.
“Oh god, Zane,” I moan, the sound echoing off the walls, filled with desperation.
He lifts his head, a devilish grin spreading across his face, his eyes dancing with desire. “Not god, baby. Just Daddy.”
With a swift motion, he releases my hands, his fingers caressing my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He spreads my legs wide, the cool air brushing against my slick pussy, sending shivers down my spine.
“Such a pretty little cunt,” he purrs, his thumb finding my clit, swirling around the sensitive bud with a teasing touch.
My body trembles beneath him, the pleasure building with every stroke of his fingers. I can feel the tension mounting, my muscles taut with anticipation. “You want to come, baby?” he asks, his voice a low rumble that sends a thrill through me.
“Yes,” I gasp, my hips bucking against his hand, craving release.
He chuckles, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Not yet.”
Before I can protest, his mouth finds my pussy, his tongue delving deep inside, exploring every inch of me with a fierce hunger.
My head falls back against the pillow, my hands gripping the sheets as he feasts on my cunt, his stubble scraping against my skin, heightening the pleasure to unbearable levels.
“Fuck,” I groan, the sensation threatening to overwhelm me as he continues to devour me, his tongue moving in slow, torturous circles.
He looks up, his gaze locking onto mine, dark and hungry. “Such a dirty mouth.”
“Maybe you should wash it out then,” I tease, biting my lip, daring him to push me further.
“Oh, baby, you know just what to say to get under my skin,” he growls, diving back in, his tongue and lips driving me to the brink.
My hands find his hair, pulling him closer, my hips grinding against his face, begging for release. “Yes, yes, don’t stop,” I moan, the release within reach.
Just as I’m about to come, he pulls away, leaving me breathless and aching for more. “Not yet, little songbird. Your Daddy hasn’t had his fun yet,” he purrs, a wicked grin playing at the corners of his lips.
Without a moment's warning, he seizes me, flipping me over with a primal force that sends my heart racing. My face is pressed into the mattress, the fabric cool against my flushed skin, as he pins my wrists behind my back with a grip that is both firm and possessive.
“Such a bad girl,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear, igniting a fire deep within me. The weight of his body pressing against mine is intoxicating, a reminder of the power he holds.
“And you're the worst boss ever,” I shoot back defiantly, the rebellious spark in my eyes refusing to dim.
“Oh, really? We’ll see about that,” he smirks, a dangerous glint in his gaze.
In an instant, he delivers a sharp slap to my ass, the sting jolting through me like electricity, mixing pain with a thrilling rush of pleasure.
“Ouch!” I yelp, my voice muffled by the pillow, the sound swallowed by the intensity of the moment.
“Did you forget who’s in charge, Wren?” he challenges, his voice low and laced with authority.
I lift my head, twisting to meet his gaze, the fire of defiance burning bright. “You might control that job, but you're not the boss of me.”
His chuckle is dark, sending a shiver down my spine as he grips my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”
He releases my wrists, his hands trailing down my arms, leaving a burning path of desire in their wake. His fingers dip inside me, the sensation filling me completely, as his thumb presses against my clit with a pressure that sends waves of pleasure radiating through my body.
“I’m going to make you come over and over again until you’re a shaking mess, Wren. Show me how much you love it when your Daddy takes control.”
“Zane,” I moan, the sound muffled by the mattress as my hips grind against his hand, chasing the pleasure he offers.
“Yes, that’s it, baby. Come for me,” he growls, his voice a low rumble, as his fingers curl inside me, hitting just the right spot, igniting the fire within.
“Oh, god, yes,” I cry out, the pleasure exploding within me, the release washing over me like a tidal wave. My body shudders, the tension draining from my muscles, as I collapse against the bed, breathless and sated.
He rolls me onto my back, his lips crashing against mine with an intensity that steals my breath. The kiss is possessive, demanding, igniting every nerve ending in my body as his mouth trails down my neck, his stubble tickling my skin.
“I could eat your cunt all night, baby,” he groans, his teeth grazing my collarbone, his tongue tracing the delicate contour of my shoulder.
“Zane,” I breathe, lost in the sensations he evokes.
“I love hearing you say my name,” he whispers, his fingers finding my nipple, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
My hand glides down his stomach, his abs tightening under my touch. His cock is rock hard, the length straining against his boxers.
“So big,” I murmur, my hand wrapping around his shaft, the girth making my pussy ache.
“You think you’re ready for Daddy’s cock, little girl?”
“Yes,” I breathe, the anticipation coursing through me, the thought of him filling me making my heart race.
With a swift motion, he slides his boxers down, his cock springing free, the sight of it making my mouth water with longing. He strokes himself, his eyes locked onto mine, intense and hungry, as if he can see straight through to my very soul.
“Do you want Daddy’s cock, baby?” he asks, his voice a seductive growl.
“Yes, please,” I breathe, my pussy throbbing with need, the overwhelming desire for him consuming me.
He lines himself up with my entrance, the tip of his cock teasing my slick folds.
“Tell Daddy what you want.”
“I want you inside me,” I moan, my body arching toward him, the tension mounting within me.
“This will only hurt for a moment then I’ll make you feel so much better,” he murmurs, his mouth crashing against mine, the kiss intense and possessive, as he thrusts into me, his cock stretching me, filling me completely.
The pain mixed with the pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and it leaves me breathless, clinging to him, desperate for more.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his breath warm against my lips, as he begins to move, his hips rocking in a slow, torturous rhythm.
“Zane,” I gasp, the sensation overwhelming, the mix of pleasure and pain sending me into orbit.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls, his hands roaming over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“Please,” I moan, my body arching into his touch, the friction of his cock driving me wild.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers, his eyes burning with intensity, as he fucks me harder.
The heat radiating between us ignites a fire that refuses to be quenched. Each thrust of his cock drives me closer to the edge, the pleasure building within me. I can feel every inch of him, the way he stretches me, fills me, and owns me.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as I urge him on, craving more of his touch, more of his dominance.
He smirks, the wicked gleam in his eyes sending a thrill of excitement through me. “I don’t plan to,” he growls, increasing the pace, his hips pounding into me with a delicious intensity.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with our breathless gasps and moans, creating a symphony of desire that echoes through the night. Each thrust sends me spiraling further into ecstasy, my body arching to meet his, craving every ounce of him.
“You’re mine, Wren,” he declares, his voice low and commanding, as he captures my lips in a heated kiss, his tongue dancing with mine, deepening our connection.
“Yours,” I breathe between kisses, the word a promise, a plea, a declaration of the bond we share in this moment.
As the hours pass, we lose ourselves in each other, the line between pleasure and pain blurring as he pushes my limits, exploring every inch of my body with a hunger that feels insatiable. I can feel the tension building, the familiar coil tightening within me, threatening to snap at any moment.