Chapter 83| Playing With Maren R18+

Chapter 83: Chapter 83| Playing With Maren R18+

Maren didn’t tease. She didn’t hover. She took him.

Her lips parted, and she drew the slick, swollen head of his cock into the warm cavern of her mouth. Zane’s entire body tensed, a choked sound escaping his throat. She kept her eyes locked on his, watching the way his jaw went slack, the way his dark eyes fluttered half-closed. Then she pushed further, taking him deeper, inch by thick inch, until she felt him nudge the back of her throat.

"Fuck...," Zane hissed, his hand flying to her hair. His fingers tangled in the soft strands, not forcing, just holding on as if she were the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth. "Fuck, yes. Just like that."

She hummed around him, the vibration sending a jolt straight up his spine. Her mouth moved up and down in a steady rhythm, her lips stretched tight around his girth. Saliva slicked his shaft, making each stroke smooth and wet. She could feel him twitching against her tongue, the telltale signs of his control fraying at the edges.

Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. Zane’s hips bucked involuntarily, driving himself deeper into her throat. She took it, relaxing her jaw, breathing through her nose. He moaned louder now, his fingers tightening in her hair.

"Maren, I’m..." His voice was wrecked, barely a whisper. "I’m about to come."

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she increased her pace, her head bobbing faster as she sucked him with renewed intensity. Zane’s back arched off the bed, a guttural groan tearing from his chest as he erupted. Hot, salty spurts filled her mouth, and she swallowed, taking every pulse, every shudder. She didn’t stop until he was spent, his body trembling beneath her.

Maren pulled off him slowly, her lips leaving his cock with an obscene pop. She looked up at him, a satisfied smile curving her swollen lips as she ran her tongue over them, making a show of savoring him. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, still smiling.

Zane lay there for a moment, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling. Then he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes dark with a new kind of hunger.

"Now your turn," he said, his voice still rough.

Maren’s heart stuttered. She sat back on her heels, suddenly feeling the full weight of her own arousal pressing against the damp fabric of her skirts. Zane moved before she could respond, his hands finding her hips and guiding her onto her back with a gentle firmness. The mattress dipped beneath her, and suddenly he was hovering over her, his body radiating heat.

His fingers found the waistband of her shirt. He didn’t rush. He traced the elastic slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, asking a silent question. She lifted her hips in answer. He pulled the short skirt down her legs, revealing the panties beneath. It was pink, patterned with tiny cats.

Zane paused. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"Cat panties, huh?"

Maren’s face flushed, but she didn’t look away. "Do you like them?"

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he pressed two fingers against the damp fabric between her legs. The material clung to her, soaked through, and he could feel the heat radiating from her core. His nostrils flared.

"Bad girl," he muttered, his voice thick with want.

She shivered at the words, her hips tilting toward his touch. "Just for you, Zane."

He peeled the panties down her legs, leaving her completely bare. The cool air of the room hit her slick folds, making her gasp. Zane’s gaze dropped, and he stared at her with an intensity that made her feel utterly exposed and completely desired.

His hand moved first. His fingers found her slit, sliding through her wetness with a slow, deliberate stroke. Maren’s breath hitched, her thighs trembling.

"Arghh, fuck," she moaned, her head pressing back into the pillow.

He stroked her again, his touch featherlight, teasing. His fingers circled her entrance, spreading her arousal, but never pushing inside. She squirmed beneath him, desperate for more.

Then he gave her one finger. It slid in easily, welcomed by how ready she was. He pumped it slowly, curling it just enough to make her gasp. Then he added a second. The stretch was delicious, her inner walls clenching around him. He began to move faster, his fingers thrusting in a steady rhythm that had her hips rising to meet him.

A third finger joined, and Maren cried out, her nails digging into the sheets. The fullness was intoxicating, but it wasn’t enough. She needed him. All of him.

"Fuck..," she panted, her voice breaking. "Just put your cock in me already. I want it. I need it."

Zane smirked, his fingers never faltering. "Wait a bit," he murmured, his tone infuriatingly calm. "Don’t spoil the fun."

Before she could protest, he lowered his head. His mouth found her pussy, and the world went white. He licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, flattening his tongue against her sensitive flesh. Maren’s back arched, a strangled moan escaping her lips.

He did it again. And again. Each pass of his tongue was a symphony of sensation, alternating between broad, flat licks and sharp, pointed flicks at her clit. His lips closed around the bundle of nerves, sucking gently, and she thought she might die from the pleasure.

His hands weren’t idle. They reached up, finding her small, perfect breasts. His fingers found her nipples, already hard, and he pinched and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. The dual assault, his mouth on her cunt, his hands on her breasts was overwhelming.

Maren’s thighs closed around his head, her heels digging into his back. She was babbling now, a stream of incoherent pleas and curses and his name. Her fingers clawed at his hair, holding him against her as if she could absorb him through sheer will.

Zane groaned against her, the vibration sending shockwaves through her core. He could taste how much she wanted him, could feel her thighs trembling around his ears. Her clit pulsed beneath his tongue, and he knew she was close.

But he didn’t let up. He doubled his efforts, sucking harder, licking faster, his fingers pinching her nipples with just the right amount of pressure. He wanted to feel her shatter against his mouth. No...He needed it.

Maren’s breath came in short, sharp gasps. Her hips bucked wildly against his face. The pressure inside her built and built, coiling tight in her belly, until it felt like she might snap in half.

"Zane...oh fuck....I’m going to..."

Her words dissolved into a wordless cry as the orgasm ripped through her. Her body convulsed, her thighs clamping around him like a vice. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, and Zane held on, riding it out with her, his tongue gentling but never quite stopping, drawing out every last shudder until she collapsed, boneless and trembling, against the mattress.

He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips glistening with her. He looked down at her sprawled body, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a deep, beautiful white. Her eyes were half-open, dazed and sated.

Zane crawled up her body, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She could taste herself on him, and it made her shiver.

"We’re not done yet," he whispered against her mouth.