Chapter 84| Playing With Maren R18+

Chapter 84: Chapter 84| Playing With Maren R18+

Zane pulled back just enough to look at her. His dark eyes held a glint of mischief, a promise of what was coming. He shifted his weight, positioning himself between her thighs, and reached down. His hand wrapped around his cock, still slick with her taste from his mouth. He gave himself a few slow strokes, spreading the precum along his length.

The sound it made was wet. Obscene.

"Okay," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Now I’ll give it to you."

He guided the head of his cock to her entrance. The tip nudged against her slick folds, and he paused, watching her face. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted. She nodded, just a tiny movement.

He pushed.

The plush sound of his cock sliding into her wet pussy filled the room. It was unmistakable, a wet, sucking noise that spoke of how ready she was. How much she wanted this. Her body welcomed him, her inner walls parting easily around his girth. He slid in deep, all the way to the hilt, in one smooth, unbroken motion.

Maren gasped. Her hands flew to the bedsheet, her fingers gripping the fabric so tight her knuckles went white. Her back arched, her mouth falling open in a silent cry. Then the sound came, a ragged, breathless moan that seemed to be pulled from somewhere deep inside her.

"Fuck..," she breathed.

Zane closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feel of her. Hot. Tight. Clenching around him. It was almost too much. He held still, letting her adjust, letting himself feel every inch of her.

"Fuck..," he echoed, his voice strained.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. Her fair skin was flushed a deep, beautiful pink. Her small breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Her hair was spread out on the pillow like a dark halo. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Now I’m going to move," he said.

He pulled his hips back slowly, watching his cock slide out of her, slick and glistening. Then he thrust forward, burying himself inside her again. The sound was wetter this time, a soft, squelching noise that made his head spin.

He found a rhythm. Long, deep strokes that pushed him all the way in, then pulled him almost all the way out. Each thrust drew a moan from her lips, each withdrawal a whimper of loss. She lifted her hips to meet him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," Zane grunted, his pace increasing. "So wet. So fucking perfect."

Maren’s nails raked down his back, leaving red lines in their wake. She didn’t care. She couldn’t think. All she could do was feel. The stretch of him inside her. The fullness. The way he filled her completely, like he was made to be there.

"Harder," she gasped. "Please, Zane. Harder."

He obliged. His hips snapped forward, his thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard knocking against the wall. The sound of their bodies slapping together mixed with their ragged breaths and moans, filling the small apartment.

Zane could feel it building. The pressure at the base of his spine. The tingling in his balls. He was close. Too close.

"Fuck," he hissed. "I’m going to burst."

He pulled out of her with a wet pop, his cock throbbing and slick with her juices. He stroked himself twice, three times, and then he came. Hot ropes of cum spilled onto the bedsheet, painting the fabric white. His body shuddered, a guttural groan tearing from his chest. He kept stroking, milking every last drop, until he was spent.

He collapsed beside her, his chest heaving. For a moment, the only sound was their breathing.

His cock was still hard. It stood at attention, glistening and proud, not ready to give up the fight.

Maren looked at him. A slow smile spread across her lips, wicked and knowing. She propped herself up on her elbow, her eyes roaming over his body. Over his chest, his abs, and finally, his still-erect cock.

"I knew I liked a tough hero," she purred.

Before he could respond, she pushed him onto his back. He went willingly, his body sinking into the mattress. She straddled him, her thighs gripping his hips. She was so wet that he could feel the heat of her even without touching.

"Now rest," she said, her voice a command wrapped in honey. "Let me take control."

She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. She guided him to her entrance, teasing herself with the tip. She circled it around her clit, making herself gasp, making him groan.

Then she sank down onto him.

The feeling was different from before. He was on his back, watching her take him, watching her face as she impaled herself on his cock. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting in a silent moan. She took him all the way, until she was sitting fully on his hips, his cock buried deep inside her.

She paused there, savoring the fullness. Then she began to move.

Her hips rolled in a slow, circular motion, grinding against him. Her hands found his chest, her nails dragging lightly over his skin. She rose and fell, her movements deliberate, controlled. She was in charge now, and she wanted him to know it.

Zane’s hands found her hips, gripping the soft curve of her waist. He didn’t guide her. He just held on, letting her set the pace.

"Like that," he breathed. "Just like that."

Maren’s smile was triumphant. She rode him faster, her thighs slapping against his hips. Her small breasts bounced with each movement, and he reached up, cupping one in his palm. His thumb found her nipple, rolling the hard peak between his fingers. She moaned, her rhythm faltering for just a moment.

"Don’t stop," he urged. "Fuck, don’t stop."

She didn’t. She rode him harder, her head thrown back, her hair cascading down her shoulders. The room was filled with the sounds of her pleasure, her moans growing louder, more desperate. She could feel the pressure building again, coiling in her belly, tightening with each stroke.

Zane could feel it too. Her walls were clenching around him, pulsing with her approaching climax. He thrust up into her, meeting her movements, driving himself deeper. ℴℴ𝘮

"Come for me," he growled. "Come on my cock, Maren."

His words were the trigger. Her body convulsed, a scream tearing from her throat as she came. Her inner walls clamped down on him, milking him, squeezing him. She rode through it, her hips still moving, grinding against him until the last wave of pleasure subsided.

She collapsed onto his chest, her body trembling, her breath hot against his skin. His cock lunged out of her pussy then cum came pouring on the bed.

Zane wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. His dick was still hard but gradual softening, still aching, but he didn’t move. He just lay there, feeling her heartbeat against his, her breath slowly steadying.

She lifted her head, her eyes meeting his. A lazy, satisfied smile curved her lips.

"Not bad for a superhero," she whispered.

Zane chuckled, his hand stroking her hair. "Not bad at all."