Smut Warning: Reader Discretion Advised
This story contains explicit adult content, including graphic sexual scenes, mature themes, and possibly triggering elements. It is intended for mature audiences 18+ only.
If you are sensitive to strong sexual content, BDSM dynamics, or dark romance themes, please proceed with caution.
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
The moment the car door shut, sealing them inside, Jayden's hand shot out, gripping Esmeray's waist and yanking her onto his lap. Their bodies pressed together, heat crackling between them like a live wire. Before she could process the intensity in his dark, hooded eyes, his lips crashed onto hers.
His kiss was nothing short of punishing-deep, demanding, utterly possessive. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, tangling with hers in a heated battle for dominance. Esmeray whimpered, her fingers clutching his shirt as he sucked on her bottom lip before biting down just enough to make her gasp.
A wicked smirk curled his lips. "You taste better than I imagined, wife."
Her heart pounded at the way he said it-wife-as if staking a claim. He didn't give her a chance to respond. His mouth trailed down, nipping at her jaw, then lower, teeth sinking into the delicate skin of her neck. She moaned when he sucked, marking her with deep, possessive bruises.
His hands weren't idle either. One slid under her shirt, warm palms skimming over her stomach before cupping her breast through her bra. He squeezed, thumb teasing her hardened peak through the lace. Esmeray's breath hitched, her head falling back as he took his time kneading her, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
"Sensitive," he murmured against her throat before dragging the fabric down. Without hesitation, his mouth latched onto her bare breast, tongue flicking over the bud before sucking hard. A sharp pleasure shot through her, and she arched into him, grinding down against his lap.
Jayden growled low in his throat, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements as she rolled against his growing hardness. The friction sent a jolt of heat pooling between her thighs.
"Fuck," he groaned, tilting his head back to look at her, his pupils blown wide. "You like teasing me, baby?"
Esmeray's breath was ragged. "Maybe."
His lips curved, but the darkness in his eyes warned her-he wasn't the type to be teased without consequences. One of his hands slid lower, fingers trailing over her stomach before dipping between her thighs. The rough denim of her jeans pressed against her, but she still felt the deliberate stroke of his fingers over her clothed core.
She gasped, her hips jerking at the sudden contact.
"Already soaked," Jayden murmured, pressing harder as he rubbed slow, deliberate circles over her clit through the fabric. "What do you want, wife?"
His voice was like silk, smooth but dangerous.
Esmeray trembled, the pressure building, unbearable yet addicting. "More," she whispered, rocking against his hand.
"Good girl."
With that, he doubled the intensity, dragging her deeper into his world of pleasure.
Jayden's smirk deepened as he watched Esmeray shudder beneath his touch. His fingers worked expertly over her jeans, pressing against her swollen clit in slow, torturous circles.
"Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with lust. "Grinding on my hand like you were made for it."
Esmeray bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans, but Jayden wasn't having it. His grip tightened on her waist, controlling her movements. Then, with a swift motion, he popped the button on her jeans and yanked the zipper down.
"You're not hiding anything from me tonight," he growled.
Before she could fully process what was happening, Jayden hooked his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and panties, dragging them down her thighs in one fluid motion. A rush of cool air met her soaked heat, sending a shiver up her spine.
Jayden's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her-bare, exposed, and glistening for him. "Fuck, Esmeray," he muttered, his voice rough with hunger.
Without another word, he gripped her thighs, spreading them wider over his lap. Then, before she could even think to protest, he leaned in and dragged his tongue through her folds in one slow, devastating stroke.
Esmeray gasped, her body jerking at the sudden, intense sensation. But Jayden wasn't done. He groaned against her, his lips wrapping around her clit as he sucked-hard.
Her fingers shot into his thick hair, tugging desperately, but he only chuckled against her, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core. "So damn sweet," he murmured before diving back in.
His tongue flicked, licked, and teased her, alternating between slow, torturous strokes and deep, relentless sucks. Every time she moaned, he responded by pushing her further, tilting her hips to give him better access.
Esmeray's head fell back against the car seat, her body on fire, pleasure building at an unbearable pace. "Jayden-ah! I-I can't-"
"Yes, you can." His voice was thick with dominance, his grip firm as he kept her exactly where he wanted her. "You're going to take everything I give you."
And then he did something wicked-he flattened his tongue and dragged it up her slit before thrusting it inside, fucking her with deep, deliberate strokes. The sensation sent her spiraling, her thighs trembling around his head.
Just when she thought she would fall apart, Jayden pulled away, his lips slick and sinful as he looked up at her. "Not yet, baby."
He slid a finger inside her, slow but deep, his eyes locked on hers. A second finger joined, stretching her as he pumped them in and out, curling just right to find that perfect spot. His thumb found her clit, pressing and rubbing with precision, working her higher.
"You're going to come on my fingers first," he ordered, his voice like gravel. "Then I'm going to make you do it again."
The pleasure built fast, her body tightening around his fingers. The combination of his touch, his voice, the raw dominance in his gaze-it was too much. With a sharp cry, Esmeray shattered, her release flooding over his hand as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
Jayden didn't stop, stroking her through the aftershocks, making sure he took every last tremor from her body. Only when she slumped against him, boneless and panting, did he finally pull his fingers from her, bringing them to his lips.
He sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. "Perfect," he murmured. "But I'm not nearly finished with you, wife."