Guitarspear one-shots

Pants off 🔞(Smut)

Lute has had enough of this shit. Adam has been teasing her mercilessly throughout the entire day, driving her to the edge and then stopping, saying he's busy or forgot to feed his cat. (He doesn't even own one) And Lute knew that he was doing it on purpose.

Lute barged into his office like to her own room and grabbed him by his collar, visibly pissed off and flustered.

"Enough of this. Pants off, you smartass."

Lute hissed, she looks so sexy when she's angry, Adam is going to regret his little "prank" on her and make it up to her by fucking her senseless.

Adam was caught off guard by Lute's sudden burst of anger, but he couldn't help but smile at her sexy, flustered appearance. He tried to conceal his excitement as he replied:

"Wow, you're really upset, huh? You know, I didn't think you had this side to you. It's kinda hot, actually." He slowly reached up to gently stroke her cheek, trying to ease the tension.

Adam knew he had pushed her too far, but he hoped his charm could smooth things over before they got to the "pants off" part.

Lute rolled her eyes, still a little angry but Adam had his way with her. She pushed his back onto the couch and sat on his lap, still with a little grumpy expression.

"You better make this worth it, or else you're sleeping on the couch."

Lute said with an evil grin, but there's no doubt that she means it, and WILL do it if Adam won't behave himself.

Adam couldn't help but laugh at her threat, "Oh, don't worry, I always deliver." With that, he reached behind him and unbuckled his belt, letting it fall to the floor. Reaching for the button of his pants, he slowly undid it, the growing bulge in his briefs.

He leaned forward, rubbing his hardened member against her panty-clad crotch, teasing her mercilessly.

"Is this what you wanted, Lute? A little taste of what you've been missing out on?" He asked, his voice husky with desire.

Lute bit her lip, holding back her whimper as she felt his huge erection brushing against her. Her hands found their way to Adam's shoulders to support herself. She softly grinds her hips against his, wanting more.

"Less talking more fucking, Adam..."

Lute panted into his ear, she needed him so bad right now.

Adam couldn't resist her invitation any longer. With a low growl, he pulled her closer, their lips crashing together in a fierce kiss. His hands reached behind her, unfastening her bra and cupping her perfect breasts.

His hips bucked against her, matching her rhythm, "You asked for it, baby. Just try to keep up."

Adam broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust as he looked into her passionate gaze, "I'm going to make you scream my name."

Lute moaned softly into his mouth, her body responding to his touch. She pulled away from the kiss, her chest heaving with a mixture of anger, lust, and need.

"I'll scream whatever I want." She promised, her voice hoarse with desire.

She reached down and unzipped his fly, gripping his erection through his underwear. She squeezed it gently, giving it a good stroke.