#lamelo girlies it's our time

[v6quewrlds]

now i need you to write a lamelo smut pls 🙏😩

hi bae <3333 i have been summoned by my lamelo girls 🙂‍↕️

“Can you be serious for like, five minutes?” You playfully slapped at LaMelo’s chest as he tickled you mid-kiss. You were sprawled on the couch, straddling his thighs, your silk robe gaping open to reveal your lacy lingerie. His laughter echoed in the dimly lit room, the only sound other than the rustling of fabric and your muffled moans.

“Why start now?” LaMelo’s grin was wide, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He had a knack for turning everything into a game, even in your most intimate moments. You leaned back and gave him a look that said you were ready to get down to business.

He took the hint and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was no longer playful, but hungry, demanding. His hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your hips and thighs, making you shiver. Your annoyed giggles morphed into soft sighs as you felt his length pressing against you. You rocked your hips slightly, the friction sending waves of pleasure through you.

LaMelo’s hands found their way under your lingerie, cupping your tits and rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. You bit your lower lip, trying to muffle a moan, but it escaped, turning into a whimper that made him grin. “Oooh, sensitive,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

“Melo, please. We have half an hour to leave for the party,” you said breathlessly, your eyes pleading.

“So let me work my magic then, won’t take long, you know how I do,” LaMelo said with a wink, his smugness not lost on you as you rolled your eyes. He untied your robe, watching as it fell off your shoulders, revealing you completely to his hungry gaze. Despite your impatience, you felt a thrill run through you as his eyes took in your body with a look of pure desire.

With surprising seriousness, he slid your panties to the side and began to stroke your clit, his thumb circling with just the right amount of pressure. Your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned in to kiss him again, your body arching into his touch. He chuckled against your mouth, enjoying the way you responded to him. But you were right, the two of you didn’t have much time, and he didn’t want to keep you waiting.

“You ready?” LaMelo whispered against your lips, his voice thick with lust. His hands moved with purpose to undo his pants. He positioned himself at your entrance and paused, looking up at you, waiting for your approval.

You nodded, your cheeks flushed with excitement. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Need you, bad, baby,” you breathed, your voice urgent.

He pushed into you with one swift movement, eliciting a gasp in response. You felt yourself stretch to accommodate his length, the sensation of his hardness filling you sending a shiver down your spine. He paused for a moment, giving you time to adjust, before starting a steady rhythm, his hands gripping your hips to guide your movements.

“Mm, you feel so good, so tight,” he murmured, his eyes closed in concentration. You responded with a moan, your walls tightening around him, urging him deeper. Despite your earlier annoyance, you found yourself getting lost in the moment, your body responding to his touch.

“Tell me how it feels, baby girl,” LaMelo coaxed, his words hushed against your parted lips.

Your hands tugged at his hair as you moaned softly. “Amazing, Melo. Don’t stop, please,” you breathed. Your body began to rock with his rhythm, your hips moving in sync with his. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, melding with the occasional groan of the leather couch beneath you.

You had been together long enough for LaMelo to know exactly what you liked, and he was eager to give it to you. His thumb found your clit again, moving in a pattern that had your hips twitching against him. You could feel the tension building, your body tightening around his. “Melo, I’m so close, don’t stop, baby,” you whimpered.

“Come for me,” he urged, his voice strained with effort. He could feel his own release approaching, his muscles tensing as he pushed deeper into you. Your breath hitched and you threw your head back, your mouth opening in a silent scream as you reached your peak. You clamped down on him, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

LaMelo’s eyes widened with satisfaction as he watched you unravel, feeling your contractions around his cock. He gave a few more deep, hard thrusts before he too climaxed, his entire body going rigid with pleasure. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, both panting and sweaty, your bodies still joined as you basked in the afterglow.

Finally, he pulled out and you flopped onto the couch, a contented smile playing on your lips. LaMelo leaned over to kiss your forehead. “Told you to let me work my magic,” he said smugly, earning a playful swat from you.

“You're so annoying, I can't stand you sometimes,” you said with a laugh, fixing your disheveled lingerie.

“But you love it, can't get enough of it,” LaMelo shot back, tucking in his shirt and fastening his pants with a grin. He knew he had a way of driving you crazy, both in the bedroom and out, but it was all part of your dynamic. The two of you bickered like an old married couple, but the love between you was undeniable.

“Whatever,” you said, your tone sarcastic. But you couldn’t hide the sparkle in your eyes. “I need to get ready for this party.”

“Take your sweet time, baby, we got all night,” LaMelo winked at you and stood up, adjusting his clothing.