Hi! Could you write a smut where Dexter lets us, his girlfriend, take over, maybe include some riding and some hand restraint? Thanks a lot! Take your time💝
Riding the Dark Passenger
Dexter Morgan x Reader
!!! SMUTT FILTH NSFW 18+ !!!
Also btw I think you meant holding down Dexter’s hands but I feel like he’d be triggered by that bc he’s not in control.
I straddled Dexter's lap on the edge of our bed. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast shadows across his chiseled face. Those piercing eyes locked onto mine with that signature intensity that always made my pulse race.
He was already shirtless. His toned chest rose and fell steadily. The faint scars from his "hobbies" added to that dangerous allure I couldn't resist.
My hands roamed over his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin. His fingers traced lazy circles up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher until it bunched around my waist.
"You know what you do to me," he murmured in that soft, cunning voice of his. It was low and velvety, like a predator sizing up his prey. "The way you move... it's intoxicating. I could watch you forever."
I leaned in, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. My tongue slipped past his teeth to tangle with his. He tasted like mint and something darker, forbidden. It sent a shiver down my spine.
His hands gripped my hips firmly, guiding me as I ground against him. I felt the hard length of his cock straining through his pants against my soaked panties.
I moaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss only to whisper, "I need you inside me, Dexter. Right now."
His lips curved into that sly smile, eyes darkening with lust. "Patience, my love," he cooed softly, his voice dripping with that calculated charm. "But since you've been such a good girl... let's get these off."
With deliberate slowness, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties. He slid them down my legs as I lifted my hips to help.
The cool air hit my wet folds, making me gasp. But Dexter's gaze was fixed there, admiring me like I was his next masterpiece.
"So wet for me already," he said, his tone smooth and teasing. Fingers dipped between my thighs to stroke my clit lightly. "You drip like this just thinking about riding my cock, don't you? Tell me how badly you want it."
I whimpered, nodding frantically as sparks of pleasure shot through me. "I want it so bad... please, Dex."
He chuckled softly, that cunning edge making it sound almost sinister. He unzipped his pants, freeing his thick, throbbing cock.
It sprang up, veined and hard, the tip glistening with precum. I licked my lips at the sight, my core aching to feel him stretch me.
Positioning myself over him, I lowered slowly. The head of his cock nudged at my entrance before I sank down, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside me.
"Fuck," I gasped. My walls clenched around his girth. The fullness made my head spin.
Dexter's hands found my hips, holding me steady as I adjusted. His thumbs pressed into my skin with just enough force to remind me who was in control.
"That's it," he whispered, his voice a silky murmur against my ear. I started to move, rocking my hips in slow, deliberate circles.
"Ride me like you own me. Show me how much you love feeling my cock fill you up." His words fueled the fire in me.
I picked up the pace, bouncing up and down. My breasts heaved with each thrust. His grip tightened, guiding my movements, pulling me down harder onto him.
The slick sounds of our bodies connecting filled the room. They mixed with my moans and his soft grunts.
"Look at you," he continued, that cunning voice weaving through the haze of pleasure. "So eager, so desperate. Your pussy grips me like it never wants to let go."
"Does it feel good, baby? Being fucked on my dick like this?"
"Yes... oh god, yes," I panted. My hands on his shoulders for leverage as I rode him faster. The friction built that delicious pressure deep inside.
Dexter's eyes never left mine. That intense stare made it all the more intimate, more filthy.
He leaned forward, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucked hard while his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud.
I arched my back, crying out as waves of ecstasy rippled through me.
"You're mine," he growled softly against my skin, releasing my nipple with a pop. "Every inch of you. And I'm going to make you come so hard you'll forget your own name."
I kept riding, my thighs burning. But the pleasure overrode everything.
His cock hit that perfect spot inside me over and over. When he reached between us to rub my clit with his thumb, I nearly shattered.
"Dexter... I'm close," I whimpered. My movements became erratic.
"Not yet," he commanded in that soft, controlling tone. He slowed my hips with his strong hands. "I want to feel you milk me first. Squeeze that tight little pussy around me."
Obeying, I clenched down. It earned a rare, genuine moan from him.
"Good girl," he praised, his voice laced with dark satisfaction. "Now, ride me harder. Make me fill you up."
The intensity built until I was slamming down onto him. Our bodies slick with sweat, the bed creaking under us.
His dirty talk kept flowing, that cunning whisper pushing me to the edge: "You love being my little slut, don't you? Taking every inch like it's your purpose."
And just as the orgasm crashed over me, my walls pulsing around him, he thrust up to meet me. Holding my hips down as he came with a low groan, spilling hot and deep inside me.
I collapsed against his chest, breathless. But I knew this was just the beginning—he wasn't done with me yet.
After catching my breath against Dexter's chest, his heart pounding steadily beneath me, I felt his hands slide up my back, fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me in for a deep, possessive kiss. His cock was still semi-hard inside me, twitching with the aftershocks of our release, and the mix of our cum made everything slick and messy.
He broke the kiss, his lips brushing mine as he whispered in that soft, cunning voice, "We're not finished, my love. I want to see you from every angle. Turn around for me."
A thrill shot through me at his command, and I nodded, lifting myself off him slowly, whimpering at the loss of fullness. My legs were shaky, but I managed to spin around on the bed, facing away from him now in reverse.
Dexter's hands immediately found my hips again, guiding me back until I hovered over his cock, which had hardened fully once more—impressive, but then again, this was Dexter, always calculated, always ready.
"Lower yourself onto me," he instructed softly, his tone laced with that dark amusement. "I want to watch your ass bounce while you ride me. Show me how much you crave it."
I reached back, gripping the base of his shaft to steady it, then sank down, feeling him stretch me anew from this angle. The sensation was different, deeper somehow, hitting spots that made my toes curl.
"Oh fuck, Dex," I moaned, my head falling forward as I bottomed out, my ass flush against his hips.
His hands covered mine, interlocking our fingers right at my hips, holding them there firmly as I began to move. It was intimate, controlling—he was letting me set the pace but reminding me he could take over anytime.
"That's my girl," he purred, his voice smooth and velvety, sending shivers down my spine. "Grind on me. Feel how deep I am? Your pussy was made for this cock."
I rocked back and forth at first, circling my hips to feel every inch of him, the friction building heat in my core. His grip on my hands tightened, using them to pull me down harder with each motion.
"Faster," he coaxed softly, that cunning edge making his words feel like a dare. "Bounce for me. Let me see that perfect ass jiggle while you fuck yourself on my dick."
Obeying, I lifted and dropped, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. My breasts bounced freely, and I arched my back, pushing back against him for leverage.
He groaned low, a rare sound of unguarded pleasure. "Look at you, so filthy and eager. You love riding me reverse like this, don't you? Knowing I'm watching every move, every clench."
"Yes... I love it," I panted, speeding up, the pleasure coiling tight in my belly again. His thumbs stroked the backs of my hands, a tender contrast to the raw fucking.
"Such a good little slut for me," he murmured, his voice dripping with calculated praise. "Your walls are fluttering already. Are you going to come again? Cream all over my cock while I hold you like this?"
The dirty talk pushed me higher, and I rode him harder, our joined hands at my hips guiding the rhythm. Sweat trickled down my back, and I could feel his eyes burning into me, dissecting every gasp and grind.
He thrust up suddenly, meeting my downward motion, making me cry out. "That's it, take it deep. I'm going to fill this greedy pussy again soon. But first, turn back around—I miss seeing your face when you shatter."
Reluctantly, I lifted off him, my body protesting the emptiness, and spun to face him once more. His cock glistened with our combined juices, standing proud and ready.
"Back on me," he said softly, eyes locking onto mine with that intense, predatory gaze. "Plain and simple—ride me until we both can't take it."
I straddled him again, sinking down swiftly this time, moaning loudly as he filled me completely. His hands found mine at my hips once more, fingers intertwining, holding me steady.
"Ride," he commanded in that silky tone, "and don't stop until I say."
I started bouncing immediately, fast and hard, my clit grinding against his pubic bone with each drop. The position let me lean forward, our faces close, breaths mingling.
"You're so tight, so wet," he whispered cunningly, his voice like velvet over steel. "Listen to that—your pussy sucking me in. You were born to fuck me like this."
I whimpered, nodding, lost in the rhythm. His grip on my hands tightened, pulling me down forcefully now, dictating the pace.
"Fuck, Dex... it's too much," I gasped, the edge approaching fast.
"Not enough," he countered softly, smirking. "Come for me again. Squeeze me, milk me dry. Show me how much you need this cock owning you."
The words tipped me over, my orgasm ripping through me like fire, walls convulsing around him. He followed seconds later, thrusting up hard, spilling inside me with a controlled groan.
I collapsed back against him, spent and trembling, our bodies slick and entwined.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, his voice a soft murmur in my ear. "That's my girl. Perfectly mine."
And with that, we drifted into exhausted bliss, the night finally claiming us both.