You harden your glare, speaking before he can reply. "I know your trying to make me feel comfortable but, -God.... just fuck me ... fuck me how you've always wanted Simon ..."
His eyes gloss over with an almost animalistic hunger, his hands are rough on you, much rougher, almost making you whimper a sound of pain already.
You manage to hold it back, not wanting him to stop. He pulls you off of him, the exit makes you moan, how it forces you to stretch inside to allow him freedom.
He pushes you off beside him on the couch, you give a surprised grunt that goes ignored by him much to your liking. He towers over you, his fingers handling you aggressively.
He grabs your legs, pulling you against him as he enters, not needing to line himself up. You gasp sharply, his hands down beside you as he doesn't waste any time.
He thrusts into you with unrestrained strength, the lump in your throat feels like a mountain as your head lulls back. You knew he was strong, there was no doubt but the amount of strength he was fucking you with had you seeing stars.
"...is this what you wanted Princess..?" he growls, thrusting into you with more force while saying each syllable.
You can't answer, moans and gasps taking over your throat, blocking your airways as each inhale and exhale comes out in a vocal manner. His eyes fix on yours, filling with heated tears of enjoyment.
You can feel him hitting as deep, penetrating your body as he rams into you. "Fuck you're so fucking - tight.." he groans, driving himself into you.
His hand lifts your leg, putting it over his shoulder as your body feels him hitting places that send you into overdrive, you can barely focus, you can barely think. Your hands grab him, wanting anything to keep you anchored in the moment.
Your hands ball up the fabric of his shirt in a tight grip as he holds your legs open for him, not letting your tense thighs close as he relentlessly pushes himself in and drags himself out. Forcing loud and disorderly moans from your throat.
Your pitch in tone is high and whiney and you can barely hate yourself for the way you make pathetic and needy noises for him. "... fuck rookie the neighbors aren't going to be happy ..." Ghost says, his grunts sounding between each thrust.
"Oh, but you sound so fucking pretty baby ..." he says, a praise that makes your body melt. His hand presses down on your pelvic and your body bucks into him. His thumb reaches down, rubbing your clit as he continues.
"..God you're such a fucking mess .." he groans, his voice sounding pleased by the fact. Your eyes roll back, your bottom lip trembles as he doesn't slow. It's so good you almost can't take it, feeling like your about to pass out.
Your body has lost all senses but at the same time heightened them, you can feel him, hear his voice. ".. stay with me princess .. fuck you're doing so fucking well ... letting me-" he groans as your muscles tense, tightening around him.
"Letting me feel you from the inside ... and -.. fuck .. you look so fucking pretty -with my cock inside you ..." he breathes, his voice like fire, setting your skin aflame a burning sensation for more fills you.
He sits up on his knees, rolling his hips as he thrusts into you. His arms hook under your thighs, picking your body up with ease as he starts pushing you against him while he drives into you. "You're ... clenching around me baby .. are you going to cum for me -.. hm?" he hums, his actions persistent.
"Y-.." a gasp cuts your words with an airy sound of delight. "...ye- yes..." you pant out.
".. mm yeah.." he hums, his eyes watching you as your face contorts into pleased expressions, ".. speak to me princess .. tell me you want me .. to take you over the edge .. rook- say it.." he grunts pushing into you.
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Ghosts Broken Mask
Fanfiction'You heard it. The soft crying of a male and you knew who it was. Ghost, your Lieutenant. It was coming from the closet in the HQ hallways. His intimidating and harsh demeanor you'd always known had vanished as you heard his sobs. Hours earlier in...
