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Lust

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Disclaimer - I shouldn’t have to remind people this is fiction, but this is the internet so imma have to. I do not condone cheating in relationships. Don’t do it. This isn’t real. Ok?

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, p in v, f in v, hand job, unprotected sex, cream pie, adultery, breath play, slightly rough sex, praise kink, slight degradation

This isn’t proof read. The final one in my seven deadly sins series! Would have been out sooner, but yah gal isn’t mentally stable right now lmao.

You sat in your office, fiddling with your silver wedding ring. Watching as you spun it around your finger, waiting for your husband to text you back. It had been a little tense between the two of you. Miscommunications, him invalidating your feelings, unsure of where you stood, but too anxious to ask.

Your chest felt heavy, your eyes never lifting from floor as you folded in on yourself. Withdrawing. It was just a rough patch, you tried to tell yourself. Repeatedly. You loved him. But were you in love with him anymore? You weren’t quite sure.

The bright halogen lights hummed above you, the smell of the sterile environment encapsulated your senses. The smooth metal on your finger burnt against your skin, the weight of what it meant singed your heart. Questions upon questions sped through your mind on repeat.

It wasn’t until a hand grasped your shoulder did you realise there was someone else in the clinic with you. Letting out a gasp you spun around, finding Ghost stood in front of you. A concerned glint in his eye. ‘You alright?’ His voice was calm, thick. Looking up at him from your stool you nodded, offering a grimace. ‘Bullshit. He giving you grief again?’ He nodded to your phone. Ghost didn’t know the ins and outs of your relationship, but he knew it was strained. He guessed from the passive aggressive comments you made from time to time.

‘No. No we’re fine. Nice costume’ you smiled, your voice wavering slightly. It was Halloween and everyone was going to the local bar, you’d been invited but you’d declined. He was wearing a grim reaper type costume, a scythe on his back and his signature skill mask. Of course. The black tac vest clung to his toned, broad physique. His black top cling to his small waist, which perfectly contrasted to his wide, burly shoulders. Shoulders you’ve had the pleasure of seeing and touching on multiple occasions.

He eyed you curiously. ‘You look tense love. Sure you don’t wanna come for a drink?’ While he loomed over you, he wasn’t intimidating. He was so … inviting.

Shaking your head you rose to your feet, the stool squeaked as your weight lifted off it. You expected Ghost to move out of your way, except he didn’t. Not noticing this, you bumped straight into his chest, ricochetting off back towards your desk. Wrinkling your nose at him you crossed your arms, ‘I’m not in the mood Ghost, I need to do a stock check then I’m going home.’

He crossed his arms, mirroring your stance. ‘So there is something wrong. It’s him isn’t it.’ It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. He could read you like a book, cover to cover. You hated him for him. You’d consider yourself friends, both banter-full with each other, as well as some harmless flirting from time to time. ‘I don’t wanna talk about it, now can I leave my own clinic please?’ Your temper was beginning to flare, feeling exasperated you had to ask permission to leave your own room.

Instead of backing off, he took a step closer, closing you in against your desk. ‘Tell me.’ You shook your head, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours. Eyes he often thought about, that he saw in his dreams. ‘Ghost.’ You warned, trying to move past him.

Leaning into you he placed both arms by your sides, completely trapping you in between them. Lowering himself to your eye level he dropped his eyes to your lips, and back again. Swallowing harshly you felt all moisture drain from your mouth. ‘Tell. Me.’ His voice was lower this time, thick, it poured out of his mouth like a viscous liquid, hell bent on poisoning you.

Your lips parted slightly, a dense gasp fell from your lips as you studied his eyes. His half lidded stare, a twinkle shone like the brightest star in the sky. He was mesmerising. Your chest tightened, as you moved your hand to steady yourself, caressing his gently. ‘Ghost …’ you tried to warn, but instead of coming out stern, it was breathy and strained. He dropped his eyes to your mouth again, causing you to lick your lips. Desperate to feel some sort of moisture.

He moved closer still. Slipping his knee between your thighs, dropping his head to your ear. His breath fanned over the sensitive skin of your neck, your rolled your hips. It was a fraction of a movement. But he felt it.

‘You look tense sweetheart’ he repeated himself, moving his thigh ever so slightly, pulling another gasp from your chest. You felt paralysed. The hunter had finally caught his prey.

And his prey was you.

You searched your mind for something to say, but you came back blank. The tension between your bodies was exhilarating but painful. Blood rushed through your body, you felt dizzy. You couldn’t let this happen. You were married. This was wrong.

Wasn’t it?

‘How about I take your mind off him? Help you relax?’ His words shot through your skin, piercing the armour you’d tried so hard to keep in place around him. ‘You want that sweetheart?’ Swallowing again, your mind was reeling. You did want it. You had for a long long time.

You were so hypnotised by him you didn’t even noticed he’d pulled his mask up. The fragile skin of his lips grazed your ear lobe ‘you wanna go home to him with my cum dripping out of your pussy?’

Another sharp inhale.

Another roll of your hips onto his muscular thigh.

‘Yes’ it was barely above a whisper. Barely audible over the gushing of the blood in your ears. ‘Bit louder. I can’t hear you’ his whispered lowly, his tongue emphasising every syllable on the roof of his mouth as he spoke. ‘Yes, god, yes.’

His placed light kisses on your neck, ‘I can’t wait to feel this pussy on my cock. Been thinking about it for so long.’ You gripped his biceps to try and ground yourself as he pressed his lips against your skin. ‘Gonna make this pussy mine.’ You could only moan at his words, completely speechless, your panties becoming saturated with your arousal.

He worked his way along the other side of your neck, nipping gently at the skin as he placed on hand on your waist. The other gripped the back of your neck as he finally pulled himself away long enough to look at you. Your pupils were completely blown, filled with carnal desire. He peered back at you, a smirk on his lips. His soft, delicate, scarred lips.

He’d finally won you over. Driven by pure lust and desire.

Smashing his lips into yours, you welcomed his tongue into your mouth. Pushing you into the desk you spread your thighs allowing him inside. He weaved his hand into your hair, pulling slightly. The kiss was fast, messy, sloppy. Your heart pounded in your chest as you pulled him closer, draping your arms over his wide shoulders. Moaning into each others mouths only spurred you on, wanting to hear more sounds of pleasure from him.

Sliding a hand into your scrub trousers he pulled them slightly, wiggling your hips you helped him remove them. They fell in a heap beneath your feet. Breaking the kiss momentarily he bit onto his glove pulling his hand free. He placed his hand over your lace covered cunt, whimpering slightly when he felt how wet you were. He ran his fingers along your slit, before plunging a finger into your pussy.

Pulling away from the kiss you let out a sharp moan, ‘ahhh, fuck.’ Eyes screwed shut you revelled in the new sensation, his long fingers filled you perfectly. Grazing every part of your hole, orchestrating your perfect voice into various moans and sighs. Slowly he added a second finger, he watched as you sucked in a breath, mouth open, jaw slack. He nipped at your bottom lip as you cupped his jaw pushing your thumb into his mouth he sucked it slowly. The feel of his tongue on your thumb pad caused your pussy to clench.

The sound of your arousal filled the clinic, it was sinful. Truly sinful. ‘Keep going, please’ you pleaded against his jaw. ‘Don’t you dare cum. Wanna feel you cum on my cock’ he warned, his voice was somewhat strained and hoarse. ‘Then fuck me. Please. Fuck me Simon.’ He growled into your neck, biting down harshly on the sensitive skin. That was gonna leave a mark. The sound of his name from your lips was sweet like honey.

Your hands fumbled with his belt, his fingers still unrelenting as he pumped your pussy. Once you finally managed to undo his belt you pulled at the button of his pants. Using his free hand he freed his cock, he guided your hand to it, hissing slightly when you grabbed a hold of the shaft. ‘Fuck you’re so big’ you whined into his mouth.

‘Yeah? Gonna let me stretch this cunt?’ Gripping onto the the back of his hood you slid yourself off the desk slightly. ‘Yes, fuck, please, fuck my pussy Si.’ Placing his hand around your neck he held you in place as he withdrew his fingers, your brows knitted together at the loss of feeling full. Staring into your eyes he placed his fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling as he tasted you.

Butterflies raged in your stomach as he savoured you on his fingers. Releasing them with a pop he placed them in your mouth, working your tongue over his fingers tasting yourself. ‘Never knew you were this much of a little slut’ he smirked, pressing on your throat as you smiled back at him. ‘Only for you’ you wheezed.

‘Such a desperate little slut, not gettin fucked at home, so needs her lieutenant to do it for her?’

‘Yes.’

‘Yes what?’ He whispered just above your lips.

‘Yes sir.’

‘Good girl.’

Swatting away your hand he lined up his cock at your entrance before pushing in. Placing your foreheads together you both gasped, you at the stretch, he at how your greedy pussy sucked him in. He started off slow. Rhythmic thrusts, allowing you to get used to his size. He grunted beneath his breath as he upped his pace.

Lucky the desk was screwed to the wall, other wise it would have been some racket. Throwing your head back you let out a groan of pure pleasure. Catching a glimpse of your wedding ring should have made you feel guilty. Brought you back to reality, but if anything it spurred you on. ‘Feels … so … good’ he managed to squeeze out of his constricted vocal cords. ‘Don’t stop … please … Si … don’t stop’ you panted as you lifted your leg, trying to get him to go deeper.

Leaning back onto your elbows you watched as he held your thighs, the skin turning white from the pressure. His cock pounded into your cunt, ‘okay with yourself, lemme see.’ Needing no more direction you spat onto your fingers before placing them onto your aching clit. The instant pressure cause you to buck your hips. ‘That’s it, just like that sweetheart. Lemme see you cum.’ Running your fingers in small form circles your eyes clicked with his, you watched each other intently. Eyes hooded, pupils wide, mouths open, gasping for air.

Feeling the familiar pressure within your cunt you sped up. ‘Gonna cum, fuck’ you whined, brow furrowing, eyes snapping shut. ‘Atta girl, cum on this cock. That’s it. You can do it’ he praised as he watched you work your clit. The pressure became too much, you fell over the precipice into your orgasm. Your back arched off the desk as a silent moan tried to escape from the depths of your chest. He kept his pace, pushing your further and further.

Ghost watched as you writhed beneath him, your body twitching, chest heaving as you gripped onto the desk. Once your orgasm had washed over you you flashed him a sly grin. He leant over you, kissing you once more, his hands still holding onto your thighs as though his life depended on it. ‘Don’t take your eyes off me, one more, you can take it. Can’t you sweetheart?’ You nodded, your lip swollen from biting it so hard. He tapped your face lightly ‘good girl.’

It didn’t take much until your second orgasm took you. This time as you came he wrapped his hand in your hair pulling it, as he pressed down on your throat. It was exhilarating. The rush of adrenaline and pain mixed together like a deadly yet addictive cocktail. A strangled moan gurgled from your throat, as he felt your pussy pulsate over his cock. ‘Just like that, fuck …’ he whimpered.

‘I’m gonna cum in this pussy and you’re gonna fuckin thank me.’ You felt him cum deep within you as his eyes rolled and back arched. He gripped onto your hips as he muttered and moaned to himself. Catching a glimpse of his toned body beneath his top was like a prize, his defined V, toned thighs. It made you salivate.

He pressed a tender kiss to your lips before he pulled out. Grabbing some tissue to clean himself up. Raising an eye brow you motioned for him to help you, except he didn’t. He watched as his dim began to drip out of your hole, kneeling down he pushed it back in with his fingers. The sudden sensation of overstimulation caused a shockwave to burst through your body.

‘I told you. I want you to go home to him with my cum dripping out of this perfect cunt.’

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A/N - this doesn’t mean I’m back to writing properly. This probably isn’t my best writing, but I’m glad I did it. I’m having a rough day and I needed a distraction. I’m still very much grieving.

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