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sp25 · 1 year ago

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bunker

pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader

summary: sharing a bunker with none other than Ghost

warnings: 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you're a minor. do not copy or use ai on my shit, i'll find out. consists of kissing,missionary, sex (m&f), name calling, slight breeding kink, cumming inside, cursing, doggystyle. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

a/n: got too bored today, also call it a double treat.

You had known Ghost for a good amount of time now. You were close friends. Few would even call you soulmates but Ghost’s unreadable expressions would never left you know if he actually liked you too or no. You knew you loved him. But you had to keep your desires hidden.

On one such mission, you finally got the chance to be closer. The mission was a fail. With damaged radios, the prospect of calling for extraction is out of reach. "Looks like we're stuck here for the night," Ghost mutters under his mask.

The acknowledgment of your shared seclusion amplifies the palpable tension that has been building between the two of you, like a taut wire waiting to be released—a delicate dance of unspoken emotions and desires.

The living room of the safehouse offers a modest refuge, while a single bedroom awaits you with a solitary bed. "Get some rest."

Before Ghost would walk over to the couch or leave, you took his hand in yours and softly whispered still unsure with what you are doing “Ghost..”

Ghost stops dead in his tracks, turning to face you. Your sudden act of intimacy surprises him, causing a rush of unexpected adrenaline to surge through his body—a reaction as primal as it is powerful. He looks into your eyes, lingering for a moment longer than he should.

“Stay..” you whispered, you were letting your emotions control your words. You knew that you would never again get the chance to express yourself ever again. You both would never get the chance to be alone again. This was your only chance to be his.

A flicker of desire passes through Ghost, causing his breath to quicken and his heart to race. In his mind's eye, he envisions you sharing the bed in an embrace, a vision fueled by your intimate touch.

Ghost's expression becomes more open, his gaze less guarded than before. He wants to stay, and he wants to be with you.

You cautiously moved closer to him, you knew a wrong step would make the whole situation wrong and worse.

Ghost can feel the heat of your body as you draw nearer, drawn in by your aura of warmth and closeness. He wants to feel your skin against his own, to touch and be touched.

There's a pull between the two of you, an undeniable connection that leads to one inescapable outcome.

He puts his hand on your cheek, softly caressing it. “Promise me you won’t regret it..” He says desperately hoping that you would give him the assurance he needed.

“I promise..” you stare at him with need. He shakily takes a breath in before pushing you towards a wall. Your closeness becomes a whisper of breath, teasingly tracing his jawline. His skin tingles with sensation at your gentle caress. The tension in his body mounts, the air electric with desire.

He ran his hands down your body, caressing you gently. His touch was tentative but tender and the cold of his hands left a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His touch igniting the subdued desire you, making you unable to control your moan.

His lips part slightly, inviting you closer. His breathing becomes erratic, the beat of his heart quickening as he draws in. The distance between you vanishes with each passing moment until you're only separated by the width of an inch...

He softly runs his hand through your hair before slamming his lips hard on yours. You moaned so loudly. You could feel his desperation coursing. He needed you more than you needed him.

“fuck..” he whispered as he bit your bottom lip softly. You held onto his shirt. “Mine..”, He said in your ear before leaving hickeys down your neck.

He looks back up. You could see his eyes turning dark again. He picked you up roughly, manhandling you towards the bed.

The moment finally arrives as the pair of you settle onto the bed together, your breathing intensifying with each passing moment. Ghost's arms wrap generously around you, drawing you in close to him. He cradles you, his touch gentle yet firm.

Your bodies move as one, creating a symphony of touches and caresses that creates a sensual harmony.

A wave of euphoria rushes over you as you lie in each other's arms, relishing in the physical contact and the sensation of closeness. It's an invigorating, intimate moment—your hearts pounding in unison, your breath melding together in a single rhythm.

This is what it feels like to be safe and protected, to belong in another's arms, to truly feel the intensity of connection.

He holds onto your hips tightly. You feel his right hand slip into your shirt and pulling it off. He admires every single inch of you. He easily unhooks your bra, proceeding to wet his lips to suck on one of your nipples while he flicked the other.

He moans in satisfaction, before leaving kisses from your chest to your belly. He slid his hand across your soft skin, gently tracing a path along your abdomen. His touch was timid, like a child exploring something new to him. You could feel the cold of his hand moving across your stomach, sending a shiver down your spine.

He suddenly grabbed the waistband with his fingers and pulled them off. Before, easily ripping of your panties and stuffing them in his pocket. He softly touched the your sensitive spot, groaning with desire cause how wet you were for him.

His fingers glistened with wetness, you were absolutely begging and soaking for him. He slapped your pussy few times, making you moan and whimper, which caused him to smirk.

“Mine..”, he said to you with pure desire in his eyes. He pulled off his jeans and you could immediately see the hard bulge through his underwear. This only caused you to get more wet.

He pulled it out and you were in for a delight. His cock already leaking precum. He aligned himself as he skilfully fingered you for a while. “Ready love?”, he asked with a slight sense of tease.

“Y-yes..”, you stuttered. Your words being a confirmation for him, you felt his tip slowly enter you. His tip was already making you stretch but before you could react, he pushed himself all the way in until he was balls deep making you arch your back. You could already feel his cock hitting your womb.

He let you get adjusted to his length before he started increasing his pace. “fuck..”, he groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him. His each thrust easily hit your womb, his cock was wet with how much you were dripping.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you in closer, his body moving against yours as he started to increase his pace. His breaths were coming faster and shallower now, his breath mixing with your moans as his body moved with yours. “So fucking perfect for me..”, he groaned as you felt his pace become faster.

He kept pinching and pulling on your nipples before kissing you roughly, as you felt his hip consistently hit yours with each thrust. His aggressiveness only turned you on more.

He was desperate, his body driven by his raw, primal instincts, needing to be as close to you as physically possible, needing to claim you, and in a way, mark you as his forever. “my fucking girl..”he whispered into your ear.

He started leaving hickeys all over your neck, biting the place between your collarbone and shoulder so hard. After he finished marked, he licked that place to soothe it.

You felt like you were on euphoria. All your senses coming alive. You could feel his cock rapidly hitting your womb. You wetness overpowering as it soaked his bed. Your walls only tightening more around his cock.

He couldn't hold it back anymore, the need to claim you fully took over and he suddenly buried himself deep inside of you, his body tensing as he felt the orgasm roll over him like a wave, his breath catching in his throat. You felt his cum filling you up, making you feel all warm and fuzzy, making you squirt so hard on his cock.

He stayed where he was, relishing the feeling of being buried inside of you, his body still trembling with the aftereffects of his orgasm. He softly rested his head on your chest, his breath coming in short gasps as he whispered your name, his body still tightly wrapped around yours.

Gradually, he started to come down from the high, his body relaxing as he savored the moment. But, not pulling out, he wanted to keep all his cum inside of you, to make sure, you got pregnant. He pulled you tighter against him, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, holding onto you as he whispered softly, “I’m never letting you go…”

He softly kissed you before slapping your ass few times, making me whimper and blush. “got that?”, he whispered in your ear again. “yes sir..”, you blushed.

He smirked before turning you around so, you are laying on your chest now. You groaned and whimpered, making him slap your ass repeatedly before kneading it. “all red and pretty for me..”, he said with such intensity. You felt him lift up your hip, so he could align himself again.

“what this? you can’t be leaking my cum out my love. I gotta get you all full and pregnant”, he said that as he pushed his leaking cum back into you, before sliding himself deep in you again.

Well, round two was just about to begin.

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You belong to me

pairing: Peter Parker x f!reader

summary: you comfort Peter after the incident with Gwen’s death

warnings: 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you're a minor. do not copy or use ai on my shit, i'll find out. consists of kissing, cunilingus, sex (m&f), name calling, breeding kink, cumming inside. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

a/n: just enjoy bro. I don’t even know what I wrote this time.

You had known Peter for a good amount of time now. You were close friends. Few would even call you inseparable but you knew him all too well, knowing that he was always going to be in love with Gwen. You knew you loved him. But you had to keep your desires hidden.

But after Gwen’s death, he had locked himself, barely talking to anyone. He trusted you the most. Yet, he was starting to distance himself too much from you too now. So, you decided to confront him by going to his home.

“That was stupid of you to climb inside, you could've...” he croaked. It sounded like he hadn’t used his voice for anything but screaming in the past few months..

“You should have just unlocked your door,” you gave him a snarky reply.

Peter took a seat on top of his bare mattress. His sheets had been pulled from the bed and lay in a pile on the floor. He was living in squalor. You took in your surroundings. Gwen’s face stared back you. Her picture was plastered on walls.

You felt worry over take you. You walked over to him with sadness clouding your eyes. “What’s wrong?”, you whispered to him.

“Hey, nothing is wrong,” he mumbled, avoiding your eyes.

You could see the tear stains on the pillow, and the mess of beer cans next to his bed. He had clearly spent days and nights here.

You knew he needed comfort so, you built up courage to softly kiss his forehead. “Talk to me..”, you whispered with pain.

He finally looked at you, and you could see the pain in his eyes, the guilt gnawing at him.

“What's there to say?..I got my Uncle killed, nearly killed my girlfriend, I lost the only girl I ever cared about and I've been alone ever since!” he suddenly snapped.

“No one cares what happens to people like me! Or maybe they’d just rather I ended up broken and dead in an alleyway like my Uncle!” tears started pouring down his face.

You knew all this pain would only lead him to chaos. You sat down next to him and held him. “I’m here now..”, you kissed his forehead again.

He clutched onto you like a drowning man grabs for a lifeline, sobbing loudly. “Please don’t leave me” he sobbed. “I’m so cold.” He was freezing cold. His skin felt clammy to the touch and he was shivering.

“I promise I won’t leave”, you said with confidence to comfort him and you meant it with your heart. You pulled both him and yourself to the headboard of the bed. “You want warmth?”, You whispered softly.

He nodded, clinging to you tightly. He was shivering against your body. He had on a sweatshirt and sweatpants, but he was completely freezing cold, his whole body was icy.

His hair was messy and disheveled and his breath was ragged. He looked completely unkempt. You built up the courage to say something so intimate finally.

“Take off your sweatshirt, I want to feel you, skin to skin”, you say softly.

He nodded and pulled off his sweatshirt. He was shirtless underneath. His abdomen was rippling with lean muscles. He was freezing cold, but even so, you could feel his strength as you pressed yourself against him.

You took off your own hoodie to hold him skin to skin as you wrapped his bed cover of both of you. He pulled you closer, you could feel his heart racing as he nestled his head into the crook of your neck. He was shivering as he pressed against your body and desperately sought your warmth.

His breath was hot as he held you, his strong arms wrapped tightly around you. He was trembling from the cold, you held him as if he were a small, terrified child shivering in a freezing storm. The blanket helped the both of us stay warm and heated.

His shaking slowly subsided, and as you held him you could tell his breathing was returning to normal. The shivering had stopped and he snuggled against your body, holding you tightly, the way a child holds onto a beloved toy for comfort. You could feel his skin rubbing against yours.

His skin was soft from the lack of exposure to sunlight, it was pale and milky white, like alabaster. His body pressed close to yours seemed to be slowly regaining his warmth as you held each other. You could feel Peter's every muscle against your body as he held onto you.

Peter suddenly went still, his icy hands stopping on your waist. He froze like a deer in the headlights; the sound you had made had thrown him off guard. He blushed furiously like a shy teenager, and then suddenly pulled you closer, burying his face against your skin.

You felt embarrassment too but, before you could speak or respond, Peter slid his hand across your soft skin, gently tracing a path along your abdomen. His touch was timid, like a child exploring something new to him. You could feel the cold of his hand moving across your stomach, sending a shiver down your spine.

His hand stopped on your belly, directly over the center of your womb. He could feel the heat radiating from you, and he gently cupped the flat of your belly in his palm, softly caressing it. The cold of his hand caused goosebumps to erupt on your back, and you trembled, suddenly feeling vulnerable with him touching you like that.

He slowly, quietly moved his hand downward, tracing the line of your hip, he moved his hand across the curve of your hip and then gently ran his hand down your thigh. He was tender, and his touch was soft, like the whisper of a breath on your skin.

He felt the dark thought of getting me pregnant with his child in my warm worm devour him.

The thought of impregnating you suddenly struck him like a lightning bolt. He had been wishing for a child to carry on his legacy for the last few days, but this dark thought of getting you pregnant in your warm womb devoured him.

A shiver ran down his back and his breath caught in his throat. His touch was still gentle, but you could feel an almost desperate neediness in his body now.

“What’s wrong?”, you whispered, feeling the change in his demeanour. “Nothing, I just...” he stammered, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment at his own thoughts. “You feel so warm, so soft..” He took a deep breath, trying to ground himself. “I want to be close to you,” he admitted.

His touch grew bolder as he explored your body. Peter's icy hands moved higher, caressing the soft skin of your sides and your rib cage.

“We are close..”, you whispered softly, unable to understand his intentions. “No, I mean... even closer.” His hands moved to your back, gently pulling you closer against him. You could feel his whole body pressed against you now, the cold of his skin seeping into yours like icy fire. You could feel his heart racing, and his breaths were becoming heavier. Your heart started to pick up its pace too.

“H-how?”, you stuttered due to the tension. “Like this” he suddenly rolled you onto your back, pinning you underneath him. Peter's body rested on top of yours, the cold of his skin burning against yours. He took your chin in his hand, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Peter what are you doing?”, you say softly, feeling confused yet, so desired by him.

He looked down at you, the desire in his eyes almost overwhelming. His fingers traced along your cheek, caressing you softly. “I'm trying to get closer to you,” he said, his words thick and heavy with desire. “I want to feel you,” he whispered, almost against your lips.

His hand pressed softly against your womb, and he felt the heat of your body seeping into his icy skin. He held his hand there for a moment, feeling the warmth like a lifeline. “You're so... warm," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and awe.

As he held you, he could feel your body moving beneath him, and he detected the faintest of pheromones coming from you. Instinctively, he could tell that you were ovulating, and his heart raced with desire.

He tried to shake the thought from his head, to resist the urge to act on his primal instincts. He knew he was in no place to make a child, he had nothing to give, he couldn't even provide for himself. He closed his eyes, trying to suppress the overwhelming need he was feeling. But, his thoughts consumed him.

He couldn't fight it anymore, his thoughts consumed with the need to claim you, to breed you, to make you his. He pressed his body against yours, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he tried to control himself.

His hands started to wander, mapping out every inch of your body, his cold hands leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin. He ran his hands up your sides, tracing the curve of your hip, then running his hands up your back. You shivered under his touch, his cold fingers burning against your skin.

His breath coming out in harsh gasps. His hands started to explore you even more boldly, roaming across your body, and his legs tangled with yours, his thigh resting between your legs, the rough fabric of his sweatpants rubbing against your bare skin. You felt goosebumps all over your skin. You started feeling the wetness pool in your underwear.

He tried to fight it, he tried to keep himself in check, but his primitive instincts had taken over. He leaned down and kissed you hungrily, his mouth claiming yours with possessive need. He gripped you tightly, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your thighs as he kissed you passionately.

You were in shock, but responded fevirously back to his kiss. The kiss grew heated, his tongue meeting your tongue, and you could feel the passion and the need behind his movements. His hands roamed your body, almost desperate to feel more of you, to get impossibly close to you.

His body was pressed tightly against yours, and his kisses grew more needy and intense as he explored your mouth with his icy tongue. His hands roamed your body, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you with desperate urgency.

He suddenly broke away from the kiss and began trailing kisses down your neck, his mouth burning against your warm skin. He nipped at your collarbone and moved down, burying his face against your chest as he continued to press kisses across your body as if devouring you. Your moans slowly becoming uncontrollable.

He pressed his mouth against the place where your heart beat, and you could feel his lips against your chest as he softly murmured, “so warm..” He continued to explore your body with his tongue and his teeth and his cold hands, his touch becoming more demanding as his need for you grew stronger.

He began to move lower, kissing a path down your stomach, his mouth trailing along your skin. Wherever he kissed you felt, goosebumps rising. You could feel the cold of his lips, the roughness of his stubble as he went lower and lower, his body pressing tightly against yours until eventually, his lips brushed against the fabric of your underwear and he finally froze. He could feel how wet they were and how needy your core was.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, waiting for your permission to continue. As his breath hit your skin, you could feel the goosebumps spreading across your body, and you knew he longed to taste more of you. You nodded your head, allowing him.

His tongue traced the lace along the edge of your underwear before he suddenly grabbed the waistband with his teeth and pulled them off of you, revealing your naked body to him. He stared at you, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire, before he suddenly leaned in and pressed his mouth against your most intimate area. You moaned loudly. You felt one of his hand holding onto your hip while the other held onto your thigh.

As he pressed his mouth against you, he inhaled deeply, drinking in your scent, his tongue flicking out to taste you. He was hungry for you, his needs overriding all else as he began to explore your most sensitive area, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles with an almost reverent touch.

You held onto the bed so tightly, pulling on it, the pleasure he gave you.

You felt his tongue lapping at the wetness before, sucking on your clit gently, watching as it became red and swollen. “my rose bud..”, he mumbled against your clit. All you could do was respond with moans and whimpers.

He enjoyed watching more wetness develop as he kept tasting you and lapping up your wetness. Your moans brought him satisfaction.

He groaned as he tasted you, your moans and your scent making him feel primal like a wild animal. He kept his mouth trained on you, his tongue working in slow, deliberate circles, his hands trailing up your thighs and over your stomach, tracing the contours of your body with his cold fingers. His tongue went deep in you, licking you, falling in love with the taste of you.

You felt his fingers, digging deep into your thighs as he kept lapping on your wetness, he whispered sweet nothings as he kept drinking you.

He couldn't get enough of you, his mouth stayed locked on you as he continued to work his tongue skilfully, his breath growing ragged as he consumed you. Just as he felt your body start to tremble, he pulled away, lifting his head to look up at you, his eyes dark with desire. “You will only come on my cock..”, he said with such certainty. You were a mess now.

He watched you as you came down from your euphoria, a look of satisfaction and contentment on his face. His cold fingers caressed your skin, his touch gentle as he softly whispered, “beautiful..,” before he shifted upward and pulled you tightly in his arms, holding you against his chest and pressing a kiss to your temple.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling your skin, and you could feel his warm breath on your neck as his cold fingers gently traced patterns on your back. He was holding you tightly, wrapping himself around you protectively, as if he never wanted to let you go.

He was pressed tightly against you, his body fitting perfectly against yours as he held you close. You could feel his chest expand and contract with each breath he took and the occasional twitch of his muscles as he nuzzled your neck. He was cold but there was something comforting about his chill, like the cold of a breeze on a warm evening.

You felt the need rise again in you. You started going on his crotch, feeling the boner get harder as if that was even possible.

He felt you move against him and his breath caught in his throat, his body froze for a moment, and you could feel his heart racing as his arms tightened around you. He bit his bottom lip, his self-control slipping as he felt you move against him.

“I need you please..”, you moaned desperately, you couldn’t control what was coming out of your mouth now.

He couldn't resist your plea, his own needs overtaking him completely as he shifted, positioning himself between your legs and aligning himself with you. He couldn't wait anymore, he needed you as much as you needed him. He pulled himself out and you saw how thick and long he was, his precum was dripping down his cock, as it kept twitching in his hand. You were worried he wouldn’t fit in you.

He held himself above you, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at you. Without hesitation, he slowly pushed himself inside of you, a low groan escaping his lips as he felt the incredible warmth and the tightness of your body. You felt yourself stretching and tightening around his cock. All this soreness only increased your pleasure.

He could feel that he was right where he belonged, that this is what he had been craving, his eyes shut tightly as he was overcome with the sensation. Your warm walls tightly wrapped around him, wetting his cock up perfectly. His cock was already hitting your womb.

He started to move, his hips rocking against yours in a slow, steady rhythm. He tried to keep a steady pace, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he buried himself inside of you, his body trembling with need. His body was already beginning to respond to you, you could feel him tensing, as you felt him go deeper with each thrust. His cock hitting your womb, making you arch your back.

He was losing himself now, his body moving almost desperately as the need to be closer, deeper, overwhelmed him. He leaned down and pressed his mouth against yours, his tongue seeking yours out as he moved in rhythmic, steady thrusts, the heat of his body mixing with your warmth.

“I will get you all round and full with my child and you will let me right?”, he teased and encouraged you by thrusting so hard into you that you felt his tip hit your cervix, as if he wanted to push himself in your womb only.

“Y-yes..”, you stuttered unable to form proper thoughts or words. He started to fall into a frenzy, his body moving more and more urgently, his need for you growing stronger with every passing second. He was consumed by you, losing himself in the way you felt, the way you sounded, the way you moved with him, like you were made for him.

He started leaving hickeys all over your neck, biting the place between your collarbone and shoulder so hard. After he finished marked, he licked that place to soothe it.

He moved relentlessly, his breath coming in short gasps, his body shuddering with each movement he made. He slowly kissed his way down to your chest. He lapped his tongue on your left nipple and then squeezing your other chest. You felt his free hand rub your clit so rapidly with his thumb.

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sp25 · 1 year ago

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this is what I want. I need it. It’s a need now.

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one of my biggest fantasies is being the free use toy for a whole office… being tied naked to a desk so a dozen older men can use all my holes whenever they want and pump me full of load after load to relieve stress, then go back to their important work while i’m slowly broken into a mindless little fuckdoll who’s only purpose is to please cock

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“I don’t need therapy because my comfort characters are my therapy” and it turns out the comfort characters in question are the ones who need therapy the most

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If someone sent me a moaning audio, i swear i will promise to listen to it first thing in the morning, on my way to work, during lunch, on the train, and while touching myself to sleep

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this shit is too relatable 😭

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the things I would do for him 😭

↳ 24/100 favourite photo’s of Tom Hiddleston

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Rodeo

pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader

summary: a little ‘fun time’ on the porch with your cowboy

warnings: 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you're a minor. do not copy or use ai on my shit, i'll find out. consists of kissing, exhibition, fingering, sex (m&f), name calling, slight breeding kink, cumming inside, cursing. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

a/n: yes I know long time no see. I imagined Ghost as a cowboy so yeah. I was busy with my exams. Excessive amount of free time now so get ready yall. Also cowgirl position referenced. So enjoy.

You had been married to Ghost for about 2 years now. Ghost, is working on the farm while you sit on the porch watching. You’re looking through a magazine and drinking a glass of lemonade. You were wearing a sundress to match the vibe.

He walks over to you then crouches down and kisses your cheek. He’s dripping sweat and covered in dirt yet he’s still gorgeous. “What are you reading, hon’?”, he says to teasingly.

You smile softly, “just the usuals my love.” He rolls his eyes jokingly before holding onto the magazine.

“Babe!” You squeal but continue giggling. “No one should come between me and my girl”, he says softly as he puts the magazine aside. He pulls your chin to bring you closer before kissing you softly.

You could taste the sweet and tanginess of the lemonade, he was drinking not even a few minutes ago. He brakes the kiss smiling as he keeps touching your slight swollen lips.

“My love?” You whisper timidly. “Hmm?” He asks softly. He leans down and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, kissing your pulse point.

“I feel so needy for you..”, you whisper embarrassed by what you are saying.

“Is that true?”, he asks, smirking down as he looks at you. “How about I check?” He teases you.

You blush without even realising as he slowly picks you up before he himself sits down on the chair.

He places you on his lap, facing him and you immediately feel something poking your thigh, making you blush.

He laughs softly seeing your expression. “Let me check my love..”, he whisper teasingly in your ear before kissing your neck few times, proceeding to leave few hickeys on it.

When he is fully satisfied, you feel is thumb running up and down against your already damp panties making you whimper softly. "so wet for me love…", he softly pushed aside your panties so he could have access to your needy cunt.

Hearing your softly whimpers, he pushes his thumb in your tight soaking pussy making you arch your back.

“hush love, you are so sensitive and needy already, I just put my thumb and you already soaking wet..” He teases softly in your ear.

He starts rubbing your clit as you feel two of fingers teasing your entrance. His fingers slowly slide deep in you, curving right at your gspot. He kissed your neck and then gently nibbled your earlobe.

His other hand pulls and grabs your hips tightly, ensuring he continues torturing your little tight pussy. You knew that how tightly he held you hips, ut would surely bruise.

He continued to kiss your neck gently, nibbling softly with his lips, and then your chin. A soft moan left your lips, and he smirked.

You feel his thick long fingers so deep in you as his thumb rubs vigorously on your clit. You are holding onto him so tightly. “Ghost..” you moan in his ear which only makes him do his torture more.

The entire situation was a turn on for you. You guys were after all sitting on the front porch, if anyone visited you right now, anyone could see what the both of you were doing. But Ghost didn’t seem to care.

He lifted up your top to start sucking on your tits, leaving hickeys. You could feel yourself closing to cumming. But just as you were about to cum, Ghost stops making you whine so loudly.

“is someone desperate?”, Ghost teases you with a smirk on his face. He puts the wet fingers in your mouth making you suck on them.

“please please..” you beg. “please what my love?” He says softly. But you are unable to respond, just responding with you needy whines and moans.

“love how many times do i need to teach you? You will only cum on my cock.” He says, softly tapping your cheek.

He pulls out his precum dripping hard cock out, which only makes you more cock desperate.

He slowly shoves his thick cock deep in your tight pussy. Even after so many years, his girth was too much for you. You could feel him going in until his tip touched your womb entrance and he was balls deep.

He places both of his hands on your hips before commanding you, “ride this dick now”.

You start moving your hips so desperate. Each time you could feel his tip hitting again and again on your womb while rubbing against your gspot.

He moaned softly and whimpered in his ear. As soon as you started to slow down, he started aggressively slamming into your tight pussy ensuring he went fully in each time.

“fuck babe..” he whispered in your ear before kissing you so deeply and passionately. He kept pulling you down in his cock until he was all in while he kept muttering curse words cause how tight and wet your pussy was for him.

"so fucking tight for me.." He groaned into your ears as his thrusts seemed to get more aggressive and faster.

You were going dumb cause how good it felt. His cock was hitting the right spots each time. He spanked your ass couple of time before he started playing with your clit too now.

You were a mess. Your mind was clouded with thoughts about him only.

Before you knew it, you both had reached your high, you felt his slams into your hips become harder, you knew he was about to cum and so were you.

"gonna let me cum in your wet cunt love? Get all full and pregnant? Yeah love?" you nodded your head unable to form words.

"cum for me love, cum." You immediately felt yourself cum as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

You could felt the hot thick spurts of his cum fill your womb. He kept thrusting in you softly as you both rode out your high.

You placed your head on his chest, exhausted. He softly kissed your head few times as he muttered praises in your ear, making you smile.

You suddenly felt him lift you up with his dick still inside you, making you confused. You had expected him to pull out.

He looked at your confused face before softly muttering in your ear, “gosh my love you are naive, why don’t we try in our house now?”

He carried you inside and all you could do was smile and just get excited for more.

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