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lustrousgh0st · 1 year

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Dirty tongue

~🖤🔞🖤~ Simon “ghost” Riley x fem!reader (code name Fox)

Warnings/tags: just smut, I know very little about cod, blowjob, cum swallowing, reader is very flirty, I guess public sex If you squint, size difference, ghost is injured, blood, spit, tears, yeah idk what else it’s smut you probably know what to expect.

Notes: I don’t feel that proud of this but I hope you enjoy it, please comment and share if you do! Will probably do a part two.

‼️Minors dni! NSFW under the cut‼️

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Ghost had become accustomed to your lecherous comments and behaviour, no matter how many times he made you drop and do 20 you never gave in. In fact, you’d probably make a joke about how no man’s ever made you sweat so much. Ghost just accepted there was no changing you, It was probably your way of coping he guessed, it was hard doing this job so he couldn’t really blame you for trying to loosen the mood with a few dirty jokes.

Not that he minded at all having a hot woman making perverted jokes about him…In fact he’d say that he liked them a bit too much. It was that reason he so desperately wanted you to stop sometimes, he hated the way his cock would betray him when you made dirty comments.

Fuck knows the last time he got his dick wet and touching himself was near impossible most the time, he was depraved, frustrated.

He knew for sure that if you ever made even a hint that you weren’t joking he’d be all over you in an embarrassing time.

Right now you were tarring the squad van out of enemy territory with Ghost in the passenger seat clutching his shoulder making incredibly questionable moans.

“Shit”

he whispered through gritted teeth as you hit a bump

“sorry sir, roads a bit bumpy”

you apologised, watching him from the corner of your eye. The grimace of pain that was painted in his eyes was…oddly attractive “Hmm fuck” his voice purred right in your chest

“Jesus L.T you been shot or are you getting your dick sucked?”

You bantered. He shifted in his seat, blood trickling between his fingers

“don’t think you’d know what that sounds like sweetheart”

he retorted and you chuckled “no but I’d loveee to find out” you smirked and ghost just glared “shut the fuck up fox” he said flatly.

“Oooh you gonna make me sir?”

You giggled knowing full well you were pushing your luck now, Ghosts grip tightened and he sighed hard “drive” was all he said with a tone you don’t hear from him often. You lifted your hands apologetically with out leaving the wheel

“alright, alright, I’ll stop….how you holding up?”

You asked, changing the subject. Your lieutenant rested his head back onto the seat “I’m fine, just keep your eyes on the road” you could tell he wasn’t really okay but you knew better than to challenge your superior and so you focused on getting to base as fast as possible.

You pulled up fast outside the medic tent and quickly got out to open the passenger door for him, you wanted to offer your hand for support but you knew better than that. After you’d seen ghost inside and made sure the medic was seeing to his gun shot wound you went to quickly freshen yourself up before being called to help distribute some supplies.

You saw one labeled first aid and you quickly picked it up, seizing your chance to go check on your lieutenant. You pushed through the tent opening and surprisingly found it quite empty, only the medic could be seen washing his hands. You placed the supply box down on a bench nearby

“how’s he doing?”

You asked and the medic chuckled “well..he’s patched up” he nodded his head to one of the tented off areas at the back and you nodded in acknowledgement.

“Lieutenaaant”

you sang out before gently pulling back the sheet that covered the space, your eyes quickly met the form of ghosts topless body, littered with old scars and bruises that were still healing. A thick bandage now covered the fresh entry and exit wound on his shoulder from the bullet.

Your eyes trailed the length of his muscular body, taking note of the prominent veins that popped beneath his weirdly soft looking skin. Of course he was still wearing that damn balaclava, his blood soaked shirt discarded on the floor

“oh hellooo sailor”

you whistle with a raise of your eyebrows. Ghost, for once in his life, looked surprised before it quickly turned to his usual grimace, he sighed heavy as he lent back onto the cart that held medical supplies

“the hell are you doing in here?”

He questioned. Your eyes were still fixed on his body, taking every moment to savour the most amount of skin you’d ever seen of this man

“just droppin’ off a box of supplies and thought I’d check in on ya….glad I did”

you giggled finally meeting his eyes. Ghost folded his arms, chest being pushed up against his forearms and you noticed the little amused huff he gave. Despite his usual cold demeanour you could tell he found your banter amusing at times, like a dad who didn’t want to laugh at his child’s inappropriate jokes because the wife would tell him off.

He had to keep up the power balance of him being your lieutenant, can’t have you thinking you’re allowed to step out of line. Not with out punishment that is

“You should get back to it then soldier… t’s not wise to be ogling your superior”

he said lowly but you only stepped closer, too close

“awh come on sir, at least let me savour the view first…ya know, for later” you smirked and he swallowed thickly at your hint. The implication you’d touch yourself to the image of him was too much, it was sending his mind into overdrive.

It wasn’t often he stopped using his brain and started being controlled by his dick but right now he was so fucking horny just being alone in this tented off space was enough to get his hormones flipping out.

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you ya know that”

he purred, his eyes going dark and palms sweating as he looked down at you, so fucking close he thought, he could be on you before you even had time to realise.

“so I’ve been told” you replied and you dared to try touch his chest but your wrist was quickly gripped hard.

“s’gonna get you in a lot of trouble one day”

his voice low and heavy as he glared down at you still holding your wrist in a vice grip, your heart beating a million miles an hour at the close proximity and tension that weighs heavy in your throat every time you breathe. The air felt thick, this was different to your usual flirty banter, felt like the tension had finally reached the limit and had nothing to do but snap.

“I believe it already has sir”

your voice barely a whisper, you were really walking on thin ice now

“it appears so”

he said, you maintained the heavy eye contact he was holding as his hand slipped from your wrist and traveled up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its path. Reaching your shoulder and then your neck, thumb grazing over your pulse, he noticed the way it was thumping under his touch.

He gently grazed your jawline before slipping his grip into the back of your hair, so fast you couldn’t even register the movement. You inhaled sharply at the tight tug on the roots of your hair, your hand instinctively coming to hold onto his wrist. You both stared silently for a moment before ghost lent in, resting right by your ear, you could hardly breathe

“you wanna know what I really sound like?”

For a split second you didn’t understand, until you remembered what you’d said in the truck earlier and suddenly it felt like your stomach may vacate your body.

“Y..yes sir”

you said breathlessly, the mask of your nonchalant flirtatious attitude slipping away as it suddenly became reality. Ghost lent back, his grip loosening and coming to hook under your jaw, pulling your eyes up to meet his since he was just so much fucking taller than you.

“go on then”

he cocked a brow and you could hear the smirk in his voice, the cocky shit, you felt like a deer in the headlights of an 18 wheeler.

“really?” you questioned in disbelief, he rested back onto the cart again and waited expectingly “really” he repeated. You blinked, wide eyed while your brain rebooted, slowly falling to your knees just in front of him, your face for sure flushed a deep shade of pink.

He felt the tension in his pants grow almost impossibly tighter at the sight, the anticipation of what you were going to do, he couldn’t remember the last time he got his dick sucked.

Too long for sure.

You fumbled with his heavy belt, the significant bulge reaching down the inside of his thigh made your hands sweaty as you pictured it. You ran your fingers over the length, earning a heavy sigh from the man and then placed a trail of kisses down to the tip which had him grinding his hips forward.

Every time you glanced up you were met with that constant eye contact, making your heart pound over and over. Now that you’d unbuckled his belt and pants it was time to free the monster so to speak, shit you were nervous, what if he didn’t like it? Thought you were shit, what if you fucked up and scraped your teeth against him? Oh the embarrassment. Worst of all what if you couldn’t make him cum? Fuck, you’d have to leave the task force for sure, move country, get a new profession, change your name.

All the over thinking was making your mouth dry and that was definitely not what you needed before sucking a dick. You closed your eyes and shook your head ever so gently to mentally reset yourself and you couldn’t help the smirk that spread on your face as you realised just how crazy this was “something funny?” Ghost questioned and you shook your head

“no….well, just this is so crazy, I mean I’m actually about to suck your dick. You, my lieutenant”

ghost hummed in acknowledgement.

“quite the situation you’ve got yourself into sweetheart”

he purred, reaching to pull the band of his boxers down exposing the base of his cock, thick veins snaking down his shaft. You felt yourself throbbing at the sight, the way his hands looked, the veins on his arms and flexed muscles, the trail of hair from his belly button.

The scent of natural musk and sweat coming from him had you feeling almost animalistic, slick coating your underwear

“hmm come on sir, get your cock out already, I’m dying to see”

you bit your lip. Trailing your hands along the soft skin of his abdomen he throbbed when you got inches away from his dick

“shit, dirty girl”

he hummed as he finally pulled himself free, thick and heavy hanging over the waist of his boxers and pants. Oh my fucking god it was gorgeous, perfect, mouth watering. You wasted no time taking hold of it, your fingers just barely connecting

“holy shit L.T how do you walk with this thing?” You said bewildered.

“I’d say a 3rd leg makes walking easier”

he quipped, fuck he’s self aware “fuck off” you bantered and ghost chuckled.

It kept throbbing in your grip, heavy as you stroked the full length, a clear bead seeping from the tip which you eagerly dragged along your tongue while your eyes stayed locked on his. The feeling of your tongue sent a shiver up his spine, the hairs on his arm standing on end as he stared at your mouth.

The hot, wet hole he wanted to fuck so bad taunting him and when you finally sealed your lips around the head he groaned almost pathetically desperate. You wished you had the self control to slowly tease him, working his dick until he whined and begged but right now you just wanted him to fuck your mouth. Wanted to feel him sitting hot and heavy on your tongue, wanted his blunt head to force it’s way down your throat, wanted to taste the salty thick cum at the end of it all and prove your loyalty by swallowing it. Ghosts head lolled back as the pleasure swept his body

“fuuuuck”

he groaned deeply, his hand coming down to encompass the back of your head, almost able to fully cover the circumference. You hummed with lust while taking him as deep as you could, it wasn’t his full length but it didn’t seem like he minded, probably just happy to be getting his dick sucked.

He held your head steady and ever so gently fucked his hips into you, spit started to slip down your chin, the thickness of his dick pushing it out with every movement. Ghost never let up on his noises, moaning and purring deep in his throat constantly, it would be no secret what was going on behind these curtains if anyone overheard.

One hand stayed braced on his muscular thigh as you moved the other to cup his heavy balls, he jolted a bit at the touch but soon cursed hard when you started gently fondling them.

“Bloody hell fox”

it was laced with his heavy accent “shit that’s good” his hold on the back of your head suddenly became a tight grip, once again tugging on your hair. You were no longer in control of your head, ghost taking complete dominance, you just had to do your best to not choke or gag but tears were starting to weep from your eyes. When ghost looked down to see your sweet eyes filled with glossy tears, eyebrows furrowed together and soft pink-lips parted over his cock he felt his balls tighten painfully

“oh sweetheart..keep looking at me like that and I won’t last”

That didn’t exactly make you stop, the idea you could make him cum so easy was only incentive for you, wanted him to never forget it. You took the hand that was playing with his balls and wrapped it around the head of his cock, placing your mouth on the end and stroking down his length until it entered your mouth again.

You used your hand and mouth to jerk him off for probably all of 5 seconds before he was forcing your movements to still, breathing out a heavy

“careful”

it was a low husk laced with lust. You smirked devilishly “why?” Continuing to lick the tip but his tight grip in your hair soon pulled you away but you quickly defied him and continued working your hand.

Eventually ghost gave up trying to resist, giving in to your movements and releasing his grip on you in favour of leaning back

“Jesus christ”

he said in ecstasy, you felt him trembling, twitching and throbbing all over. He was close, so close and you never imagined such a wall of a man to be so vocal and trembling when getting his dick sucked. Ghost could feel the twinge every time your hand slid over the sensitive tip, he wouldn’t lie he felt embarrassed to be cuming so fast but shit you knew how to work his cock.

When he started practically panting and knuckles going white you knew that was the cue so you stuck out your tongue and stroked him against it. That face, that fucking face, eyes blown with lust, hot tongue acting as a pillow for his dick, Jesus it had him cuming hard.

Thick globs of hot white coating your tongue and lips as he moaned like a porn star, you’re gonna replay that sound in your memory so many times for sure. His chest still heaved as he burned the image of his cum decorating your mouth into his wank bank.

“Fuck, keep looking at me”

he husked, cock still bobbing with post orgasm sensitivity “look so good like that” he watched as you used your tongue to swipe his cum from your lips.

As you were still licking the mess up you both heard someone enter the tent, ghost quickly stuffed his softening cock back into his pants and you just about got to your feet before footsteps approached the bay “L.T?” Soaps voice called.

Your eyes shot wide and ghost gave you a look that said “act fuckin’ normal” as he called back to the man, your comrade pulled back the curtain and raised a brow when he saw you both.

“S’goin on in here?“

he smiled suspiciously “Johnny” ghosts commanding voice replied as though he wasn’t just trembling and whining moments ago. Soap flicked his eyes between you two, your hair still slightly messed and face flushed, he was definitely suspicious but he remained casual

“just checkin you’re good sir, been in here a while is all, men were askin”

he motioned behind him. Ghost cleared his throat, noticing the way his belt was still loosely undone

“I’m fine McTavish, take more than a bullet to the shoulder to kill me”

and soap laughed “too right L.T”. Soap gave a gentle nod to ghost and winked at you before starting to leave when he stoped in his tracks

“oh sir…put a shirt on, yeah?”

He smirked and left leaving the both of you to linger in the embarrassment. When your eyes flicked back to ghost his gaze was already fixed on you, he gestured for you to come to him and you did. He stroked your face, moving your hair out the way

“I guess I should go”

you mumbled kinda forlornly and ghost hummed in agreement. His hand snaked down your waist to your ass and squeezed a handful “come to my tent later” he suggested against the skin of your neck, clothed lips leaving a trail.

“Oh? Was that not enough? You horndog lieutenant”

You joked but your breath hitched when one of his hands moved to your waistline and teased at the skin underneath. Your heart was racing again

“Hmm no, I’m just not the kind of guy to not return the favour”

Oh, oh my god. You bit your lip at the thought

“Is that so?”

“It is”

“Well then, my hands are tied” you smirked before placing a longing gentle kiss over his balaclava, having to get on the balls of your feet to reach.

“Go on soldier” Ghost smacked your ass as you turned to leave, making you flinch, and you had to quickly wipe the wide smile from your face before you left the med tent.

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exquisiteserotonin · 8 months

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Precious Possessions, Chapter 3

Here we are folks, the final (maybe?) installment of Precious Possessions. I might be a little biased, but this might be the hottest chapter yet.

Series Summary: Defense intelligence conferences are always the same informative but also always boring. You didn't expect anything different for this one, but an unexpected meeting with a man named Dave York, changes the trajectory of your conference experience and maybe even more.

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Pairing: Dave York X F!Reader

Word Count: 4.3K

Rating & Warnings: HEAVY E! (This one is definitely absolutely not for minors, MDNI!!! 18+ ONLY) This fic contains, but are not limited to the following, dom!Dave, semi-sub reader, spanking, bondage, overstimulation, PiV sex, creampie, oral (f! and m! receiving)dirty, dirty talk.

A/N: Not beta'd, very little use of y/n. I really really enjoyed writing this. I hope you love reading it! Thank you to my magical sluts for all the encouragement <3 Love you bbs. @legendary-pink-dot @imalrightllama @sparklefarts38 @blueheat1-blog @best-little-secret @redhotkitchen @basicoccult

Yes there is a playlist could listen to while reading this.

York Times Playlist

Chapter 3: Disclosure

Keeping your hands off each other was a battle that neither of you were keen on winning, knowing the pleasure that would be in store once you made it upstairs to your room or his, you didn’t care which. With discretion still at the front of your brain as you suggested to Dave that you walk in first to avoid suspicion and accusatory glances. The lobby still buzzed with some conference attendees coming and going to enjoy evening revelries outside the conference hotel. A handful of others still flitted around the bar drunkenly networking and schmoozing.

You found your way to a quiet spot, tucked away from the lobby. Still drunk with the memory of his fingers inside you, the knot inside you tightened in anticipation of him and how your pussy would feel after he sunk every inch of himself into you. The sound of footsteps echoed to your ears, and you turned expecting to see Dave standing before you. Instead, you found Brad, face red and splotchy with drunkenness. He leaned over at the wall over you, the smell of too much hair product and cheap beer wafting to your nose. You rolled your eyes so hard that you swear it could be heard.

“Hey you,” his voice was loud, nasal, and badgering like a bad car salesman, “where have you been?”

“Out...networking,” you stated, “you know how it is.”

“You go out networking looking like that?” He formed his thin lips into a whistle as he looked you up and down, “You are seriously holding out on all of us.”

“No, I’m really not,” you shrugged, beginning to look at your phone, “I’m just super selective about who I network with.”

“Come on, we all know it’s not about what you know,” Brad said moving in so close that you felt his humid breath stew on your skin , “it’s about who you know.”

“And who the hell are you?” You said coiling away from him, your skin itchy and crawling with a slow worm of disgust.

“Are you serious?” The entitlement he held in these words as he spoke them disgusted you. “Do you know who my father is?”

“Oh we’re going there?” You scoffed. “Please, I didn’t need to rely on my daddy to get where I am today.”

“But I bet you like fucking powerful men don’t you, you whore!” He grated, grabbing and shaking you by the arms.

Grabbing ahold of his arm, you shoved him off you back into a wall. He stumbled backwards, nearly falling into the potted plant behind him. Dave’s timing could not have been more perfect, as you saw him round the corner.

“Fuck you, you brainiac bitch,” he cried and you nearly laughed at the entitlement weeping in his voice.

“We have a problem here?” Dave's eyes were like lasers on Brad.

“It’s fine, Brad’s just drunk and disappointed,” you explained with nonchalance, “let’s go.”

“Have fun fucking a married man, you two-bit whore!” he bellowed. “Wouldn't it be fun if his wife found out about you two?”

Unblinking, you bounded forward with one foot ready to lunge at him until Dave held you back with nothing but a gesture of his hand. Silently, he walked towards Brad until he stood face to face with him. He leaned forward like a predator sniffing its prey. You watched mesmerized as Dave took a commanding hand to force Brad backwards by the base of his neck. He hit the wall with a loud thump. Dave’s eyebrows narrowed downward and his chocolate brown eyes faded to deep black pools void of any sparkle that you found in his eyes earlier that evening. You could see as he whispered something to him through growling teeth. Whatever it was, it was enough to have Brad stumbling away, dumbfounded and cursing something under his breath about how his father would hear about this. He turned back to you giving you a look that said: Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of.

A tight excitement percolated in your stomach, up to your chest, and neck when you noticed no one was following you into the elevator. As the doors closed behind you and after Dave pushed one of the floor buttons, you grabbed his sweater and pulled his body to yours until his lips crashed into yours in a fervent kiss. The heat between you intensified as his massive hands made their slow journey over every curve of your body, slipping past your waist until they found a firm grip on your ass.

“What did you tell the poor bastard?” you asked, between wet, needy kisses.

“Nothing serious,” as he brought his hand to your face, down to your clavicle and then cupping your breast, “just that I would find him and kill him if he made threats like that again.”

“Understandable,” you breathed, as you felt his soft lips and his tongue dip onto your neck to your cleavage.

He pulled down your bra to expose your breast evoking a desperate cry from your throat, “You have to protect yourself--keep up appearances.”

He pulled you close, licking and biting at your nipple.

“Besides, no one’s going to talk about my dirty, pretty, little slut like that,” he said as he pressed you into one of the walls of the elevator.

The elevator came to a stop on his floor, something you hadn’t expected. The thought of entering a space that was private to him sent a tingle throughout your body, emanating from the center of you. He was clutching your hand tightly in his, your fingers intertwined with his in a libidinous daze. The moment he pressed the keycard to his room door, your pussy pulsated for him.

Inside, one bedside lamp illuminated the room, everything clean and presentable for you. Your heart began pounding in your chest in anticipation, until he reached behind wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands traveling upwards to massage your breasts. Every nerve ending in your body vibrated at his touch, his hands reaching down the front of your dress into your bra to play with your nipples. Your mind was spinning, your thoughts unable to keep up with the moves your body made. With a strong grip, Dave spun you around to face him, pushing you back to his bed with such force that you bounced when you hit the mattress.

“Did you fantasize about me earlier this afternoon?” Dave voiced with a gruff whisper in your ear, as he crawled over you coaxing more sweetness to drip from your center. “When you had a headache, did you touch yourself? Make yourself come wishing it was me?”

“Yes!” you moaned. “I did.”

With a firm right hand, he squeezed your face, forcing your gaze towards his, “Yes, what?”

You bit your lip before providing the response you knew he desperately wanted, “Yes, daddy.”

A low moan vibrated in his chest and the feeling of his hardening bulge against your thigh had you lightheaded. You opened your mouth, presenting your tongue for him. He took it with a groan of satisfaction. Teeth, tongue, and lips intertwined together, so hungry that you could swallow each other. Your lips and his were red, hot, and swollen once they parted to find one moment to breath. Dave stood up from the bed, pulling his sweater over his head, almost taking the V-neck t-shirt he was wearing underneath with him. It gave you a small peek of his belly as it clung to his defined abdomen.

He switched places with you, spreading his legs wide as he sat down to unbuckle his belt, setting it neatly beside him on the wrinkled sheets. The freckles on his chest peeked out from the deep v of his shirt, making you yearn for more. You watched as his massive hands caressed the fabric of his jeans. The way he made a show of taking off his wedding ring before you set off something carnal inside you. He placed it on the nightstand next to the bed, a gesture so erotic that it forced you to erupt with an involuntary moan. He looked up at you with heavy eyelids as he grabbed you. He left a kiss at your pelvis as he slipped his hands underneath taking hold of your ass.

“Take off your clothes.” He ordered.

You complied, feeling the soft knitted fabric of your dress cascade down your skin like a waterfall, pooling on the floor. You stood before him, inhibited only by the strapless bra and cheeky underwear you wore. With one gesture of his hand he beckoned you to him. His hands were supple yet powerful as he massaged his hands up your thighs.

“C’mere baby,” he gestured to his lap, “lean over.”

It was like second nature to obey him. You leaned on your abdomen over his knees with an automaticity that was so unlike you. He used his hands to push his hair off your shoulders, tracing down the shape of your waist, until they rested on your ass. The anticipation of what he was going to do next was burning your body.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned, massaging your ass, approaching closer and closer to your center.

“Please,” you begged, wiggling for him.

Before you could say anything else, you heard a low chuckle rise out of his chest followed by the sharp pain of his hand slapping your ass. The initial stinging quickly transformed into pleasure with just enough respite for him to slap again, but with more force eliciting from you a loud, long moan. Your center grew more wet by the second and between slaps you felt Dave’s fingers graze over the soft fabric of your underwear, teasing you. Another loud, strong slap met your ass giving you pain and pleasure while tears formed at the corner of your eyes.

“Fuck, my gorgeous, dirty girl.”

Another smack.

And another moan.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked as you heard the familiar ringing of his belt buckle.

Pants of your anxious anticipation were all you could muster andyou failed to answer him.

The crack of his belt came down on your ass and you cried out into the back of your hand.

“I said, ‘who do you belong to?’”

The hedonistic crack of leather stung you again, leaving your ass hot and quivering.

“You, Dave,” you answered your moans mixed with tears of ecstasy, “I belong to you.”

And then came one, two, three more whips of his belt sweeped down on you.

The audible sound of Dave taking in a long, deep breath of your essence was a moment of blissful respite. Two deep breaths of your own was all you were allowed before you felt his hands ripping off your underwear. A slap of his hand to your pussy was nearly enough to make you come, writhing over his knees. The tips of his fingers caressed your folds before he entered your center with two long fingers. You gripped furiously at the sheets on the bed, feeling your center throb as he pumped, moved, and twisted in and out of you. You could feel your climax rising, but all he left you with was a desperate cry and a feeling of emptiness as he pulled his fingers from you.

“You’ll come when I let you, firefly” his voice rumbled.

He stood up, letting you roll to the center of the bed. It was a desperate scramble for you to remove your bra, bare and open for him. Every move of his electrified you as he pulled off his shirt, revealing broad shoulders and chest, lines forming at the sides of his abdomen, but with a softer belly. The anticipation sparked inside you as he removed his pants and you saw his hard cock, a twitching, veiny god ready for you to worship.

“I knew you’d be big,” you felt like a lioness ready to pounce on her mate.

You crawled towards him ready to grab his cock, to show him how much you wanted him, to show him how well you could please him. Instead he shoved you back down on the bed, crawling up your body with his hands tracing up your curves until he had one hand gripping the base of your neck. The pressure with which he held your neck was exquisite and the heat that blazed from him to you had you bucking your hips in desire, longing for him to thrust into you. The ravenous look in his eyes told you that he was completely in control. He quickly bound your wrists together over your head using his belt. A breathy moan escaped you as he rolled his body against yours, feeling your nipples press against his broad, firm chest before he kissed you. The sudden feeling of the silky fabric of his tie covering your eyes had you panting and your heartbeat thumping into your ears.

All your senses heightened as you twisted in anticipation, every hair on your body raised with the electricity he sparked in you. An indignant pout and whimper left your mouth as you lay in wait for any touch he decided to bestow upon you.

“Please, please Dave!’

“I like you like this, firefly,” he growled into your ear, “open and begging for me.”

Your breaths and your pulse grew faster as his hands massaged your breasts before his fingers pinched your nipples. Your yelp filled the air as you felt his capable hands explore your body. The warm air of his breath reached your mound and his muscular forearms spread your legs open wide for him. You heard him breathe your scent into his nose, his loud groan vibrating your folds as though he’d been presented with the sweetest smelling fruit. Not a second later, you felt his broad tongue lick a firm, slow stripe from your center all the way to your clit. You cried out his name as he masterfully explored your folds, pulling the smaller petals into his mouth and then letting go to focus the front of his tongue to swirling, flicking, and lunging at your clit until all you could do was sob and fight against the restraints on your wrists.

You knew his tongue would be heaven but didn’t expect just how adept he would be at finding your pleasure. It couldn’t get better than this. It just couldn’t. His next devotion was to wrap his lips around your clit and savoring it as the most delectable fruit he’d ever tasted. The blazing desire creeped up your chest to your neck, and your breaths were heaving, your center trembled as he refused to take his mouth off you. A loud, long scream of his name filled the room, as you bucked your hips from the overstimulation of his tongue as it brought you to orgasm.

His lips released you and you lay on the bed, blissful, dizzy, and unresistant. He took off your blindfold, permitting you to see his handsome lust-filled face. His lips were painted with your slick. He brought his lips to yours, the taste of you mixing with the sweet taste of his lips. His massive hands explored your body until he held his grip at your throat.

“Do you see how good you taste, you dirty slut?” He said through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna make you mine, completely.”

He unbuckled the belt around your wrists, and he pulled you up to him, pressing your bodies together. Sweat dotted your body as your heat intertwined. You needed to keep your lips held to his in a messy and hungry kiss. Pulling him as close as possible to you, you wrapped your arms around him, gripping him and feeling his cock grow thick and long with the need for you. You dug your nails into his back, a groan of pleasure vibrating from his chest. Yet he pushed you back to the bed, his expression mixed with anger and intrigue.

“Naughty girl!” He said with a low roar shoving you away from him. “I didn’t give you permission to do that.”

You grabbed his face with a smirk before you kissed him again.

“Your wife would never do this for you,” you sucked his lip. “She’d never succumb to you the way I do.”

You laughed as he tossed you face down onto the bed. Your cunt was weeping and ready for him. He grabbed your arms behind you, looping his belt meticulously around your wrists, tightening it to make sure you could not loosen it on your own.

You wiggled your ass at him, straining your wrists against your restraints.

“Fuck, do you feel how hard you make me, baby?” He slapped his cock onto your pussy, drawing a loud yelp from you. “Look at how pretty your pussy is throbbing and wet for me, I wanna fill you up with so much of my cum that it’s dripping down your legs.”

“Please, give it to me!” You begged.

Another yelp echoed in the room as he gave your ass a hard smack. You smiled to yourself knowing you’d have marks from him, too.

“I need you to be more specific, firefly,” he uttered as he slapped his cock against your pussy again. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

The way you wanted him was so intense that you were nearly in tears and you responded breathlessly, “I need you to stretch me and ruin this pussy with your big, fat cock. Please fuck me.”

He was unexpectedly gracious and rubbed his cock along your folds before pushing in and stretching you out slowly. You moaned feeling his dick throb inside you and your pussy clenched around it. Together you moaned at the feeling of each other, desperate and depraved for whatever the other would give. Your pussy quivered each time he pounded into you. The wet sounds that came from your cunt as he thrust into you were obscene.

“Fuck, you’re taking my cock so well, you’re so fucking wet,” he growled, grabbing onto your hips with an iron-like grip. “This tight little pussy is mine. It was made for me.”

The familiar tingle was beginning its eruption, undulating around in your body and brain.

“I’m gonna come daddy!”

You could feel that he was close, too. His thrusts became harder and more urgent and his already tight grip became impossibly tighter. His breaths came out ragged and through gritted teeth as the tip of his divine cock pushed in deep to meet the spongy part of your core that set off the chain reaction that erupted first in your body and then in his. You squeezed him and heard him growl out for you feeling his cock throb inside you as his hot, white cum coated your walls. You thought quietly to yourself that the IUD was the best medical discovery ever made as he released you from your restraints.

As you lay there, his cum dripping from you he surprised you with the soft gesture of brushing your hair out of your face. You were giddy in the afterglow of how well he fucked you and you pulled him close kissing him and tugging on the sweat-soaked waves of brown hair. You stared at him for a while as he recouped the energy you had expended, examining each line on his face and the story behind it. His body held scars from secret stories you knew he wasn’t ready to tell. You kissed them and he flinched and you intertwined his fingers with yours, a silent encouragement that you would listen to those stories if he ever felt the urge to tell you.

“Shower with me,” you said, between greedy kisses that left both of your lips swollen.

You stood up from the bed, knowing your body would draw him to you like a magnet. LIke a confirmation of your bet, he followed you into his shower. You closed your eyes letting the warm water cascade over the expanse of your body. It wasn’t too long before he joined you, immediately running his hands over you, massaging your breasts, worshiping your nipples, taking the pussy he had claimed as his own and making you fall apart all over again over his fingers. With one quick slap of your ass, he left you to finish your shower and dry off. When you were done, you stepped out, dried off, and wrapped yourself in a plush, white hotel towel. The color stood in stark contrast to the dark deeds and desires you and Dave had for each other.

“You can use my comb if you need to,” he walked in to stand just behind you, his naked figure taunting and tempting as he gestured towards the comb placed neatly on the bathroom vanity.

The gesture seemed almost too domestic, but he quickly made up for it by grasping your hips to his pelvis. He pulled the towel from your body to admire your naked figure with his eyes and his hands. You leaned back into him and he turned your face to his to draw you into his ravenous lips.

“Come back to bed,” he ordered.

You obeyed him as he sat on the bed, drawing you to him by your waist. He blessed your breasts with kisses and then took your nipples into his mouth, biting at them with fervor. You tossed your head back moaning as he venerated your body with his. Your core was growing wet again at each touch.

“Show me what your mouth can do,” he demanded as he pushed you down to your knees.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, pumping him to grow just a little before you wrapped your lips around him. It grew in your mouth as you swirled your tongue at his tip, sliding into the small space between the head of his cock and his foreskin. He called your name as you gently rolled his foreskin back and down the base of him and adjusted your throat to take in the veiny, girthy length of him. The saltiness of his precum washed over your tongue as you let him fuck your mouth.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth takes me so well,” he moaned his voice gravelly and unhinged.

You sucked on him hard, pulling on his cock as you let him go, leaving it standing at attention as he left your mouth.

“I need to bounce on that cock, baby,” you pleaded with him, “please, can I bounce on your big--fat--cock.”

“Yes, baby, take it all in.”

He moaned as you positioned yourself over him, bouncing and rolling your hips over him. You started slowly, your hands grasping and digging at his waist and chest with your nails as you felt his cock thrust into you. His thrusts became more erratic as he pushed himself into you deeper and deeper. Your tits bounced as you called out his name.

“Oh god yes!” You cried feeling your climax approaching as he bucked his hips up. “Dave, oh, god yes, yes, it’s so good.”

“Yes, firefly, you have the best, tightest little cunt,” he praised as you rode him. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to, tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s yours, daddy, only yours.”

It was all he needed to hear as he rocked into you with all his strength, leaving you moaning out your adorations for him in the form of his name as you came undone over him. The heat of his cum filled you again and he gifted you with one last smack of your ass before he pulled out of you with a whimper that left you gasping.

You rolled over with breathless ecstasy, gasping in surprise as he pulled you in possessively close to him. He kneaded the skin of your curves as he held you while you danced your fingers around his chest, belly, and pelvis where evidence of your scratches remained. You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at his handsome face, keeping your gaze on his rich brown eyes. Instinctively, you brought one hand to brush through his damp waves.

“You know, your cock isn’t going to be easy to forget,” you murmured, feeling the slightest bit of sentimentality edge into your voice.

“You say it like we’re never going to fuck again,” he said with a raise of his eye brow, his hands exploring where you had left your mark, like he was memorizing them. “You left these for me after all.”

“Think of them as reminders that your wife could never fuck you the way I do.”

He moved in on you tugging at your hair as he brought his face to yours.

“I told you, I would own this pussy,” he kissed you as insurance, “just as much as you own this cock.”

“I like that proposition,” you said, biting your lip at the thought of feeling his cock between your legs again.

You turned around and felt his arm wrap around you to pull you to him again. His hands rubbed up and down your body, occasionally pinching your nipples. You knew it would only be a matter of time before you were fucking each other yet again.

His face was so beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful you had ever seen. Your nerves were getting the best of you, but you knew you had to ask. You hadn’t gotten far in your career without knowing a thing or two, not without doing your research. He wasn’t the only one who could make things happen by grand design. Though, needing his cock had not been a part of your original plan.

“Dave, I want in,“ you whispered, caressing his forehead and running your hands through his hair.

“What are you talking about?” He said his voice lowering an octave as he squeezed your hand to stop your fingers from caressing his hair.

And then you let the request fall from your lips, “When are we going to kill Brad?”

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A/N 2: I realize this has was left on a huge cliff hanger. I was not sure if I wanted to or if this would be enjoyed enough to warrant a continuation. Please let me know your thoughts and as always comment and reblog. I swear I'm nice. ;)

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