Simon Ghost Riley x Fem Reader
dad bf!simon, simon!smut, dom!simon, age gap, degradation, mask!kink, aftercare!simon
You wake to the sound of Simon's alarm going off. Since his last mission, Price has asked him to lay off for a while. Enjoy a few months at home. Simon has really taken a liking to taking care of you every day. He loves to instill healthy habits you didn't so much have before.
Prior to meeting Simon, you worked a shitty overnight job at a bakery- making bread until the sun came up. You hated working here. The only real highlights of your life used to be getting to rest your aching feet after a long day, or getting drunk with some friends you'd gone to school with. Once you met the older man at a pub one night, you never separated unless it was due to his line of work. It took a while before he finally asked you to be his girlfriend, and before you knew it, at some point you just stopped going to your own flat. He shortly asked you to move into his home, and you never looked back. Simon's in his late thirties, and you've just entered your early twenties. He hated your job. It underpaid and overworked you. He had the means to take care of you (spoil you) as long as you looked after his little secluded cottage in the woods -and his dog- while he was deployed for missions. He convinced you to quit your stupid job, and you couldnāt be more thankful for everything he provides for you. Your old party friends thought you were strange for dropping off the face of the earth for some old military brute, but you wouldn't want it any other way.
Simon was determined to get you on a real eating schedule, sleeping earlier to wake earlier, and enjoy the more mundane parts of life with him. Just the way you brought warmth, laughter, and a tummy full of warm food to Simon; he brought you stability, nurturing, contentment and a sense of safety. You couldn't ask for a better dynamic, truly.
It took the lieutenant a long time of being with you to reveal anything out of his hard exterior. After the first time the tactical war machine of a human told you he loved you, he let his guard down. After all, he was naked and curled up in your arms- face buried in your chest. He was about as vulnerable as he could be. He may be almost 2 decades older than you, but he feels a sense of security within you, too. More so than heās able to explain.
The sharp pinging of the morning alarm cuts off, as you're fading in and out of sleep. Since he's been home for his ordered holiday, Simon tucks you into bed with a cup of sleepytime herbal tea. He reads you some pages from a book you slowly work through together, and you fall right asleep on his shoulder while you listen. He usually kisses your head, gently lays you on your pillow, and rolls over to sleep himself. He's enjoyed changing your sleep pattern from 6am-11am to more of a 10pm-6am. āLike a normal personā as he calls it. He likes to wake up early with you to hear the birds, have a breakfast, and live life like a regular human for the first time ever. Before you- he never dared.
Only the last few nights, you pretended. You did not fall asleep. You waited until you could hear his obnoxious man snores to roll over and grab your book. You'd picked it up from the book store a few weeks back when Simon was still on his mission. He came home earlier than expected- and you never got to start reading it. It's a dark romance novel. It does have an interesting plot, but it is a sexy thriller about the main character falling for her stalker. It is quite smutty, lots of talk about knives, ropes, cnc, breathplay, all kinds of freaky shit. Most importantly- the stalker is a big, masked man.
You haven't quite told Simon all of what you're into, scared of making him feel put off by your freakish fantasies. You knew if he saw you reading, he would look into it and you'd have to explain. You'd rather only get a couple hours of sleep for 3 nights than have that talk- which is exactly what you have been doing. You finally finished the novel last night. Simon has noticed how sleepy you have been, on your tail about why. He swears you're knocked out when he's been having you get to sleep. You've continued to lie, say you must be ill or something.
"Christ, dove," Simon growls from above you. "Takin' you so long t'wake up today."
"Couldn't sleep last night," you yawn. "Again."
Simon leads you to your small dining table in your shared house, the warm sun coating the room with fresh light. He pulls your chair out, and pushes you up to the table.
"While it took y'so long to get up and out of bed, fixed you some breakfast," he says, sitting across from you.
Warm porridge with blueberries and honey on top, and a piece of toast.
"Looks so good, Si," you compliment with eyes shut and a whisper.
He observes you taking the world's slowest bites, eyes still closed, and notes in his mind how quiet you are. Usually, you wake up fairly hungry. You eat fast enough to talk his ear off while he finishes his meal. But this is the third day in a row you have acted strangely, and he is onto you. You start to nod off with your toast in hand, and Simon decides it's time to investigate whatever the hell is going on.
He reaches out a massive palm to feel your cheeks and your forehead.
"Hm," he grumbles. "No fever, no red cheeks, no sniffles."
"Dunno, Si," you lie with a yawn. "Keep wakin' up and can't fall back asleep."
"How come you don't wake me?" he asks.
"Don't want to bother," you reply, avoiding his gaze. "Can I lay back down? Try to catch up on all my missed sleep?"
"Only a short nap," he replies. "Putting you to bed earlier t'night."
He lifts you from your seat bridal-style. You give him a sleepy giggle as he lays you back in your comfy spot, watching you drift off the fastest he's ever seen. He tucks your large, shared quilt over your little body and plants a kiss on your cheek.
Just as he's marveling his sweet creature, he accidentally kicks something with his large foot under the bed. He feels the corner of something hard touching his sock. He bends down and lifts the bed skirt to investigate what you've stashed under your side of the bed. Heās sure not to wake his little princess.
He pulls a thick, hardcover book from underneath the bed. Next to it is a small flashlight that emits just enough light that it wouldnāt have woken him late at night. Upon his investigation, he notices that the bookmark is at the backside tucked between the last page and the rear cover. Curious why youād hidden the book, he decides to take it to the livingroom to investigate the novel. Given the title and a mini flashlight, he knew exactly why youād not been sleeping.
Simon spent a few hours skimming through pages, paying his closest attention to the filth he knew youād been hiding from him. He let you get your rest, because he knows youāll need it when heās finished disciplining you for doing such a thing.
Once you wake, you donāt see Simon in your shared bedroom. You decide to groom yourself a bit for the day, prying yourself from your comfy cocoon you made in your sleep. You give your teeth a clean and comb through your hair with your favorite brush, changing your pajamas for some warmer comfortable clothes. Simon mentioned running some errands, and with winter approaching quickly itās gone cold outside. You opt for some cozy leggings and one of Simonās hoodies. You add some cute little warm socks and go to find your dear partner. Feeling much more rested, you wonder if maybe heās cooking you some lunch!
You walk to the kitchen, heās not there. When you peer around the corner of the wall, you see him. Heās sat in his favorite chair, dark wash jeans and tight, black v neck t shirt strangling the thick muscles of his giant arms. Heās wearing his big boots, eyebrows furrowed and lap spread. His back is rested into the chair that barely has room for such a wide frame. Heās got his hands white knuckled around a bookā¦ Fuck. Itās your book. Itās the book youāve been hiding. He found it under your side of the bed. You really should have known better.
āYāknow I can see you,ā he announces gruffly, not even budging his eyes off the page.
You canāt even muster a reply. You try so hard to find the words to say- something, anything. All you can have the guts to do is stare at the big man, hiding yourself behind the trim of the doorway to the living area. He readjusts his sitting position, bucking his hips up and releasing a guttural exhale. You can tell by the way heās not so inviting to your presence, and his annoyed exhale, that you are in trouble. Heās flipped all of the pages nearly to the end- which means heās already read the worst parts.
āGonna hide over there, or are you gonna act like a big girl and have a talk with me?ā he sternly questions, slamming the book shut.
You feel a pit in your stomach- half full of guilt and the other half full of thrill. You slip behind the door frame and decide to try to make a run for it. You arenāt sure what direction to go, or where youāre even going. You would just rather escape this conversation and deal with the repercussions for it later. You decide to head toward the bathroom door, to lock yourself in there. Just as your tiny self slips past Simon, (easy enough since the top of your head barely comes up to his pecs) you weasel your way into the bathroom. You spin around to pull the door shut and lock it, until you see Simonās big boot stop the door from closing.
āNice fuckenā try,ā he darkly chuckles. āNot like you could wait in here forever, anyway.ā
Simon pulls you gently by your arm out of the room. He leads you back to the livingroom, and takes a seat back in his chair.
āNow,ā he says. āLetās do this over. I know you know youāre in trouble.ā
āIām sorry, Siā¦ā you shyly tell, standing a decent distance away from him. āI knew you would get madā¦ā
āDāyknow why this pisses me off, love?ā he gruffly questions, adjusting his lap in his chair again.
āN-Not really?ā you answer, tilting your head. āItās inappropriate, I suppose.ā
āMhm,ā he groans in agreement. āSat ān read it while you slept, the worst parts of it, anyway. Full of filth. I read it all, you know.ā
Heās holding the book in his enormous hand. White knuckles gripping the binding. The flutter in your stomach returns as you watch Simon observe your body language, youād never admit it to him, but you love to piss him off on purpose. You never do it often, no. Never wanting to really be a bother. You havenāt had an infraction with him in months now. You really did mean to keep the book a secret, you had every intention of discarding it when you could. Throw it into the river or something on a walk alone without him noticing. But maybe some part of you wanted him to find it. Wanted him to do exactly what he did- read it. Maybe he would tell you what he thought of it. Maybe it would make your sex life better than it already is. Trying all of the things that made your needy cunt dripping while your imagination ran wild of Simon- using his authority to scare you in a hot way.
ā āM sorry I did it,ā you apologize, looking at the wooden floor. āShouldnāt have.ā
āYou really shouldnāt have,ā he taunts. āWanted to ask you a few questions about this.ā
āOh, okay,ā you answer, tears of embarrassment beginning to well in your eyes. āI owe you reasoning.ā
āTrained yā well already, I see,ā he laughs to himself. āTell me love, why the fuck dāya have this?ā
āSaw a post online calling it a good book,ā you reply.
āBy now yāshould understand Iām askinā for the truth.ā he growls in annoyance.
"Okay," you sigh, searching for any ounce of confidence. "I did hear about it online... and I knew what it was about. I felt all... tingly... when I learned what happens in it. Soā¦ I waited until you left for your last mission to buy it from the book store. But you came home earlier than expected... so I never got to start reading it."
"So y'decided to sneak this perturbing piece of "literature" into my home? Read it behind my back, lyin' right to my fucken' face for three days about it?" he angrily quizzes.
"...Yes," you don't dare deny. "I'm sorry."
"Did you touch yourself while you read this, kid?" he interrogates with a smirk.
"No, no I really didn't," you inform him. "I'll even pinkie swear you, I really didn't."
"Didn't like it as much as you thought?" he asks, almost taunting you.
"Didn't say that..." you whisper.
"Speak up when you talk to me," he commands. "If you're really sorry about what y'did, you'll face me and fuckin' talk."
"I'm sorry," you say quietly, but louder like he asked. "I really... like... that book. Didnāt wanna touch without you here.ā
Tears start to spill from your eyes without control. You hate when you do this- but you can't help it. You're so embarrassed by what he caught you doing, you can't think of what you really want to say, and his looming presence in his chair is making you feel a way you can't describe. You hope Simon isn't really too mad, but maybe you hope that he is. He's quite seductively irresistible when he's mad at you. You're so embarrassed and turned on at the same time. What else could you do but cry?
"C'mere love. Sit on my lap," he says, patting his right thigh.
You follow his directions and sit on his lap, legs in between his. You can't face him. However, he knows that. But he doesn't care in the slightest. He grabs your little face by the chin, turning your face to look at his. He smirks with a devilish upturn of the corners of his lips, something looking hungry behind his somber eyes. He brushes a tear away from your cheek with his large thumb.
"Don't cry, sweetheart," he coos. "Really is your fault, though. Could've just told me you wanted me to fuck you like a freak, like the desperate little slut y'must've been all this time."
Your brain short circuits. You can't think of how to even reply to that. Your head is dizzy, all of the heat of your body is rushing to your pussy. Wetter than you think you have ever been, Simon places his massive hand on the top of your little thigh. Swallowing the pudge in his palm, he gives you a squeeze as he watches your face grow full of these emotions.
"Y'know you've got to be punished for what you've done, yeah?" he asks unsmiling.
"I-I kind of figured," you stammer.
"Take your fuckin' clothes off," he commands, pushing you to stand up. "Everything, don't want a single bit of clothing on my plaything."
Simon has never spoken to you this way when it was time to have sex. He is usually gentle, caring, and soft about it. Which you absolutely do love, but you always wondered if he had an unforgiving dominant side. Since you started seeing each other, you'd always dreamed of that possibility. Now that the time has come, you quickly comply with Simon's request.
"Good, now you're going to sit like this f'me," he growls.
He grabs your waist and swiftly places you to sit on his thigh again, except you're straddling it and facing him directly. Your naked pussy is sat right on his jeans, waiting for your next direction. You're already fucking soaked, he has to have noticed the heat from your aching slit. But he won't pay it any mind yet. He's just gotten started.
"Takin' directions like a good slut," he praises. "Now sweetheart, here's your beloved book. Open to page 226."
You nod your head in compliance, knowing that page 226 is where one of the smuttiest scenes of the whole book starts. Your stomach drops as you realize what your punishment is. You open the book, and make nervous eye contact with the brooding man you're sat on.
"Start readin' it t'me," he instructs.
You look up at him for confirmation that he's being serious, and boy is he. Cocky smirk plastered across his face, bulge swelling against his jeans.
"O-Okay. Um, yes. Page two hundred and twenty six. Okay," you say aloud, reassuring yourself. "He quickly undoes his belt. He wraps the cold leather around her small neck, pulling it tight to shove her to the floor. H-he smacks the, um. Th-the tip of his, uh," you start to stammer.
"C'mon love. Lost three nights of sleep for this smut 'n now you're too shy to read it t'me?" he asks teasingly.
You swallow the lump in your throat to continue.
"He s-smacks the tip of his, of his fat, uh- cock," you whisper. "Right on her raw lips. She giggles, opening wide for his entrance. "Tongue out," he tells her. She sticks her pretty tongue out for him, coating herself in her own d-drool. He pushes his b-big, uhm, c-cock into her mouth, fu-fucking her face. He uses the end of his belt like a, uh. Um, like a leash... using it to, uh. guide her pace on his aching sh-shaft."
You got through the paragraph the best you could, but it's so hot. You can't focus on the story line and Simon peering his gorgeous eyes over your naked body while you read to him at the same time. Your center has drenched his jeans, he can feel your heat through the fabric almost too well. He's getting a kick out of your involuntary hip wiggles, you don't even realize that you're quite literally humping him. He can already feel your clit throbbing for him. And the story continues like this a whole chapter!
"Didn't instruct you to stop readin', did I?" he interrogates.
"After filling her face with h-his huge c-c-cock, he yanks her to the bed. He removes his l-leash... and bends her over the edge of the bed. He cracks the leash across... her... ass, and relishes in the sounds of her whimpers. He lines his swollen h-head with the, wow. The, uhh, wet hole and shoves his big dick in her tight little p-pussy..." you almost moan.
Fuck. You're grinding on his leg so much that you can't hold focus. You accidentally let out a needy whimper when you go to read the next page.
"Enough punishment," Simon impatiently growls. He sweeps you up into his big arms, throwing your upper half over his shoulder. He spanks your ass rough and swift, causing you to yelp. Your yelp makes his cock twitch, so he keeps doing it while leading you to the bedroom. He's always wanted to scare you, maybe hurt you a little bit, put you in your place. He's always wanted to give you a good reminder of who you belong to, and vanilla sex doesn't get that point across the way he needs it to. He was afraid of scaring you off, but now that he knows the feeling is mutual- his intentions are relentless. His cock has been hard for hours, since he picked your book up and imagined the story being about the two of you.
āTell me, love. What was your favorite part of the whole thing?ā he asks, chest heaving in desperation.
āUh, I dunnoā¦ā you think out loud as he throws you mercilessly onto the mattress.
āFuckinā tell me, kid,ā he orders, pointing his finger at you. āNow.ā
āWhen he breaks into her house, and she finds himā¦ wearing a scary maskā¦ā you confess with red cheeks.
"Stay right here," he orders as he exits the room. "Don't fuckin' move, and don't you dare touch. I'll know if y'did.
You decide to obey him this time, and you wait. About 5 minutes later, he appears through the door with all of his tactical military uniform on. Tactical pants, straps of his side holster strewn about his thick thighs, black jacket accompanied by his black leather gloves. His muscles still visible as the clothing constricts tightly to his arms. He donned his vest, and most importantly- his balaclava and mask. You'd only seen him in it a few times, when you managed to wake up extra early to kiss him goodbye for a mission. And god did that mask do something unholy to you.
"Didn't know my uniform made you all horny," he darkly laughs.
You stare with your mouth slightly parted, taking in the hottest sight you've seen. Big Simon, in his gear, waiting to use your naked body. Your chest is heaving up and down, your wetness growing slicker by the second. The redness of your cheeks swallows your whole face, smitten by the scary man in front of you.
"Could've just told me you wanted me to fuck you like this," he adds. "Didn't have to read some dumb horny book 'bout a girl gettin' fucked by a scary old man āwif a mask on. Got one right here."
His masked face is so fucking hot. Itās hot in a different way than his normal face- itās hot in a way that it scares you a bit. Like if you ever saw him chasing you in the dark, it would make your heart pound. Makes you feel a heartbeat in your most sensitive place, just as much. The look of him suited up to kill excites you in more ways than youād imagine.
"Si..." you whisper. "Please."
"Please what?" he taunts, moving closer to your naked body. "Tryin' t' teach you t'use your words."
"Please... anything. I need you to touch me," you beg as tears begin to return to your eyes. āYou look soā¦ hot.ā
With that, Simon grabs you by your ankles. He flips you over on your tummy, and you're bent over the bed. He uses his booted foot to kick your feet apart. He spends a moment marveling at your soaked hole on display for him, all of your muscles quivering in anticipation for what comes next.
You hear the sound of small metal clanking, and a swift 'woosh' sound. Simon has undone his belt, yanked it from his pants, gripping it in his big hand.
"Gonna hide your sex fantasies from me again, love?" he asks.
"No, Simon," you cry out. "Never again."
He swatted his belt across your right asscheek- doing it hard enough to leave a mark. The sensation hurts, but it hurts so fucking good. You let out a whimper that's half pleasure half pain- and Simon knows it.
"Like hearin' you cry f'me like that, love," Simon coos.
Crack. Crack. Crack. You feel the rough canvas-like material of his tactical uniform pants brushing against your legs, signaling his closeness to you.
He reddens your ass three more times with his swift lashings. And without any warning, he slides his fat cock into your yearning and wet insides. You loudly cry out in response to the sensation. Simon usually prepares your tightness, using a few fingers first and then slowly working himself inside of your hole- praises the whole way through. But you're not fucking Simon, no. You're fucking Ghost. Just like you wanted. Itās rough, itās burning your insides, and itās making you wetter every second at the same time. His cock is unforgiving- so fucking thick and so long. When heās hard like this, it feels almost inhumane how huge he is.
āDonāt deserve me preparinā you for that stretch, sweetheart,ā he laughs. āBad girls get gaped the way they deserve.ā
With that, his pace quickens. Your body is squirming and crawling away from him, but the big man isnāt going to let that happen. Not after the little stunt you pulled. He snakes a muscular arm around your front, using a giant hand to grip your throat. With his gloved grasp on your small body, you canāt escape him or his giant cock. Youāre stuck taking it. Just as you start to melt into his touch, his tip rubs a spot so deep inside of you that you can feel it. Your walls squeeze Simon so tight, he couldnāt free himself if he tried. He uses a free hand to smack your ass, squeezing your throat tighter.
āDidnāt give you -fuck- any sort of permission to do that, better fuckinā hold it ātill I give yāpermission,ā he deeply groans behind you.
āSi- I, mmh. Fuck,ā you whine out.
You can feel that youāre on the brink of the hottest orgasm youāve ever felt in your life. Your mind is fuzzy, your legs are shaking like a leaf, and heās hitting a spot in side of you that heās only touched a few times before. Each pump, you feel like youāre going to fucking explode. Just when your walls start to squeeze his cock tightly and the smallest amount of fluid starts to soak him- he yanks himself out. Leaving you squeezing tight around nothing, edged to the very last second. You start to cry again at the loss of sensation.
āYouāre still beinā punished, sweetheart,ā he laughs, grabbing a fistful of your hair. āYouāll cum when I fuckinā let you.ā
āNot fair!ā you whine as he pushes you to your knees on the floor. āWas feeling so goodā¦ā
āNot fair?ā he asks angrily. āNot fuckinā fair? Yāknow whatās really not fair?ā
You stare at him- intentionally with big, tear soaked eyes. Your face is all fucked out, cock drunk written all over it. Hair a mess, tangled in Simonās knuckles. He pulls his dog tags from under his shirt. He places them gently around your neck. It feels like an act of compassion, but you know in this moment that it couldnāt be. Youāve never met this side of Simon, usually so caring for his little princess. However, this side of him has always been there under the surface. Heās feeling like heās in seventh heaven getting to fuck your little brains out the way heās always wanted.
He uses the dog tags like the masked man in the story did. He looks at you, huge cock obscenely soaked in your slick. His eyes are shaded with a look youāve never seen- a look like he wonāt spare your feelings (for now). Heās got his tags tugged into his fist, pulling your neck like theyāre a leash on you.
āWhatās not fuckinā fair is that this whole time I couldāve fucked you the way I wanted,ā he growls, bending down to meet your face with his.
āY-you promise you really like this?ā you ask.
āLike it?ā he chuckles. āAlways wanted to fuck your stupid little brains out. Always wanted to make yā submit tāme, fuck you ātill the only thing youāll think about is this fat cock ruininā you.ā
āI love youā¦ā you whisper, looking up at the scary, fully clothed masked man with his big dick in your face.
āLove you too, doveā he whispers back.
Time stops for a moment, and you marvel how perfect he really is for you. Many men wouldnāt like this, what a coincidence that Simon is just as perverted as you are.
āTongue out, mouth open, slut,ā he commands. āNow.ā
You open your mouth, stick your tongue out, and lock eyes with him. Simon grasps your hair with a white-knuckled fist once again, and you feel the chain around your neck yanking you closer to his hips. He holds you one hand by your messy hair, and another guiding your face with his dog tags around your neck. He slides his massiveness in your mouth without warning, bucking his hips into your face. He groans when he hears you violently gagging on him when the tip is basically down your throat, enjoying your suffering. Tears are uncontrollably spilling from your eyes, and your tits are soaked in your own slobber. You can feel Simon twitching in your mouth as he gets off watching your utter submission beneath him.
āThatās a good fuckinā girl,ā he praises with a growl. āSuckinā it, fuck- like the real little cumdump yāare. Suckinā this cock like youāre made to do it. Fuck was my sweet girl hidinā this talent from me for?ā
As the words leave his mouth, he thrusts into yours as hard as he can slowly throwing his head back in pleasure. You pull off as fast- choking, crying, coughing, gasping for air after the violation of Simonās huge cock stuck down your throat. Spit glistening in the warm lamp light of your bedroom, Simon laughs watching you struggle to catch your breath.
Before you really ever do, Simon has picked you up off the floor and thrown you back-first onto the bed. He pulls you by your hips, yanking your small frame closer to his big body. Your insides flutter again as you watch Simon curse under his breath behind the mask and balaclava. You canāt help but notice heās breathing quickly, too. Chest quickly moving up and down, his tactical vest moving with his breathās motions. He looks so good this way. Geared up, dirty look in his eyes, fat cock dripping with pre, and a smirk underneath the mask. God, heās so fucking hot.
āCāmre, plaything,ā he moans.
He pulls you underneath him, towering over you. His uniform smells like gun powder and smoke, mixed with the smell of dirty sex in the air- and itās driving you crazy. He rubs himself along your swollen clit, teasing you more now than ever. He smiles to himself as he gropes your thighs, up to your hips, your waist, and finally to your tits.
Simon has always loved the way they look, squeezing the softest skin heās ever felt in his large, scarred and calloused hands. He admires their size as he gropes them, taking a moment to pinch and squeeze your little nipples. Heās teasing you so slowly, rubbing himself on your needy opening while pinching, prodding, and kneading your sensitive tits.
āTell me what yāneed, loveā he commands, tugging at himself. āUse your words to tell me what you want.ā
āMore,ā you whisper-cry. āMore of you inside of me.ā
āMore of me inside of you, what? he asks, slapping his heavy dick on your wetness.
āMore inside me, please,ā you plead. āTeasinā me.ā
āComplaininā Iām a tease?ā he taunts. āYāthe one hidinā the fact that youāre a little fuckinā perv.ā
āN-Not a perv, Siā¦ā you argue.
āYeah? Keep tellinā yerself that while you submit tāme more than ever,ā he laughs. āSick little fuck, all hot and wet for a big old scary man. Thinkinā she would need to hide that from me.ā
āIām sorry!ā you cry. āI didnāt know what to say to tell youā¦ Iāll never lie or hide anything ever again, I didnāt mean to make you mad or disobey you!ā
As you reach to your messy face to wipe a tear from your eye, an obscenely wet sound sponges from your pussy. He moves both your wrists above your head, holding them tight against the pillow with one hand. The other hand snakes behind your back to tilt your pelvis upward, so he can connect himself to your body even deeper. Simon shoves himself as far into your tummy as nature will allow. He takes in the beautiful sight of his sweet girl looking all fucked out- just for him. He loves you so much, he just has to fuck you like itās not true. He moves the hand thatās on your back to the front of your tummy, pushing down where his cock is destroying your insides.
āLet me do this for a minute sweetie,ā he instructs. āPromise Iāll let you cum, just a little longer.ā
āSimon, fuck,ā you moan. āMaking māfeel s-soā¦ weird?ā
āHold it back, cocksleeve,ā he taunts. āWay your pussyās squeezinā around my cock -fuuuck me- Iām gonna fill you tāthe brim with my seed.ā
He places a big thumb on your clit, toying with its swollen nub. Rubbing it faster with each pump.
āGonna be a slut behind my back ever again?ā he grunts between pumps.
āNo, Si, never!ā you yell. āAlways for you.ā
His rubbing gets faster, his pumps turn to drilling you.
āTakinā your punishment well, sweetheart,ā he coos in your face. āThink you deserve to cum.ā
He doesnāt change a thing about his pace. Your stomach is squeezing, your cunt holding Simonās cock captive inside of you. He couldnāt pull it out if he tried. Tear marks stain your face, eyelashes soaked in your sobbing mess. Your cheeks are tingling, your whole body glistening in sweat and red blush from the persistent violation inside of you.
āIāll be a good girl, Si,ā you whisper. āIām sorry.ā
āFuck sweetheart,ā he deeply growls, cock throbbing inside. āCum on this cock like a good little girl.ā
As his pace maintains, his cock growing even harder, your walls start to quiver and your legs shake. Your eyebrows furrowed together, chest rising and falling fast as Simon pushes his large palm against your stomach even harder. Youāve cum on his cock before, but this feels different. Like you told him earlier, it feels weird. You still feel the same eruption feeling, but itās strange. Almost like you can feel it all the way in your throat. Your head is dizzy, muscles convulsing, eyes rolling back.
āFuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck!ā is all you can scream.
āThatās right,ā he groans. āMake a mess on me, luvie. Wanna feel you.ā
The sensation of the strange feeling takes over every fiber of your being. Your whole body is shaking uncontrollably, you canāt see, and thereās a ringing in your ears making it hard to hear. Your pussy gushes wet fluid all over Simon- more than you ever knew could come out of you. You cum so hard you almost push him out of you- but he holds you onto him before he lets that happen. He rubs your clit and fucks you all the way though, letting you squirt your warm cum all over his cock and uniform.
āSāfuckinā hot, thatās right baby,ā he moans with praise. āKnew you could do it fāme. Let me finish you off, yeah? Keep that pouty cryinā face lookinā right at me.ā
He somehow goes even faster in and out of you.
āFuuuckinā hell,ā he curses.
He slows his pace as hot, thick cum fills your womb. His grip on the sides of your hips are hard enough to leave bruises on your skin, but he doesnāt care. Heās always wanted to bruise you, sick bastard. He ever so slowly pushes his cock head into your tummy, decelerated yet harsh.
āGotta fuck it in there, luvie,ā he coos. āYāwanted me to fuck yālike a slut, wanna make sure I do it proper.ā
He pulls out of your wet and used hole, his cock slick with your cum mixed together. You leak cum all over, trickling out of your insides and sliding down your thighs. You both let a shaky moan slip past your lips at the feeling.
āCāmon, still with me, dove?ā he chuckles, looking at your sloppy and limp body.
āMmm. Mhm,ā you groan in response.
āYour punishment is over after you clean my dick off,ā he says. āCāmere, sweetheart. Open your dirty mouth.ā
You use every bit of energy you have left to lift yourself up off the bed. You draw your face near to his cock, as heās standing at the edge of the bed. You close your eyes, take him in your mouth, and you shove as much as you can into your throat. You suck every last bit of the mess off of him, and maybe even then some.
His hips abruptly tear his half hard dick out of your mouth. āDidnāt tell yāto do all that,ā he scolds. āNo more for you today.ā
You pout at Simon, wishing you could feel it in your mouth again. Just a little longer.
āCock drunk, are you?ā he teases.
āHow about we clean up with a bath and have some lunch, yeah?ā he says, scooping you off the bed bridal style.
You mumble in agreement, letting the giant man carry you to the bathroom. Once inside, he sheds all of his clothing. He fills up the tub with warm water and your favorite bubbles. He sits on the edge of the tub, cradling you in his lap, naked bodies touching lovingly. Your head is buried into his neck, practically half asleep already. Simon whispers sweet nothings in your ears while stroking your messy hair.
Once the bath is full, Simon helps you into the large bathtub. He sinks his enormous frame into the tub sitting behind you. He cups the warm water with his big hands, gently pouring it into your hair. He washes your naked and sensitive body clean, this time touching it all so innocently. He takes such good care of you like he usually does, to make up for the disrespectful sex. Even though you enjoy the names he calls you, the slapping, the violation. Every ounce of it. Itās important to Simon that he reassures you whoās there to care for you. He is so tenderhearted with you, a special thing he never knew he could be.
