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Part of my Ghost fanfic on Wattpad <33 (Fr1edC0rp) <- if you wanna find me there love :)
Ghost fidgeted with the lace of your thong, sliding it down, your wetness glistening as they hit the floor. He would smirk to himself, wondering if you'd worn red thongs just in the hopes that he would fuck you senselessly one day, leaving you in a stupid mess when he was finally finished. He wouldn't be surprised. The tension they had for each other had him on edge all week, the pain of holding down his hard erection becoming more of a challenge.
Ghost trailed his rough fingers along your pussy, teasing the entrance before he entered you. And that alone was enough to have you crying out for him in an undeniable orgasm.
"Ghost-" You winced before gripping his shoulders as if it was the last thing holding you sanity together before you let go completely.
You'd bury your face as Ghost curled his fingers inside of you, making sure to make you squeal as your walls clenched around him. Ghost tugged your hair back, wanting to see every expression that played on your pretty face while he fingered you without a thought.
"No, look at me, princess, you're going to show me just how badly you wanted this", Ghost grumbled, his thumb circling your clit slow but hard, having you take a sharp gasp, your mind going blank, almost euphoric.
How could a man, such a cold, ruthless man, make you feel this good? That's a question you could ask yourself later after he fucked you with his war-criminal fingers, stretching you out enough to wonder how that cock would feel, buried deep inside of you.
"Ghost, I'm going to cum-" You'd warn, your legs shaking as he rough fucked you, a third finger finding a way to fit, tight, but just enough to pleasure you even more.
Ghost pained you even more in the build-up to your orgasm stopping, making you sigh, your hands shaking as you held onto him. He'd tug his fingers out, leaving panting, almost as if you lost a part of yourself.
"I want you to cum right on my cock", He murmured into your ear, his voice challenging with a hint of a sadistic manner intertwined.
"I-" Ghost held his wet fingers up to your lips, making you lick the mess off of them. That was one way to shut you up as he aligned his hardened cock up to that burning entrance, begging to be fucked.
He wasn't a man to allow you to adjust, not when he was this horny. Ghost's length forced its way inside, having you gagged off any comments as he held your hips down, fingers digging into your skin, burrowing his dick as far as he could. You could almost see it pushing at your womb, begging to go further, to fill you up.
It was virtually instinctive as you arched your back, bouncing up and down on his cock, skin slapping against skin, having him watch back in awe as your body moved in such a desirable way. A way that could send him to an early grave the way you went. You wanted to milk every drop out of his cocky self. You wanted to show you could take it, take the burn of his dick throbbing as you'd tighten your walls around it, begging to cum for him.
"Fucking hell doll", Ghost moaned, moving in sync with the pace you went, regaining his dominance as he ploughed into your tight cunt rougher, faster, like a feral dog.
You'd whimper, begging Ghost to take it slower, the undeniable build-up of your climax overwhelming your body. Fucking him was too much to handle, yet get enough of, as he spread your legs on his lap, allowing him to thrust his cum into you, fucking it in, 'not wanting to waste a drop,' he said.
You'd watch helplessly as his seed seeped out of your pussy right down his dick that still stayed inside you, throbbing against your walls. Ghost's hand guided your vision to his dilated eyes before your lips pressed against each other again. His kiss was weaker, his lips tasting of scotch and cigarettes; it was almost addictive. The air was now thick with lust, soft sounds of panting as he held you close, admiring the state you were in because of him. Ghost took pride in himself, a smirk playing on his lips before he let you go. A sudden groan escaped him as his half-hardened cock left your worn cunt.
You wanted to stay there forever, feeling him inside you, moulding himself into you for next time. Although, it felt as if you could never recover.
You would tie your hair into a messy bun to regain composure. Pulling your skirt down as it was halfway up your hips. Ghost was ruthless in terms of fucking. He was a man you would never forget, a man that would have you at the edge of your seat. He would lean back almost casually, watching you fix yourself up, stumbling slightly. It amused him.
"I really did one on you then", He teased as you picked your red-laced panties off the floor, almost in shame.
Ghost would buckle his cargo up, his belt echoing as the night stayed silent. He would lift himself off the chair, both hands finding your hips.
"Tomorrow night, same time," he muttered, his hands rubbing your hips in circular motions.
You'd look up at Ghost, his tone of voice was less of a question, more of a command.
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