simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem! BLACK chubby reader
content: spanking, punishment, somnophilia, multiple orgasms, fingering, overstimulation, teasing, choking, cummed on, self-inflicted cock warming,
a/n: decided to do something a different on my page for once. and post COD MW2 stuff lol.
It’s been too long since Ghost has been on leave. Being the girlfriend of someone in a PMC had its perks.
But it also had its downfalls. You couldn’t see him as often as you would liked.
So you always sent him pictures.
It started off that way with lingerie in his favorite color, making sure it clung onto your melanin skin. Sometimes you would even wear restraints, wishing that he was the one who put them on you.
And Ghost pops a boner each time. You can tell by the timing it takes for him to respond.
Finally he comes home to your adoring face, he instantly wraps you for an embrace, hands wandering over your backside as he grabbed a globe of your ass. He rubbed it, kneaded it like it was soft dough, it had you leaking and yearning for more. Those same coarse, heavy-weighted hands traveled up your waistline, getting a taste of your love handles.
You had the gall to ask with Ghost staring down at you deadpan like he couldn’t fathom that you asked him that ridiculous question.
“You got nerve askin’ me that.”
You lifted his mask up to see a slanted jawline and chapped lips from the many times he’s bit them absentmindedly. The stubble curved around his pink lips, making them more appetizing to taste.
And you jumped at the chance, standing on your toes to try and peck his lips but it was unsuccessful. But even a mission can fail successfully as he bridged the distance, lips brushing against yours. Yet the feeling of his chapped lips was enough to make your lips tickle and pull out a laugh from you.
Again, the nerve of you. Cheeky ass.
So he picked you up effortlessly, carrying you over his shoulder like a mad man and had you in the bed in no time.
Immediately you were found with a fat slap to your ass burning your melanated skin, holding back a whimper as you fell on the bed with a plush landing.
And you knew you pushed his buttons when his still masked eyes bored into yours. And in no time, he flipped you over. Ass up, face down.
But he didn’t listen as he gave you a bruising slap, rippling your skin and your cunt throb so much from the impact.
“Shut it. Think you said quite enough.”
He ripped your bottoms off like it was nothing, showing that glistening, pink-chocolate cunt that had a lot of white filling dripping out of it.
Another smack. That got you to bury your face into the sheets.
“Miss my dick that fucking much?”
He uttered in your ear, coarse long fingers cupping your wetness, teasing. Playing around like you did with him all those times.
And you come back every time.
Another. Stinging and unwavering with your cunt watering.
That wasn’t satisfactory for him.
A whimper into the sheets along with slickness and the blonde was satisfied.
“I missed your dick…mmghh.”
And Ghost got a kick out that.
And you knew damn well that you were in for it.
It started with two fingers, pressing deep inside pink chocolate with an easy glide that shook even the devil with a loud squelch.
Embarrassing. But Simon relished in it, curving his hefty digits to try and graze your cervix.
And he knew he found it when it brushed against a rounded surface, your eyes fluttered shut and your fists balled at the sheets to make sure you weren’t going to suck his whole hand in.
“Suck my whole hand in, why don’t you?”
A dry joke as he added another, now thrusting back and forth already at a relentless pace, not letting up.
Drool coated the sheets and even more slick dripped onto his hand from how brutal he was, shoving a fourth finger in made you see stars and squirt so quickly onto his hands.
He drags his fingers out antagonistically slow, seeing how your juices flowed out. And even after he took his digits out, you squirted more on the bed, trying to catch your breath, shaking.
But he didn’t let you rest, shoving his four fingers deep inside your cunt with no break, trying to ring another squirt out of you.
That got him to scoff. He was not listening. Not this time. He wanted you dripping and ready before he can slide his thick cock inside that soppy chocolate. Dick was itching for it. And feeling how wet and tight you are around his digits got him going. But then he sees a pink vibrator on the nightstand where he usually sleeps. His pillow smushed and spot warm.
He picked up the vibrator, rubbing the plastic surface on your cunt before he turned it on the highest setting and placed it right on your clit.
“Let’s see how long it takes for you to buckle.”
He added more pressure, the vibrations shooting through you like something unholy. Satan would have a field day with you since God’s eyes couldn’t condone such behavior.
You scrambled for purchase, legs caving in from him trying to ring an orgasm from you this time.
“Keep ‘em up. I know you bet’ah than that.”
He commanded, coarse hand slapping against bare skin again to get you up as he plunged his fingers back into your cunt again.
Clit now bullied. Cunt being bullied. The rack of pleasure only increased ten-fold by the dozen.
By the end of it, the bed was riddled with your secretion, heavy pants and shaking for him. Hairy black pussy soaked and clenching around nothing with your body unable to garner any energy to lift up if you tried.
But Simon wasn’t letting up.
Prying a cheek apart to see your cute holes twitching, begging him to plug that leaky faucet.
But just to make you suffer more, He switches the vibrator to the highest setting and whispered in your ear,
“Now hold that still on your nub.”
He gestured right back to your swollen, twitching clit antagonistically slow. Hearing your soft, half-hearted protests only made his dick throb. With a lopsided grasp and sway of your hips, you obeyed. Barely. Your energy was fraying slowly from cumming twice back to back. This was bordering to be torture.
A pathetic whimper leaves your lips as the blonde spread your pussy lips apart to see how shaky and wet you were under the vibrator’s pressure and demand. His last action before he licked a fat, sloppy and nasty thick stripe, tasting sweet chocolate and mesmerizing honey.
“Fucking hell, shit’s all ripe and sweet.”
Another smack, burying his face into sweetness, smelling your scent. Fuck…you smelled delicious. Like the forbidden fruit that God told Adam and Eve not to eat.
Well fuck that. He was eating. After sending that picture a few days ago with your hairy cunt being filled with a dildo, captioned ‘Wish it was you <3’, the barracks were less of a priority and more of an after thought.
Must’ve knew that you were struggling to keep it up with your legs buckling from another impeding orgasm. Stubble brushing against your ass.
Tiring you out, you passed out under exhaustion from cumming back to back, your mind needing the space to readjust.
But even then…he didn’t stop.
He pushed your folds aside, plush skin rippling under your fingers as you still stayed on your hands and knees, pried open and ready for him to slide in.
And he did. His pants were on the floor not long after, the sweat trickling down his skin from holding back and itching to to get a taste of your soft wetness after months on leave.
And those pictures made it no better.
His angry red tip etched with a vein on the shaft, his mask now fully off and only stayed on his forehead as he tries to catch his breath.
It was getting a little hard to do that.
He slicks his tip on your wet cunt, making it easier to slip right in with a glide.
And you took him real easy.
In no time, he buried him inside, balls pressing against your ass with unwavering conviction that he had to make sure he didn’t bust right then and there.
A slow drag out, but you gripped into him so tight, not trying to let go.
He did not need to cum in you right now…so he took his dick out and rested it right on your ass.
“Fucking cunt wouldn’t let me go…”
A soft few pats on your ass before diving back in, bottoming out immediately and fucking sloppy, pink chocolate.
He grumbled, trying to pace himself.
The bed was shaking under his weight, rickety and too noisy that it made you wake up. Already your soft whimpers got more louder the more you stir.
He lifted you up with ease to hold you closer, strong arms enveloping your body as he fucked you harder. The harsh slap against skin with your soft curves was enough to drive him home.
It was embarrassing to acknowledge that it didn’t take much time for him to cum. With a cradle, he pulls his dick out to cum on your back just in time, feral grunts and heaving against you as he presses his raging tip on your ruined cunt.
And now he had the nerve to say,
He starts grinding with you shivering from him getting his frustration out on you.
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