Ghost has seen every inch of you, and even though you’ve been at his complete mercy and felt him from the inside out, you’ve never seen his face.
You've tried relentlessly to take a peek at the man who's gifted you so much pleasure, but he's always a step ahead of you.
When his mask is pulled past his lips so he can kiss you dizzy, his strong grip is always keeping your wrists in check, so you're unable to reach up and lift his mask. He bites your lip when you try, a stinging punishment for your curiosity. "You don't need to see me to feel me," he always lectures.
Or when he's got his head between your thighs, mask lifted just enough to ravage you with his tongue and leave you writhing. You look down, eyes meet his and try, ever so hard, to reach down and grasp at the fabric that hides him from you. But he's too good, stretching you out with his fingers and boring his gaze into you with such lust that you feel drunk- everything's a blur, and even if you did manage to take a look at your lover, pleasure blinds you.
When you're riding him, hands on his chest, his cock seated so deep inside of you that you fear without it you''ll feel too empty. His head is thrown back, deep choral groans sound from his chest and you kiss the exposed skin of his neck like you're trying to claim him as your own. He loves the feel of your lips on his skin, and doesn't stop you from snaking your fingers up and lifting his mask just enough to kiss a little higher.
But you get greedy. When he's on top of you, with your legs near over his shoulder as he fills you and breaks you and makes you feel whole. You already came once, and another is building in the pit of your stomach when you notice just how close Ghost is. The snapping of his hips becoming frantic, the glossy look in his eyes as he makes you take him deeper than you thought possible. He's ravenous, and distracted by the depths of his pleasure- so you act, and reach up to rip off his mask. But he's bigger than you, faster than you, and catches your wrist before you can even touch him.
"Greedy fucking slut," his words sharp, the snap of his hand on your cheek even harder. He holds your jaw, forces you to watch him ruin you with his cock as he fucks you hard in retaliation. You'll have bruised hips in the morning, a sore reminder of your place.
But it's okay. Once he finally lets you see his face, it's so you can sit on it <3
