THE GHOSTS ARE REAL.

jordan riki x fem!user

kinks: daddy, height difference, degrading , sloppy , spitting , unprotected, fingering, cream pie, hair pulling , bruising

Jordan Riki, your boyfriend, had recently been suspended for two games for aggressively charging at an opposing player. Today, he was bitter and seething with frustration, trying to keep his anger in check as he sat silently in the apartment, watching his team play on TV. You wanted to help him release all that pent-up rage and bitterness through intimacy. Jordan, wondering why you were taking so long in the bathroom, had no idea you were preparing a special surprise. You carefully styled your hair and applied makeup, slipping into dark red lingerie and stockings that accentuated every curve of your body. This was the set he had gifted you months ago for your birthday, and you had been saving it for the perfect moment. That moment was now.

You emerged from the bathroom slowly, swaying your hips like a Victoria's Secret angel. The instant Jordan cocked his head to the side to look at you, his jaw dropped, and he immediately turned off the TV. The room fell into silence, the only sound being your unsteady breaths.

Your breath trembled with anticipation, wondering what he would do next. Jordan stood up, his taller frame moving toward you. His eyes were filled with lust as he flashed his pearly whites. He gently tilted your chin to make you look at him, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine. His thumb slid into your mouth, and your soft lips instinctively sucked on his fingers.

“I’m going to fuck your little brains out, hm? You fucking slag.”

His voice was gruff and needy. You had done something truly special to make him this tempted. Jordan picked up your small frame with surprising gentleness, carrying you to the bedroom. The living room was no place for what he had in mind; you deserved to be ravished against silk bed sheets. His eyes glared at you, analysing every detail of your appearance. He licked his lips, his erection painfully straining against his shorts, begging to be freed. With a swift motion, he threw you onto the bed.

Jordan climbed onto the bed, gripping your hair to make you focus on him. He spat on your face, then pulled you into a wet, sloppy kiss, savouring the messiness he loved. He wanted you to be his little slut for the night. As he broke the kiss, a string of saliva connected your lips. He licked your saliva and lipstick, taking a deep breath.

"Are you going to be a good girl? Or do you already know what happens to bad girls?" he cooed, chuckling softly.

"I am, Jordan... Please. I'll be a good slut," you responded, leaning in for an affectionate kiss. He held your tiny body with one hand, towering over you, knowing he could take you at any moment. It was incredibly arousing. With his other hand, he tore away your dark red underwear, revealing your wetness. He curled his thick fingers inside your tight pussy, pumping in and out as you pleaded for him to go softer. He laughed loudly, shaking his head.

"Be a good girl... for Daddy, hm?" he said, pushing deeper than before, stretching you more, hitting your G-spot repeatedly. You squirmed and whimpered his name loudly, trying to move but his strength with one hand held you firmly in place. You could barely breathe, your mind going fuzzy, seeing stars. His fingers pounded your pretty pussy, making your juices gush, spraying all over his shorts and the sheets. He was your poison, your weakness. He turned your body over quickly, your arch unbelievable. You was too overwhelmed to think expect of your dirty thoughts. He pulled his wet shorts down, throwing to the side and then pulling his boxers down. Letting his fat, veiny cock out. Harder than a rock. With one hand,on your hip he pulled your body to him. With the other he pulled your hair. Making you moan his name loudly. He took one last breath as he entered your tight pussy. Him groaning loudly at your tightness, feeling like he was going to fill you up already but he needed to stop himself for you. Inch by inch, you and him moaned in unison. Your body is shaking and pleading for help. He let go of your hair. He needed to go wild. Fuck this team, fuck the players he thought. He grabbed you with both of his hands on your hips. Leaving bruises for sure. He slammed his cock into you. Pounding in and out like a fucking animal. Jordan and you was the quote of fucking like animals. Him fucking you like this was his redamancy.  As you pleaded for more he went deeper feeling like he was touching your uterus. All of your juices came all over his fat thighs and dick. 

“Fuck- Oh my god Jordan Yes!. Please!”

“Fucking slut aren’t ya? Such a pretty thing for me.”

He gasped out. He was even running out of stamina. He felt his high, his head rolling back as he slowed down. Making you squirt even more. As he stopped he rubbed his cock for extra stimulation. Giving all of his cum in one whole package. As he took his cock out of your pussy, all of his cum came trailing down. He slapped your ass roughly, you whimpering loudly as he rolled over.