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Stupid missions, too much time away from you, dumb recruits, and paperwork that seemed endless. Sometimes, he wondered why he chose this job.

But you, his sweet wife, were the perfect outlet for all that frustration.

What was better than getting pussydrunk?When he arrived like this, the first thing he did was bury his head between your legs, just like that.

“I need this,” he would murmur, starting to lap at you over your panties, without any shame. Giving you those puppy eyes that melted you every time.

And could you deny him?

Before you knew it, he had already taken off your panties, his tongue and mouth working tirelessly on you. Every time he tasted your sweetness, oh, he was in heaven.

“Best cunt I’ve ever had, luv…” He says against you, sucking hard on your clit, just to feel you clench.

“Do you like it?” You tease, pulling his hair and pushing his face even closer to you. And he gladly accepts.

“Fuckin' perfect... 'm going to eat you out all damn night...” He rasps, his eyes never leaving yours, and you could see the hint of a sly smile on his face. By the look of his face, you just know that he wasn't bluffing.

And when he heard you panting his name, he worked twice as hard. He was so interested in de-stressing that he didn't realize he was humping the surface he was on. The poor man was hard as a rock.

“What happened, recruits?” You managed to say, rubbing your cunt on his face almost desperately, already feeling that heat building in the pit of your stomach.

And Simon went nuts seeing you like that, all wrecked for him. Man's whipped.

“That fucker didn't even know how to hold a gun.” He grunted, the vibration of his voice going straight to your center, making you squirm.

You were listening very little at this point, your eyes rolling back as you squirmed in his arms. Still, you nodded your head to whatever he was saying.

And when you finally came in his mouth, he swallowed every drop, and he could swear he came with you easily. He literally drank your juices as if he were a thirsty man.

“Thank you... Thank you...” He praises you, kissing your folds and your entrance, still holding your thighs open.

“Can I have one more? Please, I know you can do it, luv. Just one more...” He practically begs, already licking you again. After all, it wasn't as if you had a choice. You were so put in his hands.

So you went ahead with your foolproof plan, so to speak, which led to the current situation. You always did your best to provoke Simon, especially after a fight, and he didn't hesitate to fuck you senseless.

“Brat,” he grunted, pounding you hard, his hands on the back of your thighs as he pushed into you.

He had you in a mating press, spreading your legs in a dirty way. Just the way he liked it. And the squelching sounds coming from your cunt were driving him crazy.

“You’re stupid,” you say, your voice sounding like a whine.

He made a sound from deep in his chest, moving his hand down to slap your clit, making you whimper.

“I'll show you stupid.” He growls, snapping his hips forward, making you moan pathetically loud with the sensation of his tip hitting the deepest places you couldn't even imagine.

You could swear you felt so full that it was hard to even breathe.

Simon was slamming into you so hard that the bed was creaking, and you couldn't even keep your eyes open with that behemoth of a man on top of you.

“What, cat got your tongue? Mhm?” He provoked you, pulling your jaw and making you look at him.

“Aren’t you going to say sorry?” He already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear your whining.

You remain silent, looking at him petulantly.

And that was your mistake because Simon started to pound you even harder, pinning your hands above your head and leaving you immobile.

All you could feel was his heavy body on top of yours, his balls slapping against you and making you squirm with the contact. He was a bastard. He knew all the places to touch, all the sweet spots that made you mewl.

And that fucker succeeded, you felt so overwhelmed that you squirted on him, seeing stars and with your legs wobbly, your body tired as if you had run a marathon.

But Simon? Simon was still not satisfied.

Before you could recover from the high, he pulled your legs, turning you over and making you lie face down. And once again, you felt his body on top of yours.

He pulled your hair, whispering in your ear, “I'm going to make you feel sorry.”

And you clenched around nothing, knowing full well that Simon wouldn't stop until he heard you say sorry.

When he felt you clench around him, he gave your sensitive bud a smack, making you mewl. He had the control over you, knowing exactly what to do to make you all desperate for him.

The man was buried deep inside you, just letting you warm his cock. Not moving at all, torturing you the way he liked. The both of you covered in a thin layer of sweat, still tangled together with no time to end.

He loved you so much, but you were so perfect underneath him that he wanted to savor the moment.

“So beautiful... So beautiful to me... You were made for me, weren't you, my sweet?” His voice was low and hoarse, but it had an authority that challenged you to disagree with him.

You were his.

How could you not be? The way your cunt stretched to accommodate him, the way you were always wet and ready for him, or how your breasts fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. It was obvious.

“Si... Please, move...” You breathe out, your hands desperately holding on to anything nearby.

“I can... But you have to give me what I want...” And you could feel his smug smile just from that statement.

“You're going to give it to me one more time, yeah?” He continues, his thumb massaging your clit while he takes the opportunity to suck on your sensitive nipples.

And then you're done for, your vision darkens, and you squeeze around him, the sensation of his tip touching you so deep along with the stimulation was more than enough, and you came for the third time. He makes it look so fucking easy.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, and you could swear he twitched inside you as he said it.

His eyes drifted down to where you two were connected, and damn, seeing all the mess you made on his cock, along with your satisfied expression, was enough to make this man come.

Thick, hot, big load, it was everything you felt when he came inside you. And you felt like jelly, as if you were in paradise with the sensation.

And since Simon was a disgusting bastard, he took the cum that was leaking out of you on his fingers and brought it to your lips.

“Open up,” he murmured, letting out a satisfied hum when you obeyed.

His fingers slid into your mouth, touching your tongue and making you taste the mixture of both of your releases. And it was strangely good.

“Swallow.” You didn't need to be told twice, and you did, and he grinned.

Before you could say anything, he kissed you voraciously, teeth to teeth, tongues twisting quickly. He was kissing you as if it was the next time.

“I'll fill you up even more next time, sweetling.”

But don't ask him to have a secretary in his office; he couldn't stand someone nagging him all day long. It wasn't hard to see that he didn't have good experiences with anyone helping him with paperwork; most who even tried didn't know how to work with Simon.

But well, after much insistence from Price, since Simon was bogged down with paperwork and was taking too long to finish, he finally accepted. And to be honest, he was already expecting a stupid person who would be fired in less than a week, until he saw you.

Soft, obedient, pliable. And pretty as hell.

Never questioning any of his orders, just doing your job perfectly. As you should.

He even liked you, going so far as to give you lingering looks and touches. The relationship between you was good, maybe even a certain sexual tension, but maybe that was just in your head.

Until you made a mistake, a measly mistake.

You ended up switching the folders, and by mistake, Simon handed Price the wrong documents, earning himself a severe reprimand.

And no, he wasn't going to suffer the consequences alone. That's why he had you at his desk, his hands holding your jaw so you would look at the wrong documents.

“Do you see this? This shit is wrong.” He almost hisses, his body almost glued to yours.

“I'm sorry, sir...” You say, ashamed of what you did, your eyes not innocently looking at his biceps bulging in his uniform.

Even though he was angry, he wasn't hurting you at any point.

“Of course you are.” His hot breath hits your face, his face so close to yours.

“Need new glasses, little bird?” He whispers, mocking you, his low voice enough to make you clench your thighs.

And he notices, and his gaze changes.

“You're going to redo all of this, you hear me?” He commanded, his thumb sliding down your lips, entering your mouth without permission.

You can only nod, sucking his finger in your mouth. And when you least expected it, he had bent you over the table, his erection pressing against your back. His body descending beneath yours.

“Grab the pen and start writing. You're re going to redo all this paperwork.” He ordered you as if you were one of his soldiers, and you found yourself obeying like one.

“But sir—” You are cut off by a slap on the ass, making you roll your eyes and get even wetter.

“Don't you want to be a good girl? Then obey.” His voice was so deep and hard that it seemed to go straight to your core.

He was quick to lift your skirt, smirking to himself as he exposed you like that. Wet as a river, just because he was manhandling you? What a dirty girl.

“Naughty little thing, mhm?” He hummed mockingly, pulling your panties up just to let them slap against your pussy.

You moaned softly, grabbing the pen and trying to redo the paperwork. As if you could focus.

“You're not leaving here until you're done, understand?” He rasped, his large girth giving you a preview of what it would be like to have all of his cock inside you.

It wasn't that he was shy during the act, no, far from it. He just didn't want to be seen. He hated being seen.

Simon always had issues with his appearance, the scars that were visible all over his body, the ones he could cover with tattoos, he covered, but they were still clearly visible. Not to mention that he didn't have a good-looking face, as it was also covered with scars and other marks. He just refused to show himself in such a vulnerable way to anyone.

But well, since he didn't have a nice face, he tried to compensate with his body. A stupidly strong man, muscular and juicy biceps with veins that popped every time he made the slightest effort, or mouth-watering meaty thighs. Not to mention his ass.

But what bothered him? That bloody soft tummy wouldn't go away. He had tried everything, but that soft layer of fat wouldn't budge, and he hated that shit.

So, every time he had sex with someone, it was always in a position where he couldn't be seen. Well, that is, until he started dating you.

You could soften his heart with a few words. He could swear that you only saw him as a big teddy bear to cuddle, and for you, the bigger the better. He lost count of how many times he got a hard-on while you talked about how you'd love to ride his thighs, and he would indulge every fucking time.

After much insistence, you managed to convince him to get completely naked for you, giving you the freedom to do whatever you wanted with him. And fuck if he wasn't in heaven with that.

Your lips kissing every part of his body, your hands tracing his scars with nothing but love in your touch, and just seeing you touch him as if he were the only man in the world made him hard as a rock, his thick cock resting on his stomach, pulsing from time to time without any local touch.

He should have been embarrassed to be so helpless in your hands, but how could he deny it? Your lips mapped every scar, mark, tattoo, even kissing that belly he hated so much.

Simon didn't cum quickly, really, because the focus was on satisfying you first. But once you ran your hand down his happy trail, all you could feel was a wet, sticky mess, seeing that he had came without you even masturbating him, in the most pathetic way imaginable.

“'m sorry...” He says, but his expression was anything but guilty.

You smile, licking the cum between your fingers. And to hell with any shame he had, because he was sure that he would repeat this.

“You just needed a little love, big boy.” you say, smiling as he pulls you down to sit on his face, wanting to suffocate between your thighs. He'd never let you without pleasure.

The answer was easy: you.

You sprawled across his bed without a care in the world, wearing nothing but his dog tag, a smug smile on your sweet lips. The idea of wanting to have you like this forever scared him shitless.

His arm wrapped around you, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he gazed softly at you.

He knows you still had that damn smirk on your lips. You knew you had won, that you had him in the palm of your hands. All you had to do was say the word, and he would do it.

Months of dancing around between each other led to this.

When you lifted your head and looked at him with those sweet eyes and smiled, he smiled back. Funny how he didn't seem like the same man who fucked you on all fours on that bed.

“...Does that mean I'm yours?” You ask with a stupid smile on your face, as if you didn't already know the answer. Your hands were busy playing with the dog tag he decided to put around your neck.

Maybe his gaze betrayed the facade he was trying to put up, but in response, he pulled you into a kiss, teeth, and tongue involved, as if putting everything he felt into the kiss.

He pulled away painfully slowly, looking at your swollen lips and wanting to put them to another use.

“I don't want you to regret it, if we do this again, I won't let you leave,” Simon says, his hand pulling your hair so you lift your head and look at him.

How could he let you go just like that? He was too weak to let you go if you ever had sex again. He would become addicted to you like a drug addict.

And once he saw that dog tag around your neck again, swinging between your breasts, he could feel his cock throbbing again. You wearing something he gave you so proudly made him feel something he didn't want to admit.

“Ah... Maybe you're right, maybe I should leave-” You say with a false tone of boredom, making a move as if to remove the accessory from your neck.

And before you could even finish, he manhandled you so that you lay on your back, his hands opening your legs so he could stand between them.

“Fucking minx.” His words were punctuated by a nasty slap on your pussy, only to then place his thumb on your clit and massage it, as if to soothe you.

When you let out that sweet moan and looked at him with the most sly eyes he could imagine, Simon had already thrown all self-control out the window.

His head was soon between your legs, his tongue moving from your ass to your pussy, making you shiver with the contact and the fact that he was looking at you during the whole process.

His eyes half-open as you rode him, his hands holding your hips, forcing you to move faster even when you had already said you were tired. It was just adorable to see you begging him to fuck you, to at least move.

“Si- Too much- too much-” You whimper for the thousandth time, a pout on your lips and tears in your eyes. His cock buried so deep that you couldn't even think.

What you got was a slap on the ass and a deep thrust, which made you clench around him and cry out loudly. The squelching sounds were so loud and obscene that it was all you could hear.

“You know you can do it, baby bird.” Simon rasps, one hand squeezing your breast and pinching your nipple.

Once you clenched around him once again, Simon knew you were close once again, and that brought a shit-eating grin to the bastard's face.

“So pretty doing all the work, mhm? Sweet pussy taking me so good...”

And you pathetically came once more on his dick, a ring of white cream at the base of his cock, tears streaming down your face as you whimpered like a bitch in heat.

“Give me one more? I know you can do it. Do it for me and I’ll give you what you want.” He almost purrs, thumb circling your clit, not even letting you calm down from the high, already wanting to overstimulate you.