Redone: The Bodyguard's Problem.
Description: Ghost retired from the military after soaps death, instead taking up private protection, his latest client? A wealthy tycoon owner who’s hired him to protect his only heir.
The problem? His charge is a spoiled, entitled brat. Though, it's not like he didn't expect that. But everything starts to change with the introduction of Ghost, he doesn't do well with disobedience.
MDNI!! you will be blocked
Contains: Brat reader, bodyguard Simon “Ghost” Riley, slightly dubious consent, rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms, vaginal sex, p in v, unprotected sex, not safe or sane, fingering, oral (reader receiving), daddy kink, age gap (implied), trans reader (implied/not explicitly stated), ftm reader, reader is curvy/plus size, spoiled reader, unprofessional relationships, unprofessional behavior, teasing, mean Simon riley, restraints, vaguely gross Simon riley.
It's been two months since you were introduced to Simon Riley, or as he apprently likes to be called, Ghost. Which is ridiculous. Alas he's to be your new bodyguard, appointed by your father. Much to your frustration. you hadn't asked for a bodyguard let alone did you want or need one, but your father insisted and left no room for argument. He'd said it was for your benefit yet it felt more like a punishment. Someone to keep you in your place and in line.
He'd grown sick of your repeated behavior, your never learning. Always causing problems. Eventually there'd be a reporter stupid enough, or brave enough, to refuse a bribe and push out a story.
Thus, Ghost. First place winner for pain in your ass!
He's big, intimidating, all muscle, ex-military, and taller then what should be fair to the world, the fucker. He feels more like a handler then a bodyguard, a role you have experience with from when you were a child. But ten times worse. He barks orders and expects you to follow them withh no questions, getting agitated when you blatantly ignore them. Everytime you watch in satisfaction as his jaw ticks to the side and a vein in his neck pops out.
The tension between the two of you has started to build over the last two weeks. Neither of you are thrilled with the others existence and the annoyances it casues at this point.
Last weekend when you tried to wear one of your usual skimpy outfits out to the bar he forced one of your oversized lounging hoodies over your head before leaving the penthouse. And just when the night was getting good, a few drinks in— ones you didn't pay for, who'd let a pretty thing like you buy your own drinks? —and with a man becoming wrapped around your finger, ready to bleed him dry to buy more rounds for you and your friends for the rest of the night, Ghost came and ran him off, menacing behind you to get him to back off, almost as if he could sense the trouble you were up too.
You'd glared daggers at him, ones that only sharpened when he leaned over the bar and told the bartender to cut you off. That night you went home annoyed, frustrated and more sober then you'd have liked.
Tonight It's building to a head, its friday night and you're looking to get back to normal, bar hopping with friends, acting drunker then you are, and teasing people only to leave them in the gutter.
The thing stopping you? Ghost.
He stands in front of the penthouse's elevator like a stone statue, preventing you from getting to it.
You stand almost toe to toe with him, arms petulantly crossed over your chest and glaring at him intensely, you're on your tip toes to even begin to be somewhat eye level with him. Even in your thick soled boots.
Ghost stands much the same, his own arms crossed over his chest, feet shoulder width apart, he's like a brick wall, talking to him isn't much different.
"Move." you say after a moment when he doesn't immediately do so.
"No.'" He says, unimpressed with your tone.
You scowl further, and if looks could kill yours would be damn well trying.
"No? Excuse me?" Your annoyance leaks into your voice. "I'm going to be late. Now Move." You demand, poking a finger into his chest.
A brow raises under the skull print mask he insists on wearing all the time, like a challenge as he stares down at you. He doesnt budge an inch, not a muscle. Your frustration grows.
"You already ruined my night last time, I begrudingly humored you then, it won't be happening again." You're not backing down either, "You're a bodyguard, not my father or boss or anyone with authority over me, you're supposed to follow me around like an obedient dog. Thats you're job." You remind him, eyes narrowed, "You're an employee, my employee."
Ghost laughs a dry laugh and your annoyance grows, jaw clenching as he doesn't take you seriously.
"I'm your fathers employee." He Clarifies, "Its his name on my checks, not your's, and I'm much more inclined to listen to the person who writes my paychecks then the spoiled brat in front of me." He knows by now what happens on your nights out, nothing but trouble, the type that tarnishs your fathers reputation, which is exactly what Ghost has been told— and is being payed —to prevent.
Ghosts eyes runs over outfit, scrutinizing the pieces of fabric that can barely be considered clothes.
"And i'm especially not letting you out dressed like bloody that again. Screams problems"
You're eyes leave his covered face for the first time in minutes, looking down to you're own outfit. A croptop that leavels nothing to the imagination, shorts as small and as tight as sin, knee high boots. You scowl.
"There's nothing wrong with my clothes, everyone there will be dressed similarly." You insist, and Ghosts brow raises again. He disagrees. Completely. To him your dressed for the strip club, and not as part of the audience.
When your dressed like this it's hard to believe you'll be given a position at your father's company, at his command of course, something high up, and when he retairs ownership will fall to you. Something you've been trained for and has been expected of you since birth. It what you've gone to school for, business, running million dollar company.
Though you don't act like it, you know how to run a business, could build one from the ground up if you had to, but you never will. Ghost suspects the way you act now is your escape. Before you're forced into a role you never asked for but can't refuse.
Or perhaps its a cry for attention, something you've obviously been deprived of your whole life, attention replaced with lessons in manners and business management, politics and social etiquette.
"Don't matter, you're not going, sweetheart." He affirms, the petname mocking, and some how you're glare gets icy-er then it already was, Ghost wouldn't be surprised if icicles started to form on your eyelashes from the intensity. He doesn't falter.
"Now go change out of those things you call clothes." Ghost orders, not leaving much room for argument.
Your scowl deepens, locking eyes with him in a staring contest, narrowed icy eyes boring into his, again standing you're ground. Not ready to give in, a few times you debate just trying to brush past him, but you also know there's little chance you'll win against an ex-military man whos more then twice your size. You're not delusional unfortunately.
He doesn't back down either, keeping up the brick wall act that he's so proficient at.
Eventually something has to give, and it won't be him. You make a noise bordering on a frustrated growl and stomp your foot childishly. Mumbling insults under your breath.
And then a plan starts to form.
"Fine." You grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head and then you throw it at Ghost. It lands over his head as you walk away.
He pulls it off of his head, watching your back, eyes tracing the shape of your body against his will as his right eye twitches with annoyance, but ultimately taking what he thinks is a win as you stalk into the living room and dramatically flop on the luxurious couch, not at all doing what he told you to do.
Ghost makes his way over to the couch too, looking at you laying stomach first on said couch.
He puts you're discarded shirt on the arm of the couch before squatting down to be eye level with you, thick thighs straining against the material of his tactical cargo's in the position.
"Stop yer poutin' brat." He says gruffly, and you turn you head slightly from where its buried in the couch cushions to look at him, one eye visible. "I told ya' to bloody change."
When you simply turn your head the opposite direction after a moment Ghost huffs irritatedly.
He stands up and grabs your ankle, pulling it to spin you slightly, forcing you to sit up and look at him.
He clenchens his jaw, crossing his arms over his chest, corded muscles in his arms pulling taught and pushing out.
"And I don't care, I told ya' to do something, so yer gonna do it or I'll do it for ya', sweetheart."
You stare at him intensely, like you're trying to explode him with you're mind or erase him from existence.
He gives you five seconds to cooperate before he's leaning down, wrapping an arm around you middle andhauling you up and over his shoulder with barely any effort.
"Hey!" You protest, smaking a hand against his back, and kicking your legs "Put me down asshole!"
He moves his fore arm to the back of your thighs to keep you from gaining enough leverage to put any actual force behind your squirming legs.
"I warned ya." Is all he says in response, walking you up the stairs, through your room and into the walk-in closet. All the while you continue to flail, fighting against him.
He sets you down on your feet in the middle of the racks of clothes and you have a disgruntled look plastered on your face when he meets you're eye once again.
"Last chance, change or I'll change for ya'." He repeats, blocking the way back out of the closet.
"Whatever." You give in, or at least it appears you do as your hands go to the button of your shorts, undoing it and pulling the zipper down.
You begin to push the shorts and underwear off of your hips and down your legs, right in front of him, immediately his eyes raise to the ceiling, and his jaw ticks to the side for what has to be at least the fifth time tonight.
"Yer walking a very thin line." He warns, this isn't the first time you've pulled something like this, malicious compliance. He's unsurprised by your brazen behavior, almost used to it, you have a complete lack of shame as you strip in front of him.
"What? You told me to change. can't handle seeing a naked body? are you a prude or something?" You mock, continuing to strip, flinging the shorts off to the side and then beginning to unzip your knee high boots. "Or maybe you're scared when you see me you'll lose control."
He takes a deep breath at your words and you can see as he closes his eyes like he's praying to whatever god in the sky to give him patience and strength.
"Yer getting on my last nerve, Doll." He says, shifting his weight as he continues at stare at the ceiling like its the one in the Sistine Chapel.
you kick the boots of to the side to join the shorts, shrugging innocently even though he can't see it, and even if he saw it he knows better, you know exactly what you're doing.
"Maybe you're just weak." You throw back and watch in satisfaction as his eyes snap back to your form, obviously having hit his last nerve there.
"What?" You ask like you don't know whats happened, like you're not pushing his buttons on purpose and trying to get him to snap and break. You put your weight into one hip, popping it pop to one side, still completely nude.
His gaze sweeps over you, taking in the visable curves of your body, your soft hips and pudgy stomach, thick cushy thighs. You can see as it happens, smiling smugly. In his eyes a fire begins to spark, you can't tell if it's a desire to put you "in your place" or a desire for you. You don't think it matters as long as he's falling into your trap.
"You little—" he hisses out between clenched teeth, muscles straining in his arms.
"Whats wrong? Cat got your tongue?" You tease, smirking victoriously at what you think to be a win in your favor in what has been a weeks long battle.
You grin when he grabs your wrist, pulling you directly in front of him as he stares down at you, the fire in his eyes burning brightly. You lick your lips in apprehension, nerves lighting up with the look in his eyes.
"Do I need to teach ya' how to behave, Brat?" He almost growls out, and heat swirls in your body, starting in your core. Since you met him you've traced over his body with your eyes appreciatingly, taking in his thick muscles and big thighs, the not unnoticeable bugle in his pants. More then once you've had dreams where he's a starring in it and you wake up with damp thighs.
"I wasn't the one raised in a barn." You pull slightly at where he holds your wrist, testing his grip which he only tightens when you do, narrowing his eyes at you more.
"I think I do, since ya' obviously don't know how to behave yourself when left to yer own devices." He ignores your jab.
He pulls one of your scarves off of its hanger with his free hand.
He's then grabbing your other wrist and joining it to the first, using the scarf to tie them together above your head. You test the knot experimentally.
Ghost holds your wrists in one hand after he's tied them together, his now free hand grabbing your face.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, leaning into speak into your ear, face next to yours.
You shake your head, you knew what you were starting going into this, its all part of your plan to wrap him around your finger.
"Use yer words, I know ya' know how." Ghost orders.
You lean more towards him, pushing against his hand on your face with your weight.
"No." You say, locking eyes with him.
You roll your eyes annoyedly, "No, don't stop."
"That's what I thought." He chuckles, and the color in your cheeks darkens.
Faster then you know what's happening you're back on his shoulder, his hand resting against the back of your now bare thighs. You squeak in reaction.
He walks out of the in closet and into the main area of your room, he tosses you off of his shoulder and onto your four poster plush bed unceremoniously.
You sit try to sit up on the covers but he just pushes you to lay back again with a look.
"Did I say ya' could sit up?" He says and you huff.
He wraps a hand around one of your legs, pulling you towards the edge of the bed, calfs now hanging over the side.
Ghost leans over you, locking eyes with you once again and watching your every change in expression closely, his hand travels up your leg to rest between where your thigh meets your pelvis in the dip of fat there, his other hand caresses up your body and goes back to your wrists, pinning them above your head against the bed to make sure you can't move them.
"Yer awfully quiet now, Cat got yer tongue?" He mocks, repeating your earlier words, watching as you stare up at him.
"Oh shut up." You murmur.
"If i knew all it bloody took to make ya' quiet was to tie yer wrists and pin ya' to a bed I woulda done it a whole lot sooner."
He uses the hand resting on your thigh to spread them apart, raising a brow at what he finds.
"Oh? Whats this then?" He teases, staring at the wetness that's started to gather at you're crotch, when you try to close your legs again he pinches the fat of your thighs, forcing them back open.
"None of that." He tells you, a underlying warning in the words.
Ghost runs a finger through your folds, gathering slick on it, you gasp and squirm a bit when he brushes over the bundle of nerves at the top of your crotch.
"You were getting off on pissing me off weren't ya'?" He asks, leaning in to say it in your ear.
"Shouldn't make it so easy to push your buttons if you don't like it then." You whisper back, voice smug.
He scoffs, unbelieving of the amount of attitude you continue to have while at his mercy. he continues to run his fingers through your core, only brushing lightly over where you want him to touch most.
"Brat." He says "Bloody lot of audacity you have for someone with their wrists tied."
He doesn't wait for a response, watching as you squirm when he finally begins to rub circles over that bundle of nerves. He lets go of your tied wrists to push down on your hips to stop your squirming.
"Fuck," you mumble, you didn't expect him to be so good at this. You'd wrongly assumed he'd be fumbling over himself and inexperienced.
You swallow gasps when he rubs just right, sending sparks up your spine, you bring your tied together hands to mouth, biting into the meat of your palm to muffle whimpers. You don't want him to know he's winning, but it's hardly enough to completely hide your body's reaction.
Ghost continues to circle your clit as a grin forms across his lips. Pressure builds in your stomach, he watches as the muscles in your legs pull taunt and your hole pulses around nothing.
"Ghost—" You moan into your hand, and he inserts two Fingers into your hole in response, thumb continuing to rub over your clit while his middle and pointer finger prod around inside.
"Close already?" He huffs amused, and he can tell he found the right spot when his fingers curl and you whine. Your tied hands moving to grab his wrist.
Ghost focuses in on that place inside you, working you up further only to he slow his pace, dragging out your pleasure and pulling you away from that edge. You glare at him and pant lightly, what an ass.
He laughs quietly. The hand holding your hips in place travels back up your body, caressing your sides and rubbing his thumb over your skin before it stops at your waist, resting there and rubbing circles into you.
"Beg for it." He tells you, getting close to your face. You can feel his warm breath through his stupid mask.
"Beg for it, beg me to make you bloody cum."
"I am not—" you begin and as soon as you do he starts to pulls his fingers from you and your weak grip around his wrist, slipping them out of you.
"Wait— wait, no—" panic enters your voice and he pauses, his brow raises in question, waiting for you to continue.
Your head turns away from him and your cheeks get redder. You push your lips together into a thin line.
You mumble quietly, under your breath. Refusing to look at him.
You whine, frustrated, "Please."
"Please what?" He seems hellbent on dragging this out and torturing you, "full sentences, sweetheart."
"Please Simon," you pause turning your head as far from his as you can, "… make me cum, please let me cum."
his smile turns triumphant, and his hand leaves your waist to pull his balaclava up just enough to uncover the lower half of his face.
"Good boy, you're learning." He patronizes to you, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him. You avoid eye contact best you can. he leans in and presses his lips to your neck around his hand.
You can feel as his smile grows against your skin when you let out keening whine as he slowly pushes his fingers back inside you too the knuckle.
He slowly, torturously, starts to work you back up. Curling his fingers against that spot he found earlier, thumb circling your clit again, though at a careful pace.
Ghost places open mouthed kisses against your neck, running his tongue over your warm skin and sucking hickies into it as he speeds up the pace of his fingers inside you, drawing out more whines and moans from you.
A few agonizing moments later your back up to that edge, the muscles in your thighs tighten and the feeling in your core heating and growing. He can tell you're close again.
"Please, please, please—" you beg breathlessly.
"Come on then brat. Cum around my fingers." Ghost continues to focus his fingers on that spongy spot inside you, whispering the words into the space where your neck and ear connect before licking up the side of your face, something you cant even move away from as he still holds you face in place. Though you don't hate it much as you maybe should.
Your legs shake and your eyes slam closed when you finally tople over the edge and come, hole convulsing around his fingers and trying to milk them as if they were his cock.
He stops rubbing the bundle of nerves at the top of your crotch but doesn't pull his fingers out, now scissoring them inside you, stretching you out.
"Good boy." He coo's meanly, his free hand letting go of you face and pulling your tied hands away from his wrist when you try to use your grip to pull away his hand when it starts to get overstimulating. He holds them back against the bed and over your head.
"Behave for me, Doll." He reminds while you pant and squirm, trying to get away from the sensations of his hands, though not with any real effort.
He begins kissing your neck again, going over the places he's already marked your skin a second time. Then he travels up to your face, kissing your cheek, the corner of your lips, and finally against your lips fully. He softly bites you bottem lip, silently queuing you to open your mouth for him.
When you don't immediately do so he harshly presses his fingers to the spot inside you, making you gasp. He takes the chance to shove his tongue into your mouth. You fight his tongue with yours for a bit, until giving in and letting him have the lead. He makes it clear he's the one in control as he continues to kiss you intensely.
When he finally breaks away from the kiss, leaving you breathing heavy and dizzy off of the attention. Ghost breathes heavily himself, though not as much as you. He stares down at your already disheveled appearance, pleased with himself.
He spends another minute stretching you out before removes his fingers, you moan as the tips rub against your walls.
He watchs you as you watch him lick his fingers clean of your slick, groaning at the taste. Your blush deepens, spreading further across your skin.
"Gotta have more of that." He murmurs.
His hands wrap under your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed, you squeal, grabbing the covers of your bed like it'd stop him, all that happens is that they bunch under you.
You try to clench your thighs together, taking your tied wrists, now not pinned to the bed by him, and cover yourself.
"Ah ah ah." He tuts, grabbing your wrists once again, he brings them back over your head, climbing part way onto the bed and straddling your hips.
he unties the scarf, though doesn't give you any time to try to do anything before hes changing the way their tied, putting your crossed wrists behind your head, forcing you elbows to bend and then restraining the movement of your arms fully, elbows stuck bent and wrists stuck behind your head.
"If you cant be good I wont give you the choice to be bad." He says into your ear after grabbing your face again. A second time he runs his tongue over the side of your face, like a claim.
You grimace slightly, able to focus on the wet sensation of his tongue against your skin this time, without his fingers inside you.
He lets go of your face and travels back down your body, forcing you thighs back apart and inserting his broad shoulders between them. His fingers knead the fat of your thighs as his face gets close to your core.
Feeling his breathe against you causes you to squirm, which only makes him chuckle, a quiet "You started this." Thrown your way.
You make a sound of annoyment, but hes not wrong, you did. And admittedly? You don't actually want him to stop. You just like being a brat about it.
Ghost licks a stripe up your pussy, making you squirm again, to which both of his hands grab your hips and hold them in place.
His tongue swirls around your clit, sucking it between his lips and playing with it with his mouth. Only making you slicker. Then he moves back to your entrance, lapping up your essence before shoving his tongue into you.
You moan and he does to, shutting his eyes and taking in the taste of you again, stronger from the source then the residue that had been on his fingers.
He works you up on his mouth and once he's had enough his chin his soaked and dripping with you when he pulls away. Your panting heavily again, it hadn't been enough to get you off, just barely touching the edge of your orgasm, and now your frustrated and wanting for more.
Ghost stands up, pulling his mask the rest of the way off, tossing it to the side. Your breathe stalls and you stare at him, he's… beautiful. Dirty blonde hair that compliments his deep brown eyes, scars across his face that only add to his look in your opinion.
He laughs at your dumbfounded look.
"Like what you see brat?" He teases you and you force yourself to turn away.
"… no." You huff, "You're mediocre at best."
Ghost's eyes roll, he knows your lying, knows from your reactions, but he lets you have it this time.
His hands go to his belt and pant zipper, undoing both, he pulls the thick leather from the belt loops in one smooth motion, you do you best to lift your head up slightly to watch as he fully unzips his dumb tactical cargo pants the insists on wearing all the time.
Then goes his shirt, exposing the muscle of his torso that are covered in a soft layer of fat, you have to stop your mouth from watering, all you can think about is sinking your teeth into him.
You watch mesmerized as he reaches his hand into his boxers, pushing them and his pants down just enough to free his cock, already hard.
It's thick and long, a happy trail leading to it from the middle of his torso, he doesnt give you much time to appreciate the look of it, leaning over you with his hands on both sides of your head.
"Ready? Gonna be a good boy for me?" He questions, staring into your eyes.
You shallow the drool in your mouth, nodding softly.
"Words, Doll." He reminds.
"I'll— I'll be good, I'll be good, please I'll be good." You beg.
"That doesn't sound like I'm 'mediocre.'" He mocks while chuckling at you.
Ghost grabs a throw pillow that must have fallen off of your bed earliler in the day from the floor, forcefully lifting your hips and stuffing it under them to prop your hips up at an angle so their level with him.
"Be a good boy and take it all." He murmur's after collecting some of your slick, giving his cock a few strokes with his hand, smearing it over him.
He rubs his tip against your core, nudging against you clit and teasing you, when you open your mouth to complain, before you even can, he notches his head at your entrance and starts to push in.
You mewl, unable to stop the sound before it leaves your throat through your already open mouth.
Slowly he sinks into you inch by inch.
"You were gonna say something?" He teases, voice mean as he begins to rut into you shallowly and experimently when he bottoms out. His hands hold onto your waist, pulling you back onto him with each thrust.
You try to swallow whines and moans, but he only starts to thrust deeper and harder, drawing them out of you.
"Wanna hear ya' sing for me, Doll." Ghost says, beginning to pant softly.
He sets a slow but punishing pace, deep and hard.
"Fuck—" you manage out between sounds, voice breathy.
You nod dumbly, thoughts already in the process of melting into mush in your head, any plan you had now gone.
one of his hands leaves your hips to circle your clit again, rubbing gently.
"Look at ya', becoming putty in my hands." He murmurs, leaning over you to talk into your ear, before he begins to kiss at your neck again.
"Just needed some attention, hm?"
You only whine in response, the pressure in your core beginning to build at a snails pace as he rams his length into you, focusing on that spongy spot inside you that he found earlier, making your toes curl.
He continues to whisper words into your ear, but as he continues to pound into you and you brain continues to melt into slop at the pleasure all the words blur to together, becoming one string of sounds that vaguely sounds like praise for being good and listening.
You mumble something and he hums in question,
"What baby?" He mumbles, sucking more marks into your neck between panting breathes.
"More, daddy." You repeat, voice raspy and quiet.
Ghost smiles in your skin, laughing breathlessly, it wasn't an unexpected thing, but he finds he quite likes it.
"Whatever you want babyboy." he says, even though he knows you're drowning in to much pleasure to really hear him or register his words, "daddy'll take care of you."
Ghost feels as the muscles in your thighs begin to tighten up again, pussy fluttering around softly. His fingers speed up on your clit and his pace.
"Gonna cum on my cock Baby? C'mon, sweetheart, cum all over my dick." He encourages, cooing at you once again as he does, honing in on that spongy spot, making sure to hit it every time he thrusts in.
"Da-daddy," you moan when the coil snaps and for the second time tonight waves of euphoria wash over you, he fucks you all the way through it, only slowing down to help you ride it out.
"Good job, Doll," he kisses your cheek, before he's pulling out, only to flip you over onto your stomach, forcing your knees under you to hold you up and pushing between your shoulders blades to create a pretty arch in your back.
He pushes back in slowly and you whine high and long, trying to pull away from him to which he chuckles darkly and grabs your hips, pulling you back onto him.
"C'mere, go again for Daddy, don't you wanna be good for him?"
Like this he reaches so much deeper into you, the veins in his cock dragging against what has quickly become his favorite spot within you and his tip kisses your cervix.
Ghost begins to thrust again, pulling out almost all the way just to slide right back in, causing you to mewl, tears gathering in your eyes as he quickly works you into overstimulation.
"Poor baby," He coos mockingly at you, not letting up at all.
Hot tears run down your cheeks and onto your bed sheets, leaving a damp spot on them, he sets a deep and hard pace, working you up to the edge of a third high quickly from the overstimulation.
Ghost bends over you, following the arch of your body with his, caging you in. Kisses up your back softly, gently.
"Let me feel you cum around my cock again sweet heart, c'mon." He whispers against your skin, snaking his hand around your waist, fingers immediately finding your sensitive and abused clit and starting to circle it again.
Your quickly thrown off the edge again, mewl out meekly as you squeeze around his cock agian, and again he keeps fucking you through it, but instead of slowing down this time he speeds up, he holds you in place when you squirm and try to crawl away from where he spears you on his dick, he only pulls you back against his hips.
He chases his own high, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.
Eventually his hips still and he lays his weight over you, cock twitching inside you as he cums himself, filling you up.
You whine when you don't feel him even begin to soften inside you, eyes wet and voice going raw. He chuckles meanly before he's back at it again, picking up where he left off.
He places a kiss between your shoulder blades with a promise of 'Just one more lovie,' which you shake your head at, it only pulls another dark laugh from him.
"Use your words if you want me to stop baby." He tells you, and you shake your head again, its all to much, but you don't want him to stop either.
