A soldier like Simon 'Ghost' Riley was bound to be a large, muscular man. With the training and work he did on a daily? Well, you could vouch that he was as well build as a solider would be expected to.
That 'well-built' figure of Simon's came in handy too, especially when all he really wanted after a long deployment was to see his girl bent over whatever closest surface so he could easily stuff his thick cock in her tight, small hole
Which, of course, led to you being bent over the kitchen counter, where you had planned to make tea for yourself and Simon holding onto your sides tightly and his cock thrusted so deep inside of you, you were sure you weren’t going to be able to walk the next day.
“Oh, God! Simon!” You cried out as his relentless attack on your pussy didn’t cease, your hands grasping so tightly onto the kitchen counter your fingers were starting to ache.
“Fuck-“ he groaned out, his head leaning down to rest on your shoulder, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead and by your neck already. “I’ve miss ya s’much, luv…”
“Hm- I… I missed you too.” You were able to say through every moan and noise that Simon was able to draw out of you.
“Yeah?” He mused, a grin pulling on his lips, before he pressed wet kissed to your shoulders and neck. “Missed how my cock fits inside you, too?”
You couldn’t really do much but simply quickly nod, his hot breaths hitting your bare skin as your hands simply gripped onto the edge of the surface you had been pushed up against almost as soon as Simon got home.
“Yeah…?” He breathed out when he saw you nod, and heard the amazing little sounds escaping your lips that only turned him on that much more. “Yeah… I did too… wanted to do this… for so long…”
His teeth grazed against your skin, before he bit lightly down onto his, grunting faintly as he did. His other hand traveled up your back, fingers caressing any skin that was bare, to your neck and to the back of your head.
His fingers clamped around your hair, pulling it back, a loud moan being let out from you as he did, so that he could start giving you more rough kisses easier on your neck.
“Simon-” you choked out a moan, your pussy clamping around Simon’s cock as you felt a certain knot in the pit of your stomach.
“You wanna cum, luv…?” He questioned, panting heavily in your ear. “You gonna cum around my cock… yeah?”
You nodded quickly, letting out a quiet whine as you did so. “Fuck- yeah…”
“Go on then, luv.” He encouraged, you could feel how his cock twitched inside of your tightened pussy. “Cum in my cock, go on, c’mon…”
You choked out a quiet cry, eyes screwing shut as you heaved out heavily, hands gripping tightly on the kitchen counter. You felt your whole body tense up, only being able to focus on how good Simon was able to make you feel as he continued his relentless pounding into you.
“Oh, God-” you gasped out, hanging your head low as your back arched. “Simon!”
You squeezed your eyes shut, biting down hard on your lip as you felt yourself become undone. Your pussy clamped tightly around Simon’s cock, it twitched inside of you and soon he was also unloading inside of you.
He groaned out loudly, head in the crook of your head, thrusting into you so that the last of his seed could be buried deep inside of you.
“God, I love you so much.” He whispered breathlessly, pressing wet kisses to your shoulder. “Missed you so much…”
“C’mon, let’s go to bed.” He said quietly, lips pressing against your ear, his hands rubbing down your sides, his touch now gentle as if a silent apology for being rough.
You let out a small laugh at the idea, he already wanted to go again. “Okay.”
With that he placed one arm under your knees and the other on your back, lifting you in a bridal style, walking off upstairs.
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Mud Bath
By staytrueblue
It was raining on base, again. After the first week the dirt turned to mud and now beginning the second the mood of the base has gone sore.
You walked across the mud puddle that was now the field to where the recruits were waiting, and shivering, at attention. Morale was starting to sink the longer the rain fell. Definitely not a good look to have for your first training group.
“Recruits!”
They focused on you, water dripping from their army regulation hats. They looked like sad little trees all in a line. You were supposed to whip them into shape, but no one said you couldn’t have fun along the way.
“Today, we are going to do something a little bit different.” You stood, hands on your hips. You dug your heels into the mud as you tried not to slip.
“We are going to play flag football. You all know the game and the rules but for today tackles are allowed. The mud is soft enough that you muppets won’t hurt yourself for once.”
A whoop came from the back of the group. You smiled as you passed over the bag with the ball and the flags to the closest one.
It took maybe ten minutes for all of the recruits to be splattered and soaked from the mud and puddles, but the grins and banter coming from them were contagious.
You were laughing as team Alpha and Bravo argued their points of the most recent play when the tackle came from behind. You felt large arms wrap around your middle as a body used its weight to tip you forward to the ground.
The splotch was loud as your body suctioned itself to the wet gooey mud. You lay unmoving for a moment processing what just happened. All you could hear was the rain still falling around you, even the recruits had paused, hesitant at what to do.
The arms around your middle loosened, the weight of the stranger’s body pressing you into the mud leaving you, and with them their identity.
You were absolutely fucking not going to allow that. Twisting you unstuck yourself from the mud. Wrapping your legs around the person's torso you latched yourself to them like a suction cup.
The recruits start to roar, chanting for you to overpower your attacker. They slipped as you leaned onto them, falling on their back as you crawled up their body, pressing their shoulders into the puddle that was the field.
Mud was still caked on your face, making you rely on your senses as you attempted to subdue your attacker. Grabbing a handful of thick mud from the ground next to you you blindly rubbed it into their face, shoving some down the front of their uniform for good measure.
As they hacked and fought the mud you shifted your weight to sit fully on their stomach, finding their wrists and forcing them to their sides with your feet. From their size you could tell they were male. Your thigh was the size of their bicep.
Satisfied that they weren’t going to get away you wiped the goopy mud away from your eyes, staring down at your captive.
His teeth were bright, grinning at you as you scowled down at their stupid muddy face.
“Knobhead.”
“Good to see you too.” Your attacker said through his smile. “Having a good mud bath?”
Smacking his chest you got off his stomach, giving him back his hands. As he rose you slipped trying to right yourself. Reaching out on instinct, you clasped onto his soaked sleeve.
“I’m going to need a bath after that tackle.”
He chuckled, letting you catch your balance..
Once steady you shifted your attention to the practically vibrating muddy blobs that were your recruits. “Alright muppets when you are done your staring you are dismissed for the day.”
“Muppets, haven’t heard that for a second.”
You looked at him, face softening as the muddy blobs shuffled off, much happier, and dirtier, than how you found them.
“Yeah it’s been a while hasn’t it.”
He smiled, reaching out a hand. “Sorry about the tackle in front of the recruits.”
You gripped his stupidly large hand. “I’m sure I'll find a way to pay you back.”
His eyebrows rose suggestively and with a quirk of your mouth you yanked him down making him slip in the mud, and threw yourself on top of him. It was good to see your old friend again. It was even better to know you could still beat him at his own game.
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This is the part 2 of walkthrough of mission Pyrrhic victory. Call of Duty: Black Ops II is a first-person shooter developed by Treyarch and published by Activision. It was released for Microsoft Windows, PlayStation 3, and the Xbox 360 on November 12, 2012, and for the Wii U on November 18 in North America and November 30 in PAL regions. Black Ops II is the ninth game in the Call of Duty franchise of video games, a sequel to the 2010 game Call of Duty: Black Ops and the first Call of Duty game for the Wii U. A corresponding game for the PlayStation Vita, Call of Duty: Black Ops: Declassified, was developed by nStigate Games and also released on November 13.
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