Shannon

His fingers traced the outer seam of her lips, parting them slow. Her cunt responding instantly, slickness welling, clit swelling under his thumb as he circled it. Her cunt clenched and fluttered and he could practically see her squeezing her thighs shut, unable to stop the pleasure.

“Been waiting for this, haven’t you, sergeant?” he rumbled, pushing one thick finger inside. Christ, she was tight. The walls clenched around him hot and velvety, fluttering desperately. He added a second finger, scissoring gently, stretching her while his thumb kept working the clit. More wetness coated his hand. He tasted it- sweet, rain slick.

Price freed his heavy cock, already rock hard and leaking. He rubbed the thick head up and down her folds, teasing the entrance, slapping the clit lightly until her cunt pulsed and leaked even more. Then he pushed in.

Slow. Inch by thick inch.

Then resistance.

Not tightness… he knew tightness. This was something else. Something that didn’t give until it gave, a faint catch and release.

Price went still.

His breath came out slow through his nose. The glass of whiskey sat forgotten, ice shifting. His brain turned the information over.

Virgin.

She was a fucking virgin, and he was already halfway inside her.

Something should have stopped there. Some wire in the back of his skull should have tripped. Instead, what moved through him was darker than guilt and hungrier than surprise, a heat that started low in his gut and climbed his spine like a lit fuse.

“Fuck,” he breathed. Then, quieter, almost reverent: “Didn’t know you were saving yourself for me, love.”

He sank the rest of the way in. Held there. Let her feel every inch, groaning as her walls spasmed wildly around his cock.

He didn’t hold back after that.

Price fucked her properly, long, deep strokes that had her cunt clenching and gushing around him. He played with her for hours: pulling out to eat her out, tongue fucking the cum filled hole while sucking on her swollen clit. Fingering her through orgasm after orgasm. Using her like a fleshlight, pounding hard while he lounged back with his whiskey, then slowing down to savor every flutter.

He flipped the cunt, took her from behind, held her open and watched his thick cock stretch her virgin pussy again, again.

Every time she came, her cunt would pulse and squeeze him like a vice, milking him until he filled her with load after load.

All night he kept at it, teasing edges, making her edge for him, then denying and rewarding in equal measure. By the time dawn crept in, the portal was puffy, dripping with his cum, still twitching from overuse.

He wasn’t done.

Morning came with the click of the kettle and the drag of a chair across tile. Price slid back inside her cunt with his first sip of coffee, settled deep with a groan that was more satisfaction than effort. He sat at the table with her wrapped around him like a second skin. Phone in one hand. The other tracing slow, lazy circles over her poor oversensitive clit.

The warm, cum soaked cunt fluttered around his shaft, occasionally clenching. He exhaled through his nose. Scrolled another message.

His phone buzzed. Her name on the screen.

Calling out sick.

He didn’t answer. Just locked the phone. Let out a low, rumbling chuckle. Rolled his hips once, slow, and felt her seize around him like a fist.

“Atta girl,” he said into the rim of his mug. Steam curled between his teeth. “Take the day off. Captain’s got you nice and full.”

Vs

You, who smiled your way past security because everyone on base knows Captain Price’s little girl. Who dropped your portal on the desk second from the left- Ghost’s desk, you were certain, you’d counted- and slipped out before anyone saw.