Your back against the wet tiles, legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth sucking on your neck strongly.
Water is pouring down onto you and you still have your fingers entangled in his hair. A loud smacking noise leaves his mouth as he stops sucking and his half-lidded eyes search for yours.
"You are so beautiful Simon...I am so happy to finally meet you...", a tsk sound leaving him as he kisses you again and moves one hand onto the back of your neck, squeezing you closer to him.
Suddenly, you feel a warm, hard sensation near your heat. Your eyes meet his.
He nods and clears his throat, moving his hand down again to pull you up some more and carry you better.
"You better fuck me... Right now..." you whisper, not wanting to waste any more time.
"Without the rubber and all?" He breathes out, his usual certain tone carrying a hint of hesitation.
"Right. Now." You repeat.
He goes through his wet hair with one hand before moving it down to his hard on, stroking along it a few times and placing the tip right at your entrance. You steady yourself by resting your arms around his strong neck. Your lips part when he enters you, the thickness spreading you slowly.
He takes his time, his eyes not leaving yours even for just one moment. His eye contact alone could make you cum right there.
"Fffffuck you feel good..." he groans, enjoying the new sensation of feeling you around his cock without a condom.
You gasp at his full length inside you, your other responses being scratching the top part of his back and biting his bottom lip whenever he lets you.
"Fuckin wildcat..." he says as his hips move back, just to push right back into you.
You lean in to kiss him, your noses bumping into each other roughly. You lick his lips which leads to him quickening the pace he fucks you with, much to your pleasure.
You are cock-drunk already, whimpering his name and rolling your eyes into the back of your head. He is panting, muscles sore already from holding and fucking you like there won't be a tomorrow.
"Look at me, pearl. Look right here" he whispers with a heavy tone. You nod as you try to keep focus, your eyes not playing along though.
You feel his big hand on the back of your neck again and tilting your head downwards, giving you a good look of his glistening cock sliding in and out of you.
"Fuckin' hell, Simon..." You whimper softly, he lets out a breath that sounds like a chuckle.
"You definitely picked that up from being around me too much..." he moans, not stopping to thrust into you, the pace quickening once again.
He squeezes his wet face into your cheek, his defined nose digging into your soft skin.
"How are you so tight? This pussy was made for me, wasn't it?"
His thick thighs slap against your skin, everything pulsing and aching.
You felt sore already but couldn't care less tonight. You will let him fuck you for as long as he wants to.
"You're mine, yeah?" He makes sure with a stern, yet asking tone.
"I am. Only yours. I want to be only yours." You cry out, which sends him over the edge.
"Fuck, love... you....repeat that. Look at me and repeat that, if you really mean it."
"I want to be yours so bad, to belong to you. I'll be-fuck...be yours if you let me."
You saw his eyes shudder as you finished your sentence, his moans becoming deeper and his arms holding you up shaking as he reaches his long awaited climax more and more.
"Do you want me to? I'm so fucking close Simon a-and if you say the right words, i'm gonna cum r-right on your cock." He lets out a moan as they become harder to hold back. He thrusts into you before snarling out a frustrated "I do."
"Wh-what do you want?" You tease, the tension in your core about to release itself on his dick.
"FUCK! I want you, all of you. Every fuckin second, i want you!" He growls, crashing into you for one final kiss before you both come, together.
He fills you up, both of your minds lost in absolute trance as you moan into each others mouths.
You're in heaven, seconds before you crash back onto earth violently.
He came inside of you.
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Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
FanfictionYou're an exhausted showgirl on one of many long nightshifts. What makes this one a little different? It's a certain scottish mans birthday and the one thing he wished for was to finish it off in a burlesque club with his fellow teammates. --- I'VE...
