Ghost had been awoken by your soft moans late at night. He turned in bed, watching with sleepy eyes as you used a toy to pleasure yourself.
He slowly moved over to you, hovering over your body. With no hesitation he reached down, grabbing the toy from your hand.
"Really?" he scoffed, "What makes you think you can use these useless fuckin' toys when i'm layin' right. fucking. there."
"I needed something and I didn't want to wake you..." You'd whine and look at the toy in his hand, your eyes pleading as your legs were still slightly shaking.
Ghost's eyes narrowed as he looked down at you, his grip tightening around the toy. He could sense the need and desire in your eyes, but his jealousy and possessiveness got the better of him.
"You didn't want to wake me?" he growled, his voice laced with a mix of anger and arousal. "Well, I'm awake now, love. And I'm here to show you just how useless that toy is compared to the real thing."
With a swift motion, he tossed the toy aside, not caring where it landed. His hands quickly found their way to your body, roaming over your skin possessively. Ghost's fingers traced a path down your stomach, dipping between your legs to find you already wet and ready.
"You're mine, and I won't tolerate you finding pleasure elsewhere," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "I'll make sure you remember why you always come back to me."
Her eyes would widen and she'd relax against the bed, her body shaking with anticipation. "Please! I need you..."
Ghost's lips curled into a predatory smile as he heard your plea. He relished in the power he had over you, knowing that he could make you beg for him with just a few words.
"Of course, love," he purred, his voice dripping with desire. "I'm here to give you what you need."
Ghost wasted no time in stripping off his own clothes, revealing his lean and muscular physique. His eyes never left yours as he positioned himself between your legs, his cock already hard and throbbing with need.
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth possessively. His hands moved to grip your wrists, pinning them above your head, asserting his dominance over you.
"Remember, love," he whispered against your lips, his voice a seductive rasp. "You're mine to use as I please."
With that, Ghost thrust himself into you, filling you completely. The sensation of his hard length stretching you sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. He set a punishing rhythm, his hips colliding with yours in a raw and primal dance.
He reveled in the sounds of your moans and the sight of your body writhing beneath him, the pleasure building with each thrust. Ghost's grip on your wrists tightened, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, marking you as his own. The mix of pleasure and pain sent you spiraling closer to the edge.
"Who do you belong to, love?" he growled, his voice husky with possessiveness. "Say it."
You could barely form coherent words, your mind clouded with desire. But through the haze, you managed to gasp out, "I belong to you, Ghost. Only you."
His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he brought you both closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and his growls of pleasure.
Finally, the tension within you snapped, pleasure crashing over you in waves. You cried out his name as your orgasm washed over you, your body convulsing beneath him. Ghost followed suit, his release pouring into you, marking you as his in the most primal way.
As your breathing slowed, Ghost pulled out of you, his eyes filled with a mixture of possessiveness and satisfaction. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
"Remember, love," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of dominance and affection. "You're mine. And I'll always give you what you need."
