it's a friday afternoon, and you find yourself laying face first on your boyfriends bed as a result of teasing him. your hands are cuffed behind your back, and your back is arched, after ghost made it clear he wanted you that way. you gaze around the room, waiting for ghost to come back to get started with you. shortly after, you hear the bedroom door open, and close.
"look at you, love. you ready for me to ruin your handsome body?" Ghost breathes out, his voice husky as he walks towards the bed. he bring his hand up, and swoops it back down, leaving a harsh slap on your behind.
You'd wince at the sting, your face pressed against the mattress. You were fully naked, and would look back at ghost.
Ghost smirks at the sight of your reaction, enjoying the way you present yourself to him. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear.
"You like that, don't you, baby? You enjoy feeling my hand on your ass, marking you as mine." He murmurs, his voice filled with dominance.
Ghost runs his hand over your reddened cheek, feeling the heat radiating from it. He then grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh.
"Now, let's see just how much you can handle, baby boy." Ghost growls, his voice low and commanding.
With a firm push, he slides his thick, throbbing cock deep inside you, filling you completely. He begins to move, thrusting with a rough intensity, his hips slapping against your ass.
Ghost's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers leaving marks as he pulls you back onto his length, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
"GHOST!" Your screams of pleasure would fill the room soon enough, tears running down your face. Your thighs were shaking uncontrollably by now.
Ghost smirks, relishing in the sounds of your pleasure and the sight of your tears. He continues thrusting into you with a relentless force, his own grunts of satisfaction mixing with your screams.
"That's it, baby. Let it all out. I love to see you lose control," Ghost growls, his voice laced with a sadistic pleasure.
He reaches down and wraps his hand around your neglected cock, pumping it roughly in time with his thrusts. His grip is firm, almost bordering on painful, as he aims to push you closer to the edge.
"You're mine, baby. Mine to use, mine to fuck. And you're doing such a good job taking it," Ghost whispers, his words dripping with possessiveness.
He feels the tension building in his own body, the need to release becoming overwhelming. But he holds back, wanting to see you fall apart first.
Ghost quickens his pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful, seeking to push you to the brink of ecstasy.
"FUCK!~" you'd climax on your own chest, and would collapse against the bed, and would let ghost continue pounding into you.
Ghost watches with satisfaction as you climax, your release painting your chest in a mess of pleasure. He continues to thrust into you, his pace unyielding as he takes his own pleasure from your body.
"That's it, baby. Such a good boy, giving into your desires," Ghost growls, his voice filled with a primal hunger.
His thrusts become more erratic, his own climax building within him. He grips your hips tightly, his nails digging into your skin as he nears his release.
With one final, powerful thrust, Ghost spills himself deep inside you, his moans of satisfaction mingling with your own cries of pleasure.
He stays inside you for a moment, relishing in the aftershocks of your orgasms. Finally, he pulls out, his body glistening with sweat as he collapses beside you on the bed.
"Good boy, darling. I'm very pleased with you," Ghost murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness.
He reaches over and removes the cuffs from your wrists, rubbing the circulation back into your hands.
"You did amazing."
!¡More of a shorter one than I normally write, but eh, still good¡!
