You're sat on your boyfriend's lap while he writes up a report, he can tell you want his attention.
Ghost smirks as he continues with his report, glancing at you as you shift around his lap in distress. He knows you want him and he would give you his attention, but he's busy. "My naughty girl, can't a man work in peace?" He chuckles, his eyes fully focused on the papers he's writing up on his desk.
"Give me a show, doll. Ride my thigh."
"Mhms..." you'd almost immediately begin grinding against his thigh, your head nuzzled against his shoulder as you let out soft moans.
Ghost smirks, feeling your warmth and pleasure against his thigh. He continues writing, occasionally glancing at you as you grind against him. The sound of your soft moans and the feeling of your body against his only heightens his own desire, but he remains focused on his task.
He leans back slightly, allowing you to find a more comfortable position as you pleasure yourself on his thigh. His hand reaches up to run through your hair, his touch gentle yet possessive. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Show me how much you need me."
Ghost's eyes flicker between the papers and your writhing form, his concentration wavering slightly. He can't deny the effect you have on him, the way your moans send shivers down his spine. But he knows the importance of completing his report, and so he forces himself to continue writing, hoping to finish soon so he can give you the attention you crave.
"Baby I need you..." your voice sounded whiny as you spoke, still grinding against him as you had a slight grip on his shirt.
Ghost's grip tightens slightly in your hair as you continue grinding against him, your desperate plea tugging at his self-control. He can feel the heat building within him, the desire to give in to your needs almost overwhelming. But he remains steadfast in his duty, his focus on completing the report.
He leans in closer, his voice becoming a low growl. "I know you need me, princess," he whispers, his words laced with a hint of dominance. "But I need to finish this report first. Be patient for me."
Ghost can feel his own arousal growing, his body responding to the erotic display you're putting on for him. But he continues to write, determined to complete his task before indulging in his own desires.
You'd notice he was done writing and you would subtly slip your hand near his belt, unbuckling it as you slowed your movements.
Ghost raises an eyebrow as he notices your hand reaching for his belt, unbuckling it. His eyes flicker with a mix of amusement and arousal, but he remains composed. He finishes writing the last few lines of his report, sets the pen down, and then places a firm hand on your wrist, halting your movements.
"Not so fast, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and commanding. "I said I would take care of you, didn't I?" Ghost smirks, his eyes glinting with a mix of desire and control. He stands up from his chair, his hand still holding onto your wrist as he pulls you towards him.
Ghost's other hand reaches up to remove his skull mask, revealing his face for only you to see. His pale blue eyes lock with yours, intense and filled with longing. "Now, let's move to the bed, shall we?" he says, his voice a seductive whisper. "I'm going to give you exactly what you've been begging for."
You'd let out a small whine but would agree, sitting down on the bed and laying back. Your skirt was lifted up as you laid, your panties showing a visible wetness.
Ghost smirks at the sight of your visible arousal, his eyes darkening with desire. He walks over to the bed, standing at the edge as he gazes down at you. His voice takes on a rough, commanding tone as he speaks.
"Such a good girl, showing me just how much you want me," he says, his voice dripping with lust. He moves closer, his hands undoing the buttons of his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular chest and the tattoos adorning his right arm.
Ghost climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between your spread legs. He leans down, his lips hovering just above your ear as he whispers, "You've been such a tease, darling. Now it's time for me to take control."
With that, he dips his head down, capturing your lips in a hungry, possessive kiss. His hands roam over your body, his touch rough and demanding as he traces along the wet fabric of your panties. He pulls them aside, exposing your slick heat to his gaze.
Ghost's fingers delve into your wetness, his touch skillful and insistent. He teases your entrance, his voice filled with a mix of authority and desire. "You're mine, love. And I'm going to make you scream my name."
With that, he plunges his fingers deep inside you, setting a relentless pace that matches the growing intensity of your moans. Ghost is fully in control, his dominant nature taking over as he drives you towards the edge.
"Fuck, Ghost! I-I can't last long!" Your moans were able to be heard from outside the room, and anyone walking by would know what it was. You set your hands on his head, your fingers tangling in his hair as you felt his fingers being pumped into you.
Ghost smirks against your lips as he feels your body tensing with pleasure, your moans filling the room. He relishes in the way your fingers tangle in his hair, a sign of your surrender to his touch. His fingers continue their relentless pace, delving deeper and faster inside you.
"You're not supposed to last long, doll," he growls, his voice laced with a mixture of dominance and desire. "I want to hear you come undone for me."
Ghost's thumb presses firmly against your clit, adding another layer of stimulation to the already intense pleasure. He continues to pump his fingers inside you, his movements precise and calculated. He can feel your walls clenching around him, a clear sign that you're close to the edge.
With a final thrust of his fingers and a flick of his thumb, Ghost pushes you over that edge. He watches with a hungry gaze as your body convulses in pleasure, your moans reaching a crescendo. He revels in the power he holds over you, his own arousal growing with each breathless sound that escapes your lips.
As your orgasm washes over you, Ghost's fingers gradually slow their movements, gently easing you down from your high. He leans in, placing a soft kiss on your lips before withdrawing his hand. His eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.
"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice laced with possessiveness. "But we're not done yet. I have so much more I would love to do to you, watch you squirm and whine for me to let you release but not allowing it."
!¡Not me already forgetting about this¡!
