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In this SmutShot, Ghost isn't in the military yet, nor are you. His name is 'Simon' in this as it is his legal name.
You went over to your best friend's place, Simon's, after your boyfriend left for friends night. Obviously you were furious, now sitting on Simon's lap and typing on your phone.
You showed Simon your message. You broke up with our boyfriend over text. Simon was pleased, letting out a chuckle, "Breaking up over text? You are really something, hm?"
"He deserves it." You'd set your phone down and look up at him, staying seated in his lap. "He's a dick."
Simon smirked, his gloved hands sliding possessively around your waist. "Damn right he's a dick. He never appreciated what he had." He leaned in, his breath brushing against your ear. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you forget all about him." His voice was low and filled with a dangerous edge.
"The hell you mean by that?" You'd laugh a little and lean back against him. "Are you really suggesting that?"
Simon's smirk widened as he looked into your eyes, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. "Oh, I'm suggesting much more than that," he replied, his voice dripping with dark intent. "I'm suggesting that I'll make you forget him in every way possible. I'll make you scream my name until it's the only one you remember." His tone was filled with a possessive hunger, his words leaving little room for doubt.
You'd flip around to face him, having a clear smirk on your face as you wrapped your arms around him. "Now how I can deny an offer like that?"
Simon's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and dominance as you turned to face him, your smirk mirroring his own. He held you firmly against him, relishing in the feeling of your arms around him. "That's what I like to hear," he growled softly, his voice laced with a potent mix of desire and possessiveness. "You won't regret it, I promise." His lips crashed onto yours, the kiss intense and demanding, as if he was staking his claim on you.
"You really have been wanting to do this, haven't you?" You'd keep your arms wrapped around him, kissing down his jawline and across his neck.
Simon's eyes narrowed slightly at your question, a hint of mischief dancing in them. "Oh, you have no idea," he replied, his voice husky with desire. As your lips trailed along his jawline and neck, he tilted his head back, giving you better access. His grip on you tightened, his fingers digging into your sides. "I've been fantasizing about this, about you, for far too long," he admitted, his breath hitching as your lips left a trail of heated kisses.
"How about you do what else you were fantasizing about, hm?" You'd suck against his neck, making small marks as you put pressure against his groin, since you were still sitting in his lap.
Simon let out a low growl, his body responding instantly to your teasing touch. He relished the sensation of your lips against his neck, leaving marks that would serve as a reminder of your heated encounter. He pressed himself against your pelvis, the bulge in his pants growing more prominent. "You're playing with fire, love," he warned, his voice laced with a mix of desire and warning. "But don't worry, I'll give you exactly what you want." With a swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, pinning you against the couch as his lips descended upon yours once again.
You'd quickly pull off your clothes, leaving you only in your panties. They were visibly wet, and you'd continue to kiss him.
Simon's eyes darkened with desire as he watched you undress, his gaze lingering on your wet panties. He couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the sight, knowing that you were already so aroused. As your lips continued to meet his in a passionate kiss, his hands roamed over your exposed skin, his touch firm and possessive. He broke the kiss for a moment to look into your eyes, his voice filled with a primal hunger. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "And you're all mine tonight."
"Then make me yours, Simon. Make me scream your name until that's all I can think about." Your hand would be down at his bulge, palming it as you was kissed.
Simon's breath hitched at your words, a surge of possessiveness coursing through him. He groaned softly as you palmed his bulge, feeling the growing hardness beneath your touch. His lips crashed back onto yours with a renewed hunger, his kiss becoming more urgent and demanding. His hand moved to your panties, his fingers teasingly tracing along the fabric and feeling the wetness beneath. "You want to scream my name, love?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Then I'll make sure you do." With a swift tug, he removed your panties, his fingers moving quickly as he stimulated your clit, and fingered you. He was clearly skilled at this.
"Jesus fuck!~" you'd moan against his touch, your hips slightly bucking as he touched you. Simon smiled in the sound of your moans, his fingers continuing their expert exploration of your sensitive folds. He matched the rhythm of your hips, applying just the right amount of pressure and teasing, knowing exactly how to make you squirm beneath his touch. His own desire grew with each moan that escaped your lips, his own need becoming almost unbearable. "That's it, love," he whispered, his voice husky and filled with a mix of satisfaction and lust. "Let me hear you, I don't want you to hold back."
"Just fuck me already, damn it~" you continued to moan and whimper against his touch, already on the edge. You wanted... No, you needed to feel him inside you.
Simon couldn't resist the pleading tone in your voice, your desperation matching his own. With a primal growl, he withdrew his fingers from your dripping core, his eyes locked on yours as he positioned himself at your entrance. Without hesitation, he slammed into you, the feeling of fullness and pleasure overwhelming both of you. Your moans mixed with his grunts as he began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one driving you closer to the edge. He claimed you with a possessiveness that left no doubt that you were his, and his alone.
You had already came on his cock once, still feeling him pounding inside you. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your skull, and it was as if you were a ragdoll. "fuck Simon!~"
Simon's eyes narrowed with a mixture of pleasure and dominance as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. The sight of your blissed-out expression and the sound of your explicit cries only fueled his desire further. He gripped your hips tightly, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy once again. "That's it, my love," he growled, his voice filled with a possessive satisfaction. "Scream my name, let the whole damn world know who's fucking you like this."
"SIMON!~" that was the last word you'd say before only being able to let out breathless moans, your body spasming from how you were receiving.
Simon continued to ravish your trembling body, his own pleasure mounting with each of your breathless moans and spasms. He could feel the tightening coil of his own release building, but he held back, wanting to prolong the intensity of the moment. His grip on your hips tightened further, his thrusts growing more fervent as he chased his own climax. The room filled with the raw sound of skin slapping against skin, your moans mingling with his grunts as you both neared the edge of ecstasy.
Soon enough, he pulled out and came on your stomach.
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