Truth or Dare

Part 3

Only a moment of labored breathing between the two of you passes before Ghost swiftly lifts his mask over his lips, crashing them into yours. The kiss is aggressive as Ghost pulls your body close to his. It's not close enough. His hands roam up your sides and down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. You can feel his rock hard length against your stomach as you two push your bodies so hard against each other you'd think you're trying to fuse together.

He leads you over towards the couch, both of you still desperate to not break the intense tongue wrestling match neither of you wanted to lose. He pulls away for a moment, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his taut and disciplined body underneath. It was a mouthwatering sight and only made you more insane for this man.

He smirks, eyes quickly scanning your awestruck expression before grabbing your face and leaning back down for another intense kiss. You moan softly as he starts to kiss down from your jaw, descending to your neck and collarbone. His left hand holds your waist as his right hand travels down between your legs, feeling the heat through your shorts. You whimper quietly, breathing unevenly as he moves down to your breasts to take one of your hard nipples in between his teeth through your tank top. His hand rubs along your center, your underwear so wet it's seeping through the fabric of your shorts.

He lifts his head up, face close to yours while looking into your eyes as he continues to tease you, "You're so fucking wet for me already and I haven't even taken your pants off yet." Your breath hitches in your throat as he shoves you against the back of the couch, bending at the hips giving him full access to you. He yanks your shorts down, leaving you in your soaking wet panties, his fingers teasing along your folds through the fabric. He leans forward and whispers into your ear while moving his fingertips in circles to rub against your clit, earning him a gasp from you, "I'm choosing truth for you this round, baby."

You whimper as he moves your panties aside, feeling your exposed heat, "Tell me the truth, do you want me to push a finger into this greedy little pussy of yours?" Without a second thought you desperately plead, "Yes!" He chuckles, his chest vibrating against your back, still leaning over you, "As you wish, princess." He slips a finger inside of you, soft moans escaping your lips as he slowly pumps his digit in and out. It wasn't enough, you needed more, your body naturally pushing back towards him. "Oh? You need two, love?" You nod, a moan caught in your throat as you swallow, "Mhm!"

He doesn't give you what you want just yet, "That's not a good enough answer, I want you to beg for it." You're so desperate right now that you'll obey everything he tells you, "Please! Please put another inside of me!" He groans at the sound of your begging voice, the ache of his cock growing more painful, "Good girl." He slides another digit inside of you, quickening the pace as your wetness coats his fingers.

"F-Fuck!" Your whole body is boiling hot, the pleasure coursing through you, "Ghost, please, I need you inside of me!" Your voice nearly breaks from pure hunger and desperation for him to claim you. A rumble leaves his chest, "Simon, call me Simon. Maybe then I'll give you what you want." He continues his ministrations through it all with you still being a whimpering mess, "Simon, please fuck me!" Who knew how easily you'd fold for him with your usual rebellious spirit?

That's all it took for him to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, pulling his aching cock out. He strokes it a couple times, pushing your back down so you arched for him. He teases the tip along your wet entrance and swiftly pushes all the way inside causing you to gasp from painful pleasure. His head falls forward followed by a loud groan, "You're so fucking tight, dear." He grabs ahold of your hips and begins to thrust into you, already starting off at a punishing pace.

The room is full of your gasps and moans and him sucking through his teeth at the sight of him pumping in and out of your pussy. His head tips backwards, eyes closed, reveling in the warmth of your tight walls. He looks back ahead and grabs a fistful of your hair effectively yanking you back against his chest. He continues to relentlessly pound into you, "Do you like this? You like being a good little whore for me? Is this really what you wanted from this game?"

Your face contorts in pleasure with a hint of pain from his tight grip on your hair, "Mmm, fuck, yes!" His chuckle almost sounds evil at your admission, wrapping his other hand around your throat resulting in choked gasps and moans from your pretty mouth. He wanted to have full control over you, to keep you right where he wanted you to be. The sound of skin on skin is loud as his pace is unrelenting, the oxygen in the room being sucked away by the heavy breathing shared between the two of you.

He nibbles your shoulder, mouth moving to the shell of your ear, "Tell me, Y/n, do you want me to fill this pretty pussy of yours up with my cum?" His grip around your throat tightens, your windpipe closing but not enough for you to blurt, "Please, Simon, fuck! Please!" He grunts, fucking you until all you can feel is him, your mind melting. With a strong thrust and groan his release coats your walls, your moans being the only sound he can hear.

He wasn't done yet. He turns you around to face him, you officially kick off your shorts that were still around your ankles. He pushes you back against the couch, hoisting one of your legs up and slams back into you. He's fucking his cum back into your pussy, the sight so hot it keeps him nice and hard. "Oh my God, Fuck!" Your voice breaking as you're nearly yelling. The new position allows him to hit deeper inside of you, hitting all the right spots.

Chesty grunts escape his mouth as he thrusts as hard and fast as he can, years of being in the military benefiting his stamina. He grabs your throat once again, forcing you to look into his eyes, "Rub that pretty clit of yours, I want you to cum on my cock," his voice gravely and his breathing heavy. You do as you're told, your hand moving down to play with yourself only heightening your pleasure.

It doesn't take much for you to be on the brink of release. His large hand still around your throat isn't enough to silence you, "Shit, Simon, I'm about to cum!" A sly grin spreads across his face at the sound of his name being whimpered out of you. His mask is still half way off over his nose, "Do it, baby. Cum for me." That was it. Your walls squeeze tight around him, body writhing under him, practically screaming from your strong orgasm. "That's it, baby," he takes a mental picture of the sex-drunk look on your face. He'll definitely use that imprinted image for another night when he's alone.

He begins to slow down, his thrusts more gentle as he lets you ride every bit of pleasure from your release. Once he comes to a stop, your body still twitching from aftershocks, he lets go of your throat and leans down to kiss you passionately. You kiss him back, getting the confidence to take the chance of removing his mask. He doesn't stop you, you break the kiss to see his full face. He was handsome and had those masculine features that you knew have been hidden underneath this whole time.

You smile an endearing smile, your lower lip between your teeth. You feel special that you got to see all of him. "How about we get you cleaned up and take a hot shower together, love." You nod as he puts your leg down, pulling you in for a tight hug. Who know a man so cold could also be so sweet?

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As the hot water runs and steam clouds the air, he embraces you, slowly tracing his fingers along your back. You can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. You look up at him, "Hey, Simon." "Hmm?" He raises an eyebrow. "Truth or dare?" You ask, a little smirk playing on your lips. "Dare." "I dare you to cuddle me to sleep after this," your warm smile making his heart throb. "I accept that dare, sweetheart." He definitely succeeded in keeping you inside for the night.