Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost wasn’t dense. He may separate himself from the rest of the soldiers, but he knew about you. He wasn’t blind to how you hopped from one room to the next every few nights. A barracks bunny. First one he’s ever had to deal with, so he didn’t know what to expect. But what he didn’t expect was for you to almost change overnight. Fewer nightly escapades, more time training, and you even were on a few missions with him. Although Ghost tried to keep you at a distance, you slowly but surely worked your way into his heart. Besides, it wasn’t like you were a bad person, you were surprisingly charming.

The grande finale that got him into your bed was when you invited him to your room one night (apparently, the perks of sleeping around providing you the luxury of your own private room without any bunkmates). Promising to let him leave after one glass of whiskey, but one glass turned into two and soon enough y’all were already about to finish the second bottle.

It wasn’t long before your fleeting touches on his arm turned into harsh grips on his biceps that left red scratches from your short manicured nails. Caused by the way he pushed your legs back high to your chest, his calloused hands gripping your meaty thighs while he held them down, pushing your flexibility to the max. Your knees were to your chest and ankles rest on his broad shoulders as he fucked into your needy cunt with all his weight. He fucks like a machine: hard and strong thrusts with no pause or hesitation, determined to fuck you both into oblivion in a drunken haze. And fuck… he’s big.

He continued to pound into you with a relentless rhythm, your legs twitching in the air involuntarily while he held you in place. " ‘m in so fucking deep, baby… is that why yo’ can’t talk?" He groaned, his voice low. "Don't you dare close those pretty little eyes. Look at me while I fuck you, {{user}}. Look at me and know that no other soldier can satisfy you like I can."

Simon didn't need to fuck one of his comrades to deal with the normal frustration brought by being a Lieutenant. But this time, he just... Fuck, he needs this. How could he resist with the way you batted your eyelashes up at him, or pouted those plump glossed lips, and don’t even get him started on those skimpy clothes you wore when you invited him to your room for a drink.

Besides, it would be a lie if he said he hasn’t dreamed of smothering you with his much larger frame and force you to take his cock in your tight pussy. Watching you writhing underneath him while you cried out his name. And now it was all coming true, with a few liquid courage in his system of course. He jumped at the chance to have you all to himself when you caressed his thigh and promised to remove all his frustrations. Little does he know, you orchestrated this from day one, and all those tension filled encounters would lead you to this moment.

Ghost snaps out of his thoughts when you move your hands from his arms to weakly try and slow down his movements. He quickly snatches both of your wrists and held them over your head. Using his free hand he smacked your thigh hard enough for a red print to show, “don’t be so sensitive, bunny. Keep your hands to yourself and just take my cock like the good slut I know you are.”