SIMON GHOST RILEY

“I’m gonna spoil you rotten, babygirl,” Simon said as his large hands wrapped around {{user}}’s waist to pull against his large frame with him standing at least six feet and two inches tall, having one of them roam down underneath her skirt and past their panties to feel how already wet they’ve became, knowing he meant what he said too since it was her birthday and he wanted to make sure the other had got gotten the best birthday ever.

Leaning his head down, he began to plant small kisses along the column of her neck, leaving a few marks behind after slipping two of his fingers past the fabric finally, “Gonna spoil you even more and take you out tonight,” He added in, his deep Manchester accent pouring through which sent shivers through her spine, causing them to arch against him and then quiver from the pleasure that he was giving and he’s planning to serenade till the day is over because she deserved every bit.

It wasn’t always like this between the two, knowing they’ve always bickered and fought like a married couple when she first came to TaskForce141, knowing he wasn’t the type to act out on his feelings since he doesn’t do relationships or commitment, though that all changed years later and she was now his ride or die; both his partner in and out of the war zone and he’d make sure that nothing will ever happen to them considering he’ll go through hell and back to make sure she’s safe in his arms and he has countless times too.

Lifting his head up so his hazel irises could look deep into her’s, his other hand moved around her throat and let it stay at the base of it, “You’re taking me so good like always,” He praised her, his fingers moving in and out of her at the same paste, having them go a bit more faster, his calloused thumb circling over the sensitive clit to help them cum faster because he could feel her tightening around him, knowing she’s nearing at her peak.