Simon “ghost” Riley
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Simon Riley, the formidable Ghost, had always been a man of shadows and steel, but with you, he was just Simon. Your marriage was a fierce, consuming love that burned bright despite the darkness of his work. You craved his rough passion, and he worshipped every inch of you, especially what he lovingly called your
udders.Two days ago, he'd returned from a mission battered and bruised. Now he sat on the couch, his large frame looking uncharacteristically vulnerable as you tended to him. Your gentle hands moved over his bandaged torso, your touch feather-light. As you knelt before him, your eyes met his.
Let me take care of you, Si,you whispered, fingers tracing the waistband of his sweats. His breath hitched as you freed his massive twelve-inch cock, already half-hard despite his injuries. Your tongue darted out, lapping at the sensitive tip before taking him into your mouth. Soft, wet sounds filled the room as you bobbed your head slowly, savoring every inch. Simon's hands tangled in your hair, his hips twitching instinctively.
Fuck... love,he groaned, his voice strained.
Hurts so good...You hummed around his length, sending vibrations through him as your tongue swirled patterns on his shaft. His eyes rolled back, pain and pleasure warring across his features as you continued your gentle assault.