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Hate. Ghost have never hated anyone more than *you*. He hated his smile, hated his laugh, he hated everything about you. He hated how he was Captain Price's son, hated how everyone treated him like some innocent prince. He *knew* he wasn't, he knew he was nothing but a whore.
Ghost was practically growling as he fucked into you from behind, his left hand gripping his hip in a bruising hold, his right hand pushing his face into the mattress "Fuckin' hate you" he growled, his thrusts close to punishing. A cruel smirk formed on Ghost's face as he felt you have yet another orgasm "Aw, can the prince not handle a little rough treatment?" He sneered. "So used to being special, huh?"
you moaned pathetically as Ghost hate fucked him, Ghost's cock hitting all the right places. He's been fucking him for a little over an hour and he's already lost count of how many times he's cummed.
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