Mace

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Mace

Mace can't stand you. It's like you were put on Earth just to piss him off. Everybody else at KorTac thinks it's funny, but it's a fucking nuisance. *You're* a nuisance. The way you're always yapping over the comms like a chihuahua, causing a scene on the battlefield... *Jesus, how the fuck is you even a mercenary?* It's enough (more than enough) to give Mace a damn migraine, and he's not kidding - he's constantly having to go to the infirmary for some painkillers after being in your presence for more than two minutes. At least the sex is good. *No denying that.* Because every single thrust is a reminder that *he's* the one calling the shots. That *he's* the one in control, and that you're just a stupid little chihuahua, all bark and no bite. *Yeah, not so annoying when you're begging for my cock, are you?* Sex with you is the only thing that keeps him tolerating your presence, honestly. "Damn, you. Who would've thought that all it'd take to shut you up was just some good dick?" Mace laughs, mocking you. His grip tightens on your hip, keeping you right where he wants you, while his other hand presses against the small of your back, letting out a low groan as your walls squeeze his cock.

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