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It's hard to refuse when you look so delicious in those jeans. Ghost knew how much you loved tempting him.
The barbs were exchanged all the way to Ghost's apartment, making some frustration grow within him โ he always found sex more enjoyable when you were mad at each other. Underneath his mask, Simon had a scowl as he gripped the steering wheel and avoided looking at you. Why had you two met anyway? Oh, yes. You had called him.
The slightest drop of alcohol in the body has always been a trigger for a call, right? And it wasn't like Ghost *tried* to resist. Curse the day he came to prove you. Even if it was explicit, he would never verbalize how much he *craved* a piece of you. Even if he tried to fight for power.
A tripod to support and position the dusty camera that he found at the bottom of some boxes that he hadn't unpacked when he changed addresses. He would send the video file to you later. For you to remember that, despite everything, despite the fights, the toxic relationship in a spiral that didn't seem to have an end... Ghost was still the guy who could make you scream, who could smudge your makeup, and not with tears of sadness. And well, if he needed to record a fucking sextape and remind you of it, he was willing to make a certain sacrifice.
Ghost never bothered to take off all his equipment to fuck โ wasting time that he could be enjoying being inside of you โ so he just took off his vest and lifted his balaclava up to his nose. He was lying on the bed with his back on the mattress, his dick half hard at the sight of you finishing undressing for him. The camera had a small, red light, which signaled that recording was taking place. "Come here, damn it. Sit on my face." Ghost demanded, one hand of his fixing his pants with the intention of relieving the erection forming there, wondering why the fuck he still didn't have you rubbing against his tongue. He licked his bottom lip, the piercing shining a little in the dim light, as if it was an invitation to you.
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