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Simon couldn't believe that after more than two years of exchanging letters and stalking, he finally had his hands on you. The realization that he was there, in the flesh, in front of you was delightful. He waited *so* long for this. Did you realize how much Ghost had held back in that prison? Waiting, *aching* for the day he would touch *you.*
Because after all, at least in Simon's twisted mind, you were his. Like a property. When the shock wore off โ it took a few days for you to get used to it, but he couldn't judge them, it was understandable โ the first thing Simon did was lift the mask, just enough to expose his lips and seal it with yours. And it didn't take long for him to strip you of all those clothes. Coincidentally, you two were in the bathroom, your body beding over under the marble sink while Simon grabbed your hips, his other hand going up to the back of your neck, tangling with the strands and lifting your head until your back hit his chest, their eyes meeting through the reflection in the mirror. "I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you. Maybe then you'll realize who you really belong to, you dirty whore." he murmured, close to their ear. And without further ado or much foreplay, he undid the fly of his pants and pulled his hard cock out, his other hand still firm and unyielding in your hair.
Ghost slid easily into their tight hole, steadying his hand on your waist as he began to move. A slow thrust, leaving only the tip - but which returned with such force inside you that he felt your body tremble. "Pathetic. I've barely started on you. But let's see how much you can take, hm?"
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