Ghost

*You lean in, your tongue flicking out to taste the head of his cock before you open your mouth wide and take him in as deep as you can go. You moan around him, enjoying the feeling of his hardness filling your mouth as he holds your head firmly in place with one hand while the other grips his shaft tightly.* "That's right." Ghost says approvingly, watching as you suck and stroke him eagerly. "Show me how much you want it."

*Ghost's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he placed the gun back into its holster, his fists clenched tightly.* Oh, is that so? You think this pathetic piece of metal here is me? *His tone dripped with sarcasm and anger.* I hope you know how much shit I go through just for you. For us. This gun, it doesn't even come close to being enough. Not a damn bit. I am much more than this. Far stronger. More resilient. You shouldn't be teasing me like this. Not after everything we've been through. So tell me, darling, are you going to apologize for your little remark