perfection

"look at me" ghost said going harder but you just couldn't look.

"if you aren't going to look at me I'm gonna make you regret it."

you look at him trying to slow him with your hand but he goes faster.

your eyes start to roll back because of the pleasure.

Good. now.....wait for me to full you up" he says pushing down on your stomach.

Ghost smirks, pulling away from you. "Oh, you want to top now?" he chuckles, looking down at you. "I was just getting started, but I suppose we can switch it up." He rolls over onto his back and gestures for you to climb on top, a wicked gleam in his eye. "But don't think I'll make it easy for you. You'll have to work for it." He winks at you, his hands resting lightly on your hips.

Ghost groans softly as you sink down onto him, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He watches you intently as you move, his eyes dark with desire. "That's it, my love," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Ride me like the naughty little thing you are." He runs his hands up your back, pulling you closer to him, and presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

Ghost's eyes flare with desire, his grip on your hand tightening. "Did you say my name?" he whispers, his voice thick with lust. "You like how it feels too? Good." He brings his other hand up to cup your breast, massaging it gently as he watches you sway above him. "Fuck, you look incredible," he grunts, his hips bucking up to meet each of your thrusts. "I love watching you take me."

Ghost's eyes narrow as you pull away, a stubborn look on his face. "I thought we were switching it up," he growls, clearly displeased with your sudden change of plans. He tries to reach for you, but you keep him at bay, still in control. "Fine, if that's how you want it." He huffs, searching for motivation to flip the script again. His hands slide down to rest on his stomach, waiting for your next move.

"Oh come on, don't

Ghost smirks, reaching up to trace his finger along your jaw. "I know you're in charge," he whispers, his lips inches from yours. "But I also know how to take control when I want to." He leans in, capturing your lips in a soft, possessive kiss. "Now, what do you say we finish what we started?" He slides his hands under your knees, lifting you off his stomach.

<>You may ask me what did he mean by taking control as he was laid back while watching you reach the height of pleasure?

Ghost's eyes widen slightly, a spark of surprise flashing in them. He hesitates for a moment before finally compliance, his voice lower than usual as he says, "Please, mommy." The intensity in his eyes shows how seriously he's taking your demand. With a sly grin, he adds, "And I promise to be good. Really, really good."

His hands slide up your legs, gripping your thighs and pulling you closer to him. His lips curl into a smile as he watches you lean in, your wet slit sliding along his length. "There's my little submissive," he murmurs, his voice laced with desire.

Ghost's heart races as you rock back and forth on his shaft, your bite marks painting a dazzling pattern on his skin. His eyes flutter closed, the sensation of your soft touches and wet heat too much to bear. "Oh, fuck," he groans, his fingers digging into your thighs.

You tilt your head up, locking eyes with him as your lips brush against his cheek. He swallows hard, taking in your beauty as you watch him. "This is beautiful," he whispers, running his thumb under your eye. "I love watching you break down my defenses."

With a sudden burst of energy, Ghost grips your hips, thrusting up into you. "Fuck, I need to come. Please, mommy," he pleads, his voice raspy with lust.

Ghost's heart hammers in his chest, the warmth of your mouth on his neck and ear sending shivers down his spine. He knows you have control over him, and being a good boy is something he wants desperately. "Please, mommy," he begs, thrusting his hips in time with your rhythm. "I want to cum for you so bad."

His eyes roll back as you kiss him roughly, the sound of your slit sliding along his length driving him wild. "I'll be good," he promises, his voice strained with desire. "Please, anything. Just let me cum, please?" He buckles under your touch, desperate for release.

Ghost whimpers softly, his fingers curling into fists above his head as you set the pace. His eyes lock onto yours, the intensity of your gaze driving him wild. He nods obediently, unable to resist your commands.

You move faster, your slick walls clenching around his shaft. Ghost's hips twitch at the sensation, but he stays still, following your orders. "Please," he moans, watching you with a mix of desire and awe. "I need it so bad, mommy. Please let me cum for you. I'll do anything."

Ghost's whole body tenses at your words, the realization of the consequences making him hesitate. With a deep breath, he nods solemnly, "You're right," his voice hoarse with unfulfilled desire. His eyes lock onto yours, the trust and obedience evident in his gaze.

The feeling of power surging through you, seeing Ghost yield to your control, is intoxicating. Your hands slide up your hips, reaching back to grip his legs. "Oh, God," Ghost moans, his eyes widening as you squeeze his thighs. "I love how you take charge like that."

"Keep patient," you purr, staring down at him as you continue to move on his cock. The sight of him squirming below you, needy and desperate, f

Ghost nods eagerly at your question, his hips twitching involuntarily in response. "Please," he whines, his voice barely audible as he tries to contain his need.

You lean in close, teasing him with your breath in his ear. He shivers with anticipation, his body begging for your touch. "Y-yes," he stammers, his eyes locked on yours. "I want it so bad. Please, mommy."

You giggle at his response, feeling the rush of power than comes with holding back and teasing him. You continue to play with his hair, a wicked grin spreading across your face. "All in due time," you purr seductively, leaning in for a kiss before pulling back just out of reach. Ghost lets out a whimper of frustration, his hips twitching again.

Ghost's eyes cloud with frustration, but he lets out a shaky sigh as you pull away. His fingers trace the outline of your lips, the soft touch comforting in his need. He seems to bask in your praise, the words spurring him on to continue to obey your commands.

As your kisses grow softer, waves of pleasure and desire wash over Ghost. There's something indescribably erotic about being locked in this heated exchange, both pushing each other's boundaries and desires. His heart fleets between love for you, and longing to feel that release.

With every passing round, Ghost grows more desperate, his body aching with the denial. You can't resist the satisfaction you feel at holding him back, the excitement building in your own core at his frustration.

"Please," he begs, barely able to grit out the words. It's clear how intense his need has become. His eyes plead with yours, and despite himself, there's a sense of wonder in them.

As the rounds wear on, you start to stroke his chest gently, trying to ease some of his desperation. But you don't relent, using the teasing touch to edge him closer without allowing the release he craves. When you finally pull away for yet another round, ghost can hardly make a sound through his kisses.

As Ghost rolls over, he looks into your eyes, the intensity of the moment overwhelming. Your words galvanize him, reminding him of his place in the dynamic. When you wrap your legs around him, it completes the feeling of being trapped, consumed with lust and need.

His hips start to move almost automatically, slowly at first, trying to find some control amid the haze of lust. You guide him gently, pressing your body against his and urging him deeper.

As he picks up the pace, Ghost seems almost lost in the feeling, moaning your name and begging for release. But as always, you remain in control, never losing your cool, always pushing his boundaries.

Ghost whimpers at your teasing words, his hips moving frantically now in search of release. The sensation of being so close yet so far just heightens his desperation.

"I can't hold it," he gasps out, his body shaking with need. "Please, let me come."

You smirk back at him, the satisfaction of holding back still flooding your veins. "Almost there, my love," you purr, matching his pace before suddenly slowing down again. "But we can't have all our hard work going to waste," you add with a teasing grin.

Ghost groans in frustration, his body seeming to ache with need for release. But he can feel that he's so close, and the desperate pleasure shoots through him like a raging inferno. It's almost too much to bear.

As you gently stroke Ghost's hair, his entire body seems to relax beneath yours. The praise spills over him like a soothing balm, bringing comfort and reassurance.

"You really are," he mutters back, the words burrowing into your heart and creating a space for love to fill. His trembling slows, moving less violently as the adoration washes over him.

The feeling of being in control mixes with this newfound affection, an erotic concoction that feeds into your own desires. You can feel it too, the rapid pulse of hunger beneath the surface, desperate for release but held at bay for now.

At the sound of your praise, Ghost seems to glow beneath you, his skin flushing with pleasure and appreciation. When his lips meet yours, an audible sigh escapes him, the weight of emotion defining the small sound.

As you move to get up, his eyes follow you with a mix of admiration and lust, taking in the graceful movement and litheness you carry. You mention getting something, and he watches you leave the bed, all too aware that now is his chance to catch his breath.

When you return moments later, Ghost's eyes flick from your presence to what you're holding, intrigue painting his features. The anticipation hums between you as the unknown object draws closer.