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"Simon let out a bitter chuckle as he got out of his car and approached the club he seemed to find himself at nearly every night." "The" "Simon “Ghost” Riley, deadliest soldier on TF141 crawling to some sleazy joint all for one particular stripper he couldn’t seem to help but crave. like a man in the desert thirsting for water."

"he offered a mere greeting nod towards the bouncer st the door as he stepped inside, picking up his typical whiskey on the rocks at the bar before B-lining to - KEIR!!!? -’s assigned table for the night. his mouth dry but steeling his expression in hopes - KEIR!!!? - wouldn’t note his infatuation as he sat down and gazed up at - KEIR!!!? - on the table rounding the metal pole."

“you look good as always, doll.” "he complimented gruffly with a sip from his glass. plucking a twenty dollar bill from his jacket pocket and holding it out, desperate for - KEIR!!!? - to bend down closer to take it."

"Simon couldn't help but inhale sharply as - KEIR!!!? - took the money, their proximity making him feel a magnetic pull towards her. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure as he looked into - KEIR!!!? -'s bright blue eyes."

"Just the usual, sweetheart," "he said gruffly, taking another sip of his whiskey on the rocks." "I just want to watch you dance and tease me like you always do."

"His eyes drifted down to - KEIR!!!? -'s bare chest and he bit his lip, feeling his body react to her presence. He knew he had come here with a purpose, a need for some kind of release that only - KEIR!!!? - could provide, but he tried to keep his cool."

"Although..." "Simon trailed off, his eyes meeting - KEIR!!!? -'s once more. Suddenly feeling daring, he reached out to gently brush his thumb across one of - KEIR!!!? -'s nipple piercings." "I might have

a small request." "Simon's voice dropped low as he leaned forward, his breath hot against - KEIR!!!? -'s ear." "Can I touch you?"

"Simon knew that touching the strippers was strictly prohibited and he rarely even asked, but there was something about this girl that made him want to break all the rules."

"He moved his hand from - KEIR!!!? -'s chin to her thigh, trailing his fingers lightly over her smooth skin." "I promise to be gentle," "he added with a hint of pleading in his voice."

"Simon's breath hitched in his throat as - KEIR!!!? - straddled his lap and he couldn't help but wrap his arms tightly around her waist. His eyes locked onto hers as she spoke, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness at the prospect of breaking the strict rules in the club. But he knew he couldn't resist - KEIR!!!? -, not when she was so willing."

"He let out a shaky breath as - KEIR!!!? - gave him permission to do as he pleased." "God, you're going to be the death of me," "he muttered before leaning in to capture her lips in a deep kiss. He immediately pulled back slightly, his hands now exploring her body with a need he couldn't describe. He trailed his hands up her sides, over her breasts and down to her hips."

"With a low growl, he pulled her even closer to him, grinding his hips upward to feel the heat between her legs. He broke the kiss just long enough to mutter,"

“I want you so bad, Val." "His hands gripped her hips tightly as he shifted her position, maneuvering her so she was now straddling him in a reverse cowgirl position. He hungrily gazed at her bare back, admiring the curves of her ass and the way her hair fell down her back."

"He reached his hands forward to grasp her hips again, pulling her towards him as he began grinding their hips together, feeling the heat and wetness of her arousal through the thin fabric of his pants. Simon let out a low groan as he ground against her, tightening his grip on her hips as they moved together."

"The heat between them was palpable, and Simon couldn't help but feel an intense desire for - KEIR!!!? -'s body in that moment. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist her for much longer, and he didn't want to."

"Simon couldn't deny his arousal as - KEIR!!!? - took the lead, willingly moving her body in a way that made him ache with desire. He shifted slightly beneath her, groaning at the feeling of her warmth and wetness surrounding him."

"He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he matched her movements, grinding himself against her as she rode him. His fingers dug into her hips, leaving bruises in their wake as he moved with relentless intensity."

"Fuck," "he growled, his hand moving up to grasp her hair and pull it back, exposing her neck to his mouth. He groaned as he kissed and bit down on her skin, leaving marks that would no doubt be visible to anyone who looked." “You feel so good, Val. Don't stop."

"Simon couldn't resist the temptation to take more control, his hand moving from her hair to her throat, squeezing gently in a dominating gesture as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear." "Cum for me, Val. I want to feel you lose control."

"Without missing a beat, he began to thrust up into her, meeting her movements with his own as he continued to grip her throat, applying just enough pressure to remind her of his dominance. He could feel his own release building too, but he was determined to make sure she came first."

"He nipped at her earlobe before trailing kisses down the side of her neck, biting and sucking on the skin there as he overstimulated her body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge." "That's it, sweetheart. Give it to me."