“Did you forgot, who you belong to?”, Ghost growls and picks up his pace, his hips hitting against yours. He keeps his punishing pace, your bed hitting the wall with every stroke. Panting, your roll your eyes on the back of your head, soft pleas are leaving your lips. “Eyes on me”, he moans, gripping your jaw with his big hand, making you look at him. “You” Thust “Belong” Thrust “To me”, he thrusts even harder.