Chapter 4: The Vice Admiral served.
The UNSC Sparta hummed around them, a colossal steel beast suspended in the endless black of space, its engines a distant, rhythmic growl that vibrated through the hull like a living thing. The room they occupied was a sanctuary of sorts—a small but luxurious enclave carved from the ship’s bowels, its walls lined with the polished metal of military-grade alloy and the soft glow of ambient lighting. Forge sat at the desk, his fingers moving with practiced precision across the keyboard, the glow of the screen casting long shadows across his face. The room was filled with the soft hum of the ship's engines, the distant murmur of voices over the comms, and the occasional clank of metal on metal from somewhere down the hall. The scent of ozone and the faint, lingering aroma of their earlier encounter hung in the air, a reminder of the passion that still simmered between them.
Coco lay on the bed, her body draped in the soft, plush sheets, her dark-brown hair splayed across the pillow. She watched him, her chocolate-brown eyes filled with a mix of contentment and curiosity.
The way his fingers moved over the keyboard was hypnotic, the way his jaw tightened with concentration as he reviewed reports, the way his broad shoulders shifted under the fitted muscle shirt. The scent of his skin, a mix of soap and something uniquely *him*—like warm metal and the faintest hint of gunpowde—lingered in the air, teasing her senses.
Coco's gaze drifted over his body, taking in the way his cargo pants hugged his thighs, the way his muscle shirt stretched across his back, the way his steel-gray hair and beard framed his face, softening the harsh angles of his jaw.
"Penny for your thoughts, Coco?" Forge's voice broke through her reverie, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Coco smirked, her eyes meeting his. "Just admiring the view, Soldier Boy. You know, making sure our tax dollars are being put to good use."
Forge chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Is that so?
And what exactly are you admiring?" Forge leaned back in his chair, his steel-gray eyes narrowing playfully as he watched her. The glow of the screen illuminated the sharp planes of his face, the faint scar running from his temple down to his jawline catching the light just right. His voice was a low, gravelly purr, thick with amusement and something darker, something that made her pulse quicken.
Coco bit her lower lip, her fingers tracing idle circles on the sheets beside her. "Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the way your muscles ripple under that shirt when you type.
Or how your beard scratches my skin when you lean in to kiss me." She let her voice trail off, watching the way his chest expanded with a slow, deliberate breath. The air between them thickened, charged with the unspoken promise of what came next.
Forge’s fingers stilled on the keyboard. The glow of the screen dimmed slightly as he turned his chair to face her, the metal legs scraping against the polished deck with a quiet *clink*. His steel-gray eyes locked onto hers, darkening with something that made her stomach clench. "You’re playing with fire, Coco."
She smirked, pushing herself up and sitting on the size of the bed with her legs spread open showing the white tank top barely covering her breasts and the denim shorts barely covering her ass. "Oh, Soldier Boy, I don’t think so. I’m just appreciating the view. And honestly, you’re the one who’s been looking at me like you want to devour me all day." She leaned forward, her fingers trailing along the edge of the desk, her eyes never leaving his. "Maybe I should take a page out of your book and fill out some reports of my own."
Forge’s gaze dropped to her cleavage, where the thin fabric of her tank top was stretched taut, the light pink tips of her nipples peeking through the see through top . He swallowed hard, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight. "Coco," he warned, his voice a low growl. "You're playing a dangerous game."
Coco smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I know. But you know what they say about all work and no play." She leaned back, her hands trailing up her thighs, before running two fingers the skin tight outline of her pussy lips. "I think it's time for a break, don't you, Soldier Boy?" She bit her lower lip, her eyes never leaving his, as she slowly rubbed the outline of her soaking wet cunt.
Forge's breath hitched, his steel-gray eyes darkening with desire as he watched her. He could see the wetness glistening on her fingers, could smell the sweet scent of her arousal filling the room. He knew he should focus on his work, but every fiber of his being was drawn to her, to the sight of her touching herself, to the sound of her soft moans.
"Coco," he growled, his voice a low warning. “I love you deeply and I want nothing more then to fuck you but I have work I must finish so please let me?” Forge pleds before returning to his work . Coco smiles at him and she knows he is telling the truth and she knows he is right so she stops touching herself and she lays back down on the bed and she watches him as he continues to work. She can see the tension in his body as he tries to focus on his work but she knows he is struggling to keep his mind on it. She can see the way his jaw clenches and unclenches and the way his fingers tighten around the mouse as he scrolls through the reports. She can see the way his cock is straining against his pants, a clear sign of his arousal.
The fabric is tight, the outline of his impressive length and girth pressing against the denim like a promise. Coco’s fingers trace the curve of her hip, her mind drifting to the way his hands would feel on her skin, rough and calloused from years of service, yet tender when he touched her just right. She imagines the way his fingers would grip her waist, how his beard would scratch against her sensitive skin as he pulled her closer.
The ship’s engines hummed in the background, a steady rhythm that seemed to sync with the pulse between her thighs.
Coco watched Forge, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he tried to focus on the reports. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tightened around the mouse as he scrolled through the documents. She knew he was struggling, that his mind was elsewhere, just like hers.
She let out a soft sigh, her fingers trailing up her stomach, her nails lightly scraping against her tight six pack abs as she smirks to herself and grabs a hair tie of hers from the bed and she ties her hair into a high ponytail that she called the perfect deep throating grip.
She could see the way his cock was straining against his pants, the fabric tight, the outline of his impressive length and girth pressing against the denim like a promise.
Coco's eyes flicked back to his face, taking in the way his jaw was clenched, the way his steel-gray eyes were focused on the screen, yet she could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tightened around the mouse. She knew he was trying to focus, but she also knew he was failing miserably. Coco chuckles to her as she slips of the bed and drops to her hands and knees , her ass high in the air, her white tank top riding up just enough to show her smooth, round cheeks. She wiggles her hips playfully, the denim shorts barely clinging to her body as she moves closer to the desk. "You know, Soldier Boy, I think I need to stretch my legs a little bit. Maybe you could help me out?" She glances over her shoulder at him, her chocolate-brown eyes sparkling with mischief.
Forge’s breath catches in his throat. His fingers freeze on the keyboard, his steel-gray eyes locked onto the sight before him.
The way her ass rises in that tight denim, the way her thighs flex as she kneels before him, the way the fabric of her tank top rides up just enough to reveal the smooth, golden curve of her lower back. The scent of her arousal—sweet, musky, intoxicating—fills the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of his own need.
Forge exhales sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening. He knows what she’s doing. She’s been watching him struggle, waiting for him to crack yet she knows he won’t be she can still have fun with him.
She wiggles her hips again, the denim shorts barely containing her thick thighs, the fabric clinging to the curve of her ass like a second skin. The sound of her breath hitching in her throat is music to his ears, the way her fingers dig into the desk as she leans forward, her back arched just enough to make the tank top ride up further, revealing the smooth, muscular pale skin of her lower back.
"Coco," Forge growls, his voice rough with restraint. "You’re going to get yourself in trouble."
She glances at him before crawling under the desk , her ass swaying with each movement. "Oh, I hope so. But don't worry, Soldier Boy, I won't get in the way of your precious reports."
Forge's jaw clenches, his grip tightening on the mouse. He can see her under the desk, her dark hair falling over her shoulders, her fingers tracing patterns on his thigh. He can feel the heat of her breath through the fabric of his pants, and it takes every ounce of his self-control not to push his chair back and pull her out from under there.
"Coco," he warns, his voice a low rumble.
She chuckles, her fingers trailing up his thigh, her nails lightly scraping against the denim. But isn't that what makes it fun?"
Forge's breath hitches as her fingers brush against his cock, feeling the hard length of him straining against his pants. He can't help but let out a low groan, his hips shifting slightly in response to her touch.
Coco smiles, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she looks up at him from under the desk. "You like that, Soldier Boy?"
Forge's jaw clenches, his fingers tightening around the mouse until his knuckles turn white.
He can feel the heat radiating from her, the scent of her arousal thick in the air as she teases him with the barest brush of her fingers against his thigh. His cock throbs painfully, pressing against the denim with desperate urgency.
"Coco," he growls, his voice strained, "stop this right now."
She smirks, her fingers trailing up his thigh again, this time her nails lightly scraping against the inside of his knee. "Oh, but Soldier Boy, I don't think so. You've been looking at me like you want to devour me all day. So maybe i should devour you.” Her voice was a sultry purr, low and teasing, her breath warm against his thigh as she leaned closer. The scent of her arousal filled the air, thick and intoxicating, making his breath catch in his throat. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his muscles tensed beneath his shirt as she teased him.
Forge’s fingers tightened on the mouse, his knuckles turning white. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her fingers traced patterns on his thigh, the way her breath was warm against his skin. He wanted to grab her, to pull her up and devour her right there, but he knew he couldn’t. Not yet.
Not until he'd finished what he'd started. He took a deep, steadying breath, his gaze locked onto the screen, his fingers moving with deliberate slowness as he clicked through the reports. He could feel her watching him, could practically hear the smirk on her lips as she waited for him to crack.
Coco, meanwhile, was enjoying the show. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched and unclenched as he tried to focus. She could see the way his cock strained against his pants, the outline of his impressive length and girth pressing against the denim like a promise as she grabs the zipper and pulls it down.
The sound of the zipper sliding through the fabric was like music to her ears, a low, rhythmic growl that sent a shiver down her spine. She moans loudly and nearly cums as his 19 in long and 8 and half in thick spear of steel hard fuck meat that is more of a trudgen of a cock slaps hard against her face . She can feel the heat radiating from him, the way his muscles tense as he tries to hold back. She can see the veins pulsing on his thick shaft, the way the head is already glistening with pre-cum.
"Fuck, Coco," Forge growls, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "You're playing with fire."
Coco smirks, her eyes locked onto his cock. But I like to live dangerously." She leans forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of pre-cum at the tip of his cock.
She moans at the salty, slightly sweet taste, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she looks back up at him. "Mmm, you taste good, Soldier Boy. I think I need a closer look for a girl needs her favorite protein shake.”
Forge's breath hitches, his fingers tightening around the armrests of his chair. "Coco," he warns, his voice strained.
Coco just smiles, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But where's the fun in playing it safe?" She leans in closer, her breath warm against the sensitive head of his cock.
Her tongue darts out again, swirling around the crown, tasting the saltiness of his arousal. The scent of her arousal mingles with the metallic tang of his pre-cum, creating a heady mixture that makes his head spin. Forge can feel his control slipping, the tension in his shoulders easing as she takes him deeper into her mouth.
"Coco," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "You're going to make me lose my focus."
She pulls back slightly, her eyes meeting his. “Please Soldier Boy we both know that is a lie I could be fucking any number of are drop dead gorgeous and sexy women we call friends and you would still be doing those reports before you can and make loose are minds from you cunt breaker of a cock so me sucking it won’t do a thing be make you happy.” Coco’s voice was a seductive whisper, her breath caressing the head of his cock as she pulled back just enough to tease him. Her tongue flicked out again, tracing the vein that pulsed along the underside of his shaft, and Forge let out a low, guttural groan.
The sound of his voice breaking like that sent a jolt of excitement through Coco. She loved the way he lost control when she touched him, the way his body betrayed his discipline. She knew he was struggling, but she also knew he wouldn’t stop her—not when she was this close to him, not when she was giving him exactly what he wanted.
Her lips sealed around the thick crown of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge before she took him deeper, her throat working around the girth. The sound of his breath hitching, the way his fingers clenched into fists at his sides, the way his hips twitched involuntarily—all of it was music to her ears.
Forge’s hands trembled as he fought to keep them still. He could feel the heat of her mouth, the way her lips stretched around him, the way her tongue traced patterns that made his vision blur. His cock throbbed, the veins pulsing with need, the head already slick with her saliva.
He could feel the heat of her breath, the way her tongue flicked out to taste him, the way her fingers traced patterns on his thigh. He knew he should stop her, should tell her to wait, but the words refused to come out. Instead, he let out a low groan, his hips shifting slightly, pushing himself deeper into her mouth.
Coco hummed in response, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Her fingers tightened around the base of his cock, her other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing around him, her eyes locked onto his as she swallowed him whole.
The sound of her throat working around his girth filled the room, a wet, rhythmic slurping that made his cock twitch even harder. Forge’s fingers dug into the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep his balance. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as she pulled back just enough to tease him before taking him in again.
"Fuck, Coco," he groaned, his voice strained. "You’re killing me."
She smirked around him, her lips glistening with his pre-cum. "Is that a complaint, Soldier Boy? Because I thought you liked it rough."
Forge’s jaw clenched. "I do.
I love it rough," Forge growled, his voice thick with restrained desire. His fingers flexed at his sides, the muscles in his arms straining against the fabric of his muscle shirt. The scent of her arousal, mixed with the musk of his own need, filled the air around them, thick and intoxicating.
Coco pulled back slightly, her lips glistening, her tongue flicking out to catch a bead of pre-cum that had escaped. She looked up at him, her chocolate-brown eyes dark with desire, her cheeks flushed with the heat of their shared passion.
The sight of her, kneeling beneath him with his cock buried deep in her throat, was almost his undoing. But he knew he couldn’t let himself go just yet. Not when there was still work to be done.
"Coco," he growled, his voice a low, guttural warning. "You’re driving me insane."
She pulled back, her lips glistening, her tongue flicking out to catch a bead of pre-cum that had escaped. "Good," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper.
"Because I *love* making you insane, Soldier Boy." Coco licked her lips, her tongue gliding over the faint taste of him still lingering there. She could feel the way his cock pulsed against her tongue, the way his hips twitched involuntarily as she teased him with shallow, deliberate strokes. "But tell me—do you like it when I *choke* on you?" Her words were a taunt, a challenge, her fingers tightening around his shaft just enough to make him groan.
Forge’s breath hitched. His steel-gray eyes darkened to storm clouds as he watched her, his grip on the desk edge white-knuckled.
She’d said the words like a dare—like she knew exactly how close she was to pushing him over the edge. And she was right. She always was.
Forge exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling with the effort of keeping himself in check. His fingers twitched, itching to grab her by the hair, to pull her up and fuck her against the desk so hard the reports on the screen would shatter. But he couldn’t.
Not when he’ is nearly done.
“Coco,” he growled, his voice rough with restraint.
His hands flexed at his sides, the veins in his forearms standing out like ropes beneath his skin. “You’re playing with fire. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I *burn*.”
She smirked, her lips still glistening with his pre-cum, her tongue darting out to lick the corner of her mouth in a slow, deliberate motion. “Oh, I’ve noticed, Soldier Boy. I’ve noticed *everything* about you.” Her fingers tightened around the base of his cock, her nails digging into the warm flesh just enough to make him hiss. “But I think you’re forgetting something.”
Forge’s breath caught.
The air between them was thick with tension, the kind that hummed with the promise of something explosive. Coco’s fingers tightened around his shaft, her grip firm but not cruel, just enough to remind him of her power. His cock throbbed in response, the veins pulsing beneath her touch, the head already slick with pre-cum. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her breath warmed his skin as she leaned in closer.
“What am I forgetting?” he asked, his voice low and rough, his eyes locked onto hers.
She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m your wife and we are a free use couple that mean I can do anything sexual to at any given time you can do the same so shut finishes your report so you can fuck me and tell them stop complaining I sucking your delicious cock.” Coco’s voice was a sultry whisper, her breath warm against the sensitive head of his cock as she pulled back just enough to tease him.
“I’m forgetting that you’re *mine*, Soldier Boy. And that means I get to decide when you come—and how.” Her fingers tightened around the base of his shaft, her thumb brushing over the sensitive underside of his cockhead, making him jerk in response. “But if you want me to stop…” She trailed off, her lips curling into a wicked smile, “you’ll have to finish those reports first.”
Forge’s jaw clenched so hard he could taste iron in the back of his throat. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap yet him does so. Coco smirks before going back to deep throating his cock as she starts to rub her pussy over the shorts pushing stitching into her pussy with her free hand. The sound of her wet pussy lips rubbing against the denim is loud and wet in the room. Forge can hear it and it makes his cock twitch in her mouth. He can feel her pussy rubbing against the fabric, the wetness of her arousal seeping through the denim, making it cling to her thighs. The sound of her pussy lips rubbing against the fabric is a wet, rhythmic slapping that mixes with the sound of her throat working around his cock.
Coco starts to find her rhythm, her hips moving in time with the bobbing of her head, her fingers working her clit in tight, quick circles. She can feel the tension building in her core, the heat in her belly growing with each passing second.
Forge's fingers dig into the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white as he fights to keep himself in check. He can feel the heat of her mouth, the way her tongue flicks against the underside of his cock, the way her fingers work his shaft in time with her own pleasure. The sight of her, lost in her own world, her eyes fluttering closed as she chases her own release, is almost enough to make him lose control.
But he won't. Not until he's finished what he started.
Forge's fingers fly over the keyboard, his eyes scanning the reports, his mind working overtime to keep up with the words on the screen. He can feel the tension in his shoulders, the way his muscles coil like a spring ready to snap, but he pushes through it, his focus unwavering.
Coco's moans grow louder, her fingers moving faster as she brings herself closer to the edge. The sound of her wet pussy rubbing against the denim, the scent of her arousal filling the air, it's all too much. But he won't stop. Not until he's done. Coco continues to deep throat him taken the entire length with long time practices turn to ease as she uses her other hand to play with her tits . Her fingers tweak and pinch her nipples through the thin fabric of her tank top, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her hips move in time with her mouth, her pussy rubbing against the denim, the friction building with each passing second.
Forge's breath comes in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he fights to keep his focus. He can feel the pressure building in his balls, the way his cock throbs with each beat of his heart. He's close, so close, but he won't let himself go. Not until he's finished.
Coco's fingers move faster, her hips grinding against the desk, her moans muffled by his cock.
The sound of her wet pussy lips rubbing against the denim is a wet, rhythmic slapping that fills the room, mixing with the wet, sucking noises of her mouth on his cock. The scent of her arousal is thick and intoxicating, filling the air around them.
Forge watches her, his eyes dark with desire, his jaw clenched in concentration. He can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles are coiled tight, ready to explode at any moment. His fingers move swiftly over the keyboard, his mind racing to keep up with the reports. He knows he should stop her, tell her to wait, but the sight of her, lost in pleasure, is too much to resist.
His cock throbs painfully in her mouth, his hips twitching involuntarily as she sucks him deeper, her throat working around his girth. The sound of her throat working around him is a wet, rhythmic slurping that fills the room, the scent of her arousal thick and intoxicating.
Forge’s fingers pause on the keyboard, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He looks down, his storm-gray eyes dark with desire. "Coco," he growls, his voice thick with restrained need. "You’re going to make me lose it."
She pulls back slightly, her lips glistening with his pre-cum, her eyes dark with challenge. "I know, Soldier Boy.
I know exactly what I'm doing," Coco whispers, her breath hot against the sensitive underside of his cock as she lets his cock rest in her face as her hands continue to play with her body. Coco continues to pepper the extremely sensitive underside of his cock with kisses. The tip of her tongue traces the vein that runs along the length of his shaft, sending a shudder through Forge. His fingers twitch on the keyboard, his mind racing between the reports and the way her mouth feels around him. The scent of her arousal is thick in the air, mingling with the musky scent of his own desire.
"Fuck," Forge hisses, his voice barely audible. "You're going to be the death of me."
Coco grins up at him, her lips still glistening with pre-cum. "Maybe I am, Soldier Boy. Maybe I am." She leans in closer, her breath warm against his skin. “But I just realized something. I should have put on that cocoa brown lipstick I have that you love me wearing for it matches the color of my eyes. So your cock would be smeared with it but a last I didn’t think to put it on so instead I’m going to leave so many hickeys on your cock.” Coco’s voice was a sultry whisper, her breath caressing the sensitive underside of his cock as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against the tip. Her fingers traced the vein that pulsed along his shaft, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. His fingers paused over the keyboard, the tension in his body coiled like a spring. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her breath warmed his skin. His cock throbbed painfully in her mouth, the veins pulsing beneath her touch.
"Coco," he growled, his voice low and rough. "You're going to get me in trouble."
She smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Her tongue darted out, tracing the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the tip of his cock. "Mmm, you taste good. I think I need a closer look."
Forge's breath hitched, his fingers tightening around the edge of the desk. "Coco," he warned, his voice strained.
She just smiled, her eyes never leaving his. "And you love it, Forge. You love it when I push you to the edge." Her fingers traced the length of his shaft, her thumb brushing over the sensitive underside, making him jerk in response.
"You know, I've been thinking," she said, her voice a low purr, her eyes locked onto his. "About how you've been working so hard all day. About how you've been so focused, so disciplined." Her tongue flicked out, tasting the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the tip of his cock. "I think you deserve a reward." "Coco," he growled, his voice thick with restrained desire. "Oh, I know, Soldier Boy. I know what exactly you need for we been on a deployment for two weeks and I know that seeming me in those skin tight pants that part of my huntress outfit and how the armor is perfectly sculpted to my tits had you feeling blue balled. And don’t get me started on those who where with us like spartan Olympia Vale who I’m shock fit her massive ass and hips in her armor for every time she bent over it look like her Mjolnir was going to split over her ass and she has the perfect cock sucking lips.” Coco’s voice was a low, teasing purr, her fingers tracing the thick vein running along the underside of his cock. The tip of her tongue darted out, swirling around the crown before she pulled back just enough to tease him. "But I think we should bring vale in one of these times and have her uses those pretty little lips to good use and be gagging on your cock while I get to eat her cunt. For I swear she was purposely bend over all the time for I have the outline of her pussy to memory for how tight her armor was on. And it looked like it needed to be eaten out plus when was the last time we had a threesome for im craving pussy again.” Coco’s voice was a sultry whisper, her lips brushing against the sensitive underside of Forge’s cock as she leaned forward, her breath warm against his skin. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, mingling with the musky scent of his own desire. Forge’s fingers paused over the keyboard, his mind racing with images of Vale’s tight little ass and the way her armor hugged her curves.
He could still picture the way her hips swayed when she walked, the way her armor seemed to cling to her like a second skin. His cock throbbed painfully in Coco’s mouth, the veins pulsing beneath her touch. The image of Vale’s lips wrapped around his cock, her throat working around his girth, was almost too much to bear yet he thinks back to the other women he and Coco had sex with from their extremely close friends Velvet, Nora, Pyrrha, Glynda Goodwitch to Winter Schnee and even Selene Khan. “Do you see the photos Glynda sent us, of her in her classroom , bent over her desk, with also those egg vibrations in her pussy and the plug in her ass?” Coco asked, her voice a low, sultry whisper, her fingers tracing the length of his shaft, making him twitch in response. “I can still hear her moans, remember? The way she begged for us to fuck her, to use her, to make her our little slut. For such a strict professor and headmistress she is a slut.” Coco’s voice was a low, teasing purr, her fingers tracing the thick vein running along the underside of his cock.
Forge could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her breath warmed his skin.
“You’re thinking too hard, Soldier Boy,” she murmured, her lips brushing against the sensitive underside of his cock. “Let me help you relax.”
Forge’s jaw clenched. “Coco—”
“No, no, no,” she interrupted, her voice a sultry whisper as she leaned forward, her lips grazing the tip of his cock. “You’re not getting off this easy. For ugk!” Forge doesn’t let her finish talking as he finally do with his paperwork as he grips her ponytail with one hand and uses it to force her fully down on his cock tell her noses is planted on his pelvis right above his cock.
He holds her there as he starts to fuck her mouth with long deep strokes as he groans in pleasure. Coco’s eyes water as she struggles to breath as she is completely filled by his massive cock. She can feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat and then going even deeper as he fucks her mouth. The sound of her choking and gagging fills the room as she tries to breath through her nose. Forge’s grip on her hair tightens as he uses it to control her movements as he fucks her mouth with long deep strokes. He can feel her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock as she tries to relax her throat and take him deeper.
The sound of her gagging is a wet, rhythmic slurping that fills the room, the scent of her arousal and his pre-cum thick and intoxicating. Forge’s fingers tighten around her ponytail, pulling her hair just enough to make her whimper, her eyes watering as she struggles to breathe through her nose.
"Fuck, Coco," he growls, his voice rough and strained. "You’re going to choke on me unless you stop playing with yourself for you are not allowed to cum yet you teasing and edging whore.” Forge’s voice was a low, guttural growl, his eyes dark with desire as he held Coco’s head in place, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. He could feel the way her throat worked around him, the way her tongue pressed against the sensitive underside of his cock. The sound of her choking and gagging was music to his ears, a symphony of pleasure that made his cock throb painfully in her mouth.
Coco’s eyes watered, her mascara running down her cheeks in dark streaks as she struggled to breathe.
The tip of his cock pressed against the bottom of her throat, the thick vein pulsing with every thrust. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles tensed with every deep, controlled stroke. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth was wet and obscene, the scent of their arousal thick in the air.Forge’s fingers tightened in her hair, pulling just enough to make her whimper. "You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?" he growled, his voice rough with desire.
His grip on her ponytail tightened, his fingers digging into the soft strands as he forced her to take him deeper. "You’re a fucking *tease*," he snarled, his hips jerking forward with a controlled brutality that made her throat flutter around his cock. "And I’m going to fucking *punish* you for it."
Coco’s breath came in ragged gasps through her nose, her eyes watering as she struggled to keep up. The head of his cock pressed against the bottom of her throat, the thick vein throbbing against her tongue as he bottomed out and slapping of his balls against her chin . She could feel the heat of his body, the way his muscles tensed with every deep, controlled thrust. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth was wet and obscene, the scent of their arousal thick in the air.
"Fuck, Coco," he growled, his voice rough and strained. "You’re going to make me come if you keep that up."
She whimpered around his cock, her fingers digging into his thighs for support. She could feel the tension building in his body, the way his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap.
His grip on her ponytail tightened, pulling her head back just enough to expose the sensitive underside of his cock. The sound of her gagging filled the room, a wet, rhythmic slurping that mixed so well with her mascara starting to run at the constant of her eyes.
Forge’s cock throbbed inside her mouth, the veins pulsing with every deep thrust. Coco moans around his cock knowing if she was wearing a choker it would have been snap by his cock deep throating in her mouth . She can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles coil like a spring ready to snap. His grip on her hair tightens, pulling her head back just enough to expose the sensitive underside of his cock. The sound of her gagging fills the room, a wet, rhythmic slurping that mixes with the sound of her own wet pussy rubbing against the denim of her shorts. The scent of their arousal is thick in the air, a heady mix of musk and sweat that makes her head spin.
Coco’s throat burns as Forge’s cock slams into it, the thick vein pulsing against her tongue with every brutal thrust. She can feel the way his hips press against her face, the rough stubble of his beard scraping against her cheek as he groans, his voice low and guttural.
*"Fuck—Coco—you’re gonna be the death of me."*
His fingers dig into her ponytail, pulling just enough to make her gasp around his cock. The sound of her throat working around him is obscene, wet and sloppy, the way her lips stretch around his girth making his hips jerk forward with a newfound urgency.
Forge's grip on her hair tightens, his fingers tangling in the dark strands as he holds her in place, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that has him slamming into the back of her throat with each thrust.
"Fuck, Coco," he grunts, his voice strained. "You feel so fucking good. I could fuck your mouth all day."
Coco moans around his cock, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Her fingers dig into his thighs, her nails leaving half-moon indents in his skin as she struggles to keep up with his pace. Her eyes water, her mascara running down her cheeks in dark streaks as she chokes and gags around his length and the heavy slapping of her ball on her chin with each thrust.
The sound is wet, obscene, filling the room with a rhythm that echoes off the tinted porthole and the sterile grey walls of the flag quarters. Forge watches her, his storm-gray eyes half-lidded with pleasure, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple and into his steel-grey beard.
"That's it," he breathes, his voice a ragged whisper. "Take it. Take all of it."
He can feel her throat contract around him, a desperate, convulsive movement that sends a jolt of pure electricity up his spine. With a single hard thrust he hilts his entire length in her mouth and throat keeping her nose pressed against his pelvis as his free hand moves to her tits , cupping her breast through the tight fabric of her tank top. He can feel her nipple, hard and pebbled, pressing against the thin material.
He holds her there for a long moment. Then, with a wicked smirk, he pulls out completely, a glistening trail of saliva and pre-cum connecting her lips to the head of his cock. Coco gasps for air, her chest heaving, her eyes wet and her mascara thoroughly ruined. She looks up at him, defiance and raw need warring in her gaze yet he rips her tank top off causing her tits smack hard against each other as she cries out in shock at the sudden motion. The sound of them slapping together is a sharp, wet clap that echoes in the silence of the room.
"Bastard," she hisses, but her breath hitches as his thumb finds her nipple, rubbing the hardened peak through the sheen of sweat that now glistens on her skin. Coco's breath catches, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as Forge's hands cup her breasts, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate circle around her nipple.
"Bastard? That's rich, coming from you," Forge murmurs, a dark grin spreading across his face.
His calloused thumb continues its slow, torturous circuit around her areola, never quite touching the peak. "You're the one who crawled under my desk."
Coco's chest heaves, her nipples pebbled and aching for contact. She feels a fresh pulse of wetness soak the gusset of her cut-off shorts, a warm trickle tracing a path down her inner thigh. Her eyes, still wet with mascara, lock onto his.
"I crawled under there to suck your cock," she retorts, her voice breathless but sharp as a blade. "But you got greedy, Soldier Boy."
Forge tightens his grip on her breast, the pressure making her wince.
"Greedy? You spent the last hour rubbing your cunt against this desk like a cat in heat. You thought I wouldn't notice?"
The accusation hangs in the air, his rough fingers finally rewarding her nipple with a pinch that makes her arch her back, her hands glued to the armrests of the chair. "I was *hoping* you'd notice," she admits, her voice a sultry rasp. "Hence the missing underwear."
He releases her breast, his hand moving to her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "You're a menace to my command structure."
"I'm your wife," she corrects, leaning into his touch.
"Menace is just part of the job description. Pluss being your non official super sexy and who dresses like a slut secretary when ever I feel it.” Coco’s voice was a low, sultry whisper, her fingers tracing the thick vein running along the underside of his cock. “I know you love it when I dress like this for you. When I bend over and give you a good view of my ass and pussy. When I wear these tiny little shorts that barely cover anything and this tight tank top that shows off my tits. I know you love it when I tease you, when I push you to the edge. And I know you love it when I talk dirty to you, when I tell you exactly what I want to do to you. So, what do you say, Soldier Boy?” Coco’s voice was a low, teasing purr, her eyes locked onto his. “Are you going to punish me for being such a bad girl? Or are you going to let me off easy?” Her tongue darted out, tracing the seam of her lips, her eyes never leaving his.
Forge’s grip on her chin tightened, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. “Punish you?” he echoed, his voice a low growl. “Oh, I’m going to punish you, all right. But first, I think it’s only fair that you return the favor.”
Coco’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, really?
And what exactly do you have in mind, Admiral?” Coco purred, her voice dripping with mock innocence as she wiggled her hips slightly, causing her ass to press against the edge of the desk. The denim of her shorts was slick with her arousal, the outline of her pussy glistening through the fabric soaked fabric leaving a perfect outline.
Forge only smirks as he grabs her ponytail again and yanks her up slightly tell her tits clap around his cock as her tits settled around his cock and Coco fully understands what he wants as she grabs her tits and squeeze them against his cock as she starts to move her tits up and down his cock. The sensation of her tits sliding up and down his cock is incredible, the friction of her skin against his sensitive flesh making him groan. He can feel the heat of her body, the way her tits press against him, the softness of her skin against his hardness. The sight of her tits sliding up and down his cock is incredibly erotic, the way her nipples brush against his skin, the way her hands squeeze and knead her flesh.
"Fuck, Coco," he groans, his fingers tightening in her hair. "That feels so fucking good."
Coco grins up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You like that, huh? You like the way my tits feel on your cock?" Coco's voice was a low, teasing purr, her hands still moving up and down the length of his shaft, her tits sliding against his skin with each pass.
Forge's breath hitched, his storm-gray eyes darkening with desire. "You're killing me," he growled, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her closer so that her tits were pressed tightly against his cock. "You're supposed to be the one getting punished. So you will tell me about Civilian Mechanic contractor your been flirty with no doubt already broken making her into a fuck toy for us. The Vacuo one what her name again?”
Coco continues to give him a tit job she say, “Panam Palmer is who your thinking of. And let me tell you a tough bitch to crack. But well I work my charm and the dark skin beauty with her thick thighs and massive ass and those big tits that are always on display in her low cut tops and short shorts was putty in my hands. She was a mechanic for the UNSC and I was her new commanding officer. She was a tough nut to crack but I knew l