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The elevator rises to Johnny’s apartment, and the Ghost Rider is met with Roxanne as he opens the elevator doors.
“Welcome home darling.” She said as she was seemingly trying on a new dress. “Do you like this dress, Johnny?” Her dress was black, just like the leather he wore.
The burning skeleton approached her from behind as she looked into the mirror, his eternal flame turning blue as he rested his skull on her shoulder, his hands on her waist. He let out a low purr as he pressed his teeth on the crook of her neck, mimicking a kiss.
“You love it, don’t you?” She chuckled, one of her hands making its way to his chin to gently scratch it. He leaned into the touch, a content hum escaping him while his hands traveled lower to her hips.
They stayed like that for a while, before the slow sound of a zipper could be heard.
“Oh- Johnny!” She chuckled again as he undone the zipper on the back of her dress, and continued his kisses down to her shoulder blade. “…you naughty boy!~” She turned around to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. His flames were warm, but not enough to burn her. His skull tilted to the side as he slightly opened his jaw, giving her access to his hot mouth. Her tongue poked around inside, running along his teeth. Meanwhile one of his hands squeezed the soft swell of her ass.
“Do you wanna to take this to the bedroom?” She asked after the pulling away from the kiss, and he simply nodded as his fire turned back to its normal hue, blazing brightly. She let her black dress fall to her feet, revealing her naked body before leaving the dress behind as she walked to the bedroom. The Ghost Rider watched Roxanne for a while, whistling before following suit.
She laid down on the bed, watching him take off his leather jacket, unveiling his fiery skeletal torso. Then he took off his pants, his flamy orange dick hanging high while he crawled into bed towards her, stopping once he was between her legs.
He was wearing nothing but his spiky gloves.
He looked down at her, thinking for a moment before deciding to slide his two gloved fingers into her, his thumb pleasing her clit. “Johnny~” His pace was slow, but the way he curled his fingers inside her to search for her sweet spot was thrilling. A particularly loud moan from her was a signal that he had found it, so he sped up the rhythm, hitting that precious little spot in quick succession. “Oh Johnny~” Her walls clenched around his nimble fingers while her legs wrapped around his waist.
Her saying his name like this was heaven to him. His everlasting flame turned blue in adoration once more.
He eventually pulled his fingers out, the glove drenched in precum. He grabbed ahold of her wrists and lined up his now blue cock to her entrance. He carefully pushes it into her, her soft warmth stretching around his even warmer hardness.
She repeatedly whimpers his name as he gently thrusts into her entrance. “J-Johnny!~” His flames dangerously kindled, blue and orange fires mixing. Fuck, he almost wants to get loose and go wild. But he doesn’t, he doesn’t want to hurt her.
He keeps his pace steady, gazing lovingly at her blissed out face. He leans down and gently bites her neck, leaving marks just from the rising heat.
He tries his best to control himself as he comes closer to orgasm, loudly groaning when he finally releases, his flames flaring up as he rides out his high. She reached the peak as well, feeling the hot spring of cum filling her.
Once he finishes, his fire turns to smoke as he collapses onto the other side of the bed.
When Roxanne recovers, she moves to lay her head on his ribcage, savoring the smoldering warmth. “I love you, Johnny.”