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And yet as soon as Ace touches me, I melt for him.
He eats my pussy like it’s his favorite meal, and I thrash against the belt around my wrists, desperate to thread my fingers through his hair and hold him against me.
“Ace,” I moan. “Please.”
“You taste so fucking good, Mia,” he groans against me. “I might just spend the whole day right here, bringing you right to the edge without letting you fall over it. Perhaps that will stop you from running from me in the future,” he muses.
He bands one arm over my stomach while the other creeps up my thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Ace focuses his tongue on my clit, circling the tight bud of nerves while he probes my entrance with his free hand, and I can’t help but writhe beneath him.
Jesus. I need more. I need it all.
I need him.
He pushes one finger into my tight channel, and if it weren’t for his arm across my middle, my hips would come clear off the bed.
A chuckle vibrates over my clit, only exasperating my pleasure. “So receptive to me, sugar.”
“I need more, please, Ace. Please don’t make me wait,” I plead. The words roll off my tongue so naturally, and I try not to overthink the gravity of this moment and the one we shared just a couple of hours ago.
It should feel wrong to enjoy this—to enjoy any pleasure a man gives me after everything I’ve been through, and how orgasms were used against me—but nothing has ever felt so right.
His eyes flash with a fresh wave of fire as he smirks against my pussy. “Fuck, I love it when you beg for me, sugar.”
He doubles his efforts, his fingers massaging my G-spot in focused passes and his mouth alternating between drawing gentle circles over my clit with his tongue and sucking the tight bundle of nerves within an inch of its life.
My pleasure rushes toward me, and I choke on my own breath as I prepare myself for it. This man’s mouth is sin.
“Please, Ace,” I cry out. I’m so close to the edge, I know I won’t be able to hold it for much longer.
“Just a little longer, Mia.”
I push my head back into the pillows as my body teeters at the edge, threatening to tumble over without the permission I need. I don’t want to disappoint Ace. He’s given me so much, and I’ve already made him so angry today. I need to hold it.
His fingers and mouth disappear from my pussy, and a strangled moan escapes my throat a moment before his rough hand slaps down on my oversensitive clit.
“What the fuck?” I cry.
“Eyes on me, Mia,” he reminds me, and I immediately lock my gaze to his. “Your rules are there for a reason, and I expect you to follow them.”
I nod against the pillows and hold his eyes, ensuring not to move my gaze from his as he lowers his mouth back to my pussy. He slips his fingers back inside me, filling me so completely as he massages my G-spot with gentle strokes.
“You can come when you need to, sugar.”
The words are a beacon for my release, and it’s only a few seconds before his ministrations drag me over the edge. Pleasure washes over me in waves I can barely wade through, but I keep my eyes on him through every single second, not risking him stopping if I drop his gaze.
He drags every ounce of release from me, gently lapping at my pussy to not overwhelm my oversensitive skin.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
He kisses up my body, paying close attention to the scars on his way up. He stops at each breast and sucks my nipples into his mouth, kissing and licking the tight buds before biting into them softly and then soothing the sting away with his sinful tongue.
By the time he makes it back up to me, his body pressing mine into the mattress and his lips just a breath from mine, I’m panting, needing more. I always need more when it comes to Ace.
I lift my head and capture his lips, groaning at the taste of myself on him.
He doesn’t hesitate, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue demands entry, and I open to him, giving him everything I have left to give. It may not be much. It may not be what I promised him all those years ago, but even if it’s for a short time, I’ll give him everything.
The hard ridge of his cock presses through his sweatpants, and I can’t help but grind against him, desperate to give him the same pleasure he just gave me.
