My moans are muffled by his fingers.
“So fuckin’ tight. Fuck,” he hisses.
I bite down on his fingers as he thrusts all the way in, hard.
“Oh, Goldie,” he moans.
He replaces his fingers with his mouth, and then his tongue. His hand wraps around my throat, hitting that point that makes my head fuzzy.
Waves of pleasure crash over me, like nothing I’ve experienced before.
“More!” I whimper.
He pulls back, flips me onto all fours. Sweat drips on my forehead as I’m smothered into the pillows.
His hand is pressed between my shoulder blades as he thrusts back inside me.
“This what you want? Huh?”
“Yes!” I scream.
His hand cracks down on my ass, and my breath catches.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “I ain’t gonna last. Such a good girl, squeezin’ my cock like this.”
My whole body ignites, from my toes to my head.
“Ace!” I gasp.
His hand slides up the back of my head, and he grabs my hair by the scalp, pulling my head up.
“There she is. My girl.”
Every time his piercings rub against me, it sends another shock through me.
“Give it to me, Harper. All of you. Come for me, baby girl,” he orders.
And I do. And he doesn’t let up. Reaching his own release inside me. Grunting my name like a damn prayer.
When he pulls out, he flips my spent body, so I’m on my back, my arms flop above my head, and I blow my hair out of my face.
“Well, good mornin’,” I tease.
He smiles, running his hands along my side, which makes me giggle. I’m so sensitive.
“See, lasted longer that time,” he says with a wink.
He bends down, hovering over me. I slide my hands around his neck.
“I don’t care how long, Ace. Whatever you do, it makes me come so fast, it doesn’t matter.”
I glide my nails over his chest, over his rock-hard abs, and stop on the sunshine tattoo on his hip.
“Sunshine. Goldie. Same thing. You’re the light in my life, baby.”
I blush so hard. This man has two tattoos for me, which he got while we weren’t even together. That speaks volumes.
“Should I get an Ace tattoo?” I ask, biting my lip.
