Chapter 28
Kian
If my cock gets any harder, I’m pretty sure it’s going to split the zipper of my slacks.
Jesus Christ.
Ace is…
She’s everything.
And seeing her like this, trusting me, submitting to me, it’s a fucking gift. One I’m never going to take for granted.
“Does it hurt to kneel?” I ask quietly.
She shakes her head. “No. Not usually.”
“Stay right here.” I lean down and kiss her cheek, then go over to grab a pillow from the bed.
When I return behind her, I drop the pillow in front of her and hold out my hand for her. “Kneel for me. Knees spread.”
She stops breathing for a second before slowly sliding her fingers into my palm, then lowers herself to the soft cushioning. She watches herself in the mirror and I hope like hell she sees how fucking sexy she looks right now.
“What are you going to do if you start hurting, angel? Even if it’s just a little,” I ask while undressing quickly. I fold my clothes as neatly as I can manage, considering every bit of my blood has rushed to my dick.
“I’ll tell you. I promise.”
Giving her an approving smile, I wink at her. “Good girl.”
I go over to the nightstand for a bottle of lube then return, lowering to my knees behind her. Ace watches me, her nipples erect and practically begging for attention. Fuck, she’s so responsive to me.
Without being gentle, I grab her hips and lift them, lining myself up with her entrance. In one swift move, I band my arm around her stomach and thrust in, deep and hard.
She cries out, her head falling back against my chest again.
“Open your eyes, angel. I want you to watch every second of me fucking you,” I growl into her ear before I scrape my teeth against it then go lower, nipping at her shoulder as I thrust again. “I want you to see how you make me lose control. To watch how fucking sexy you are when you come.”
Keeping my arm around her where I want her, I use my other hand to play with her body like it’s my favorite instrument because it is.
“Look at us together, Ace. Me fucking you.”
Her mouth falls open, her eyes glassy as I fuck her, slow and deep, hitting her G-spot every single time.
“Daddy,” she cries out when I flick her clit with the next thrust.
“Does this look like two friends fucking, angel?” I ask as I bite down on her neck, my eyes turned up so I can still see her. “Do I look like I want to be your friend, sweetheart?”
“I’m sorry,” she breathes out then moans and grabs both my thighs, digging her bright pink nails into my flesh.
Bringing my mouth to her ear again, I slide my left hand to her neck so she can see her name on my skin while I fuck her faster, my voice low and threatening.
“If you ever refer to me as your friend again, you won’t sit for a week.
I don’t care if you tell people I’m your man, your boyfriend, your Daddy.
Hell, tell them I’m your husband if you want.
As long as I’m fucking you like you’re my everything, you’re mine. Are we clear, angel?”
Nodding, Ace cries out a yes, her pussy tightening around me. She’s so fucking close, but I’m not done with her yet.
I slow my strokes, and she whimpers, sagging against me. “Tell me you’re mine, angel. I want to hear it from those pretty pink lips.”
She meets my gaze in the reflection, her mouth open as I drive upward, grinding her hips against me.
“I’m yours,” she moans. “I’m all yours, Daddy.”
Those four words send a surge of immense pleasure through me, and I tighten my grip on her, so I can finally give her the relief she needs.
When I return my fingers to her clit and flick it in rhythm with my thrusts, her entire body tenses. Her nails cut into me deeper as she cries out, throwing her head back onto my shoulder while I pound into her tight little pussy.
“That’s my fucking girl. Come for me, baby.”
When she starts to tremble and pulse around me, I break apart, and my body follows, my climax shooting through me, the intensity of it catching me off guard. I grip her lush hips tightly and curse under my breath as my hot come shoots deep into her pussy.
“Fuuuck,” I grunt, then lean back to rest on my heels, pulling her with me, so she’s lifted onto my thighs, my cock still buried inside her warmth.
Ace pants and sags against me, neither of us speaking. When we finally catch our breath, I slowly lift her off me, then rise to my feet. Bending over, I scoop her up, carrying her bridal style into the bathroom.
“Vanilla or lavender salts?” I set her on her feet in front of the toilet, then go over to the tub and start the water.
“Um, Vanilla, please?” she asks quietly, watching me nervously, still standing.
“Sit, baby. Pee.”
Her cheeks instantly turn pink as her mouth opens with a soft gasp. “In front of you?”
Sitting on the edge of the tub, I smirk. “Fuck, yeah. Why not?”
I’ve never stayed in a bathroom with a woman before in my life, nor have I ever wanted to, but I suddenly want to be part of every single thing that Lacey Ricci does.