Chapter 18
Oh. My. God.
I’ve been hit by a train.
No. The train hasn’t hit me yet. But it’s coming and I’ve never been excited about being destroyed, but now I know.
I know!
Ace lumbers up and over me, that engorged shaft bumping my clit as he does. We both make a sound—mine startled, his pained.
“Will you fit?” I blurt like an idiot. A virgin idiot.
He grins slowly, the devil dancing in his eyes. “All the way.”
Gulp.
Ace does something that shocks me. He slides his arm under me and picks me up. Like I weigh nothing.
The man moves me up the bed and centers us on the big king mattress.
“You picked me up.”
“I’m gonna bend you up like a pretzel too. Now be a good girl and get my jeans down.”
I can’t stop myself from gaping at him.
“Are you really?”
He clenches my ass cheek in one fist, gripping hand. “Do you think I’m joking?”
“No. No I don’t,” I stammer, nearly delirious.
He makes a satisfied sound as he balances on his elbow, letting me work his jeans down his beefy thighs, finally exposing him completely.
There’s a forest of rough, manly hair on his legs and it makes my whole body goosebump to touch it.
Lord, that’s going to feel good against me.
He catches my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes up. For a second, I wonder what he’s about to say.
Then he groans, his gaze filling with frustration. “Bad news. I don’t have any condoms.”
Oh. I let out a held breath. “I’m on the pill. My hormones were a mess.”
“Thank fuck,” he murmurs as his eyes drift closed. When they open there’s pure fire in the way he’s looking down at me. “I want you bare, but you need to say, yes.”
Oh heavens.
A thrill races through me. All logic vanishes. I should be worried about him sleeping with women like that girl in the hall, but I’m too far gone.
This train has left the station and I’m not stopping until I get my ride.
“I want it all,” I tell him, barely able to catch my breath.
Ace shifts, lowers himself as he looks into my eyes. For a single beat, I panic because this is it. No going back. I’m sleeping with an outlaw biker.
He whispers my name, “Vera. I’ve got you. You’re mine now.”
I have no idea where the tears come from but they rush forward, stinging my throat and my eyes.
He makes a choked sound. “Baby…”
“I’m okay.”
Ace rasps, “Are you sure?”
I nod and he kisses my forehead and in that rough sexy tone he says, “I’m about to make you forget everything.”
“Good. I need it.”
He inches forward, pressing the hot, wide tip of his cock against my opening and smooth as butter, he slips inside. He got me ready.
And he’s inside, not too far, but enough to stretch me in the most wonderful way.
“Oh fuck,” he rumbles slowly as if the words are dragging from the deepest part of him.
I lock my arms around his big, beefy shoulders, my feet locking around his king-sized thighs, and he thrusts. Once. Twice.
“This is gonna hurt,” Ace says thickly against my ear. “I’ll make it worth it.”
Eeep.
He’s at my hymen and his body is vibrating with tension as he tilts my hips up with his hand. Without hesitation he does it. He punches through my barrier as he roars into my hair.
The pain is bright. It’s hot, and gone in an instant.
It’s done.
A huge sense of relief washes over me. I feel high, not that I’ve ever been high.
But I’m on some other plane now. A keening sound comes out of me on his next stroke, but Ace doesn’t stop, he drives in and in, until my body complies and takes him all the way to the base where his pelvis locks against mine.
“You hot little fuck toy,” he rasps as he pants against my ear.
His words are like a velvet spear.
My heart splits open and I latch my arms around him tighter, trembling as he takes me.
Ace doesn’t go slowly. Not at all gently.
The big bear of a man fucks me hard, folding my legs up as he grips the headboard.
He stares down at me as he plows into me over and over again. The stony fa?ade is gone.
The dark fire in his eyes is wild. Possessive. The whole time his mouth is turned up in a wicked grin.
“Look at you taking your pounding,” he praises.
I bounce wildly, my tits crashing every which way until he grips one in his monstrous hand.
That does something to him too. His cock throbs inside me. The feel of that beast inside of me, pulsing makes me orgasm. Shockingly fast. A force slams into me, blindingly acute and I bite him.
Actually bite his arm.
“Ahhh, fuck,” he rumbles. Like my bite has flipped a switch, Ace grips the headboard with both hands and pounds me until I’m bent in the crook where the wood meets the bed.
Somehow I knock the lamp off with my foot. It crashes violently to the floor.
Ace never stops. But he does pull out and flip me over fast enough to make my head spin.
His gigantic palm spreads across my middle back as he pushes me down. “Face down. Ass up.”
“Anything you want,” I whimper.
With a guttural sound, the monstrous biker wraps an arm around me, jerking me back, spearing me with that heavy cock. And I start babbling his name like a drunk woman.
When he fists my hair and tilts my head back, he growls against my ear. “Take all my cock from behind like a good girl.”
The bed is a battering ram against the wall. I’m screaming. Or maybe it’s in my head. All I know is that I’ve hit some kind of bliss-state and there’s no line between where he ends and where I begin.
“That’s it,” he grunts.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but I widen my thighs and I fist the bedding, and I let the sounds that want to come out of me rush out. A river of moans and praise.
Until Ace slaps my ass. Three hard times. That’s when the real orgasm comes. The daddy of them all.
And he follows me, hand in my hair, gripping my ass, shouting loud enough to rattle the rafters as he fills me with hot come.
Oh my god.
My heart is pounding. There’s a new ringing in my ears, I’ve never heard before.
Thick, warm liquid seeps out around his base. I’m tingling all over.
He destroyed me. I love it so much.
With a rough sound, Ace lowers himself onto me, giving me all of his weight.
I’m mashed under him on the bed when I start laughing.
He chuckles back. It’s a warm, rich sound that vibrates from his chest into my spine, and right into my heart.
“That was fun,” I say, still catching my breath.
He does that magic thing he does and flips me over, cuddling me against his big, damp, heaving chest. I curl into him with a satisfied smile I’ve never worn before.
He’s quiet for a few minutes, then he sifts his fingers through my hair and speaks in a husky, intimate voice. “I’ve been called a lot of things by a lot of people. Nobody has ever once called me fun.”
“Well, it’s a day of firsts,” I say, smiling.