Chapter 6 Ace
Ace
Massage it?
Shit.
“No, I’m fine. It surprised me.”
And nearly made me vomit when the pain shot through me as he pulled me up so quickly. I did way too much at work today. Add in going dancing tonight and now kneeling, and I’m going to be icing my leg all day tomorrow. But that doesn’t matter right now.
I turn and slide my hands up his naked, tattooed chest and wish I had the confidence to turn on some lights so I can trace each line with my tongue.
As badly as I want to see him, I don’t want him to get a good look at me.
Even before my accident, I wasn’t confident about being naked in front of a man, but now, with thirty added pounds and too many scars to count, there’s no way I’m going to ask for more light.
He kneels on the bed, his thick cock bobbing between us.
Damn, he’s so big.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask, suddenly aware that I don’t have any protection.
I hadn’t planned on hooking up with anyone tonight. I just wanted to dance. This is a bonus. A very nice one, indeed. But it’s not happening without protection.
“Yeah, baby. I have one. Daddy’s got you. Just relax and let me have my taste of you.” Then he trails down my body, pressing kisses to my skin as he goes. His beard scratches my nipples, sending a shot of electricity right down to my core.
Everything is amplified. Every sound and every touch. I haven’t even had a drink tonight, yet I’m buzzing.
The way his beard tickles and then scrapes is a delicate tease, and I tremble.
His broad shoulders force my knees apart to make room for him, and even though it’s dim in here, I feel more exposed than ever.
He tucks his arms under my thighs and lifts them, pushing wider so my ass is off the mattress.
Then he dips his head and swipes his tongue all the way from my clit to my asshole.
I jerk in surprise at the sensation, my entire body tensing.
Oh my God.
He licked my ass.
“Relax, baby girl. Let me taste all of you. Be a good girl for Daddy and breathe.” His mouth vibrates against my clit as he speaks. When he’s done, he puts his lips around it and starts to suck, sending waves of euphoria through me in rapid shocks.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmur, letting my head fall against the mattress.
He chuckles and then does another swipe from clit to ass, pausing briefly at my asshole to run his tongue around the tight ring. I want to pull away. To tense up. But even more than that, I want to be his good girl because, even though this feels so wrong, it feels amazing.
“Fucking love how you taste, angel,” he mutters as he runs his teeth against the delicate skin over my clit, scraping with just enough pressure to make it pleasurable.
Then, out of nowhere, he rolls me onto my stomach and grabs my hips, pulling my ass up before burying his face between my legs.
I suck in a breath as my vision goes fuzzy, pain radiating through me from the sudden movement.
Thankfully, he can’t see my face as I squeeze my eyes shut while the burning sensation slowly fades, and I’m distracted again by his tongue.
Pressure builds, but every time I get close to the edge, and my moans become louder, he slows down, pulling me back. It’s a sweet game of torture.
He pulls his face away from my pussy and replaces it with a finger, rubbing circles over the delicate nub. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says on an exhale. A second later, he pulls away, and I hear foil ripping.
“So beautiful and tonight, you’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?” he asks.
Nodding, I close my eyes and brace myself as he lines the head of his cock up to my pussy, nudging in slowly. I shiver and arch more for him, his cock stretching me so wide.
Oh my God.
He’s so big.
“Fuck,” he mutters quietly as he pushes in, inch by inch, giving me time to get used to his size. “Jesus, Ace. You’re so fucking tight.”
Reaching between us, he swipes his thumb over my clit, and I jolt, moaning as pleasure rushes through me.
My leg burns, but I breathe through it, not wanting to ruin this moment. As I let out a half-moan, half-whimper, he groans and digs the tips of his fingers into my flesh.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m trying not to go too fast. Close your eyes and feel me touch your swollen little clit.”
Doing as he says, I let my lids flutter shut as I let air flow from my lungs while I grip the crisp white comforter beneath me. He strokes my clit a few times, spreading my arousal over the sensitive spot.
“You’re dripping down my cock like such a good girl,” he says while he pushes a little more of his shaft in. “Fucking Christ.”
His praise sends a ripple through me, and my entire body relaxes. As if he feels it, he thrusts the rest of the way in and stops, his hips resting against my ass.
I startle when he takes a hand off my hip, then gently slides the palm of his hand from the top of my ass all the way along my spine.
“Are you okay, Ace?” he asks, stroking my back again.
A thick lump slides into my throat, and I have to swallow before I squeak out, “Yeah. I’m good.”
Why is he being tender right now? I didn’t expect this.
I expected a man like him to rail the fuck out of me until I can’t walk straight.
That’s what I thought I was signing up for when I agreed to come up with this intimidating, tattooed, powerful-looking man.
So this soft side is catching me off guard. I don’t like it.
Actually, I do. And that’s a problem. This is supposed to be fun.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out.
He slaps his palm on my ass, the sound echoing in the room. “You don’t tell me what to do, baby girl. If you want something, you ask Daddy nicely.”
Oh, God.
Why do I love the way he talks to me like that?
“Please fuck me, Daddy,” I whisper while I try to move my pelvis to get some friction. His hand, still on my hip, tightens, holding me firmly as he spanks my ass again.
“You’re still not asking,” he says, his voice calm, like this isn’t bothering him one bit. He soothes his palm over the blooming sting and then smacks it again. “Ask Daddy for what you want.”
Letting out a soft breath, I close my eyes, glad he’s not forcing any kind of eye contact right now. “Will you pretty please fuck me, Daddy?”
As soon as I say the words, he leans over me and presses a kiss to my neck, just below my ear. “Such a nice way of asking. Your wish is my command, angel.”
Then he rises to his full height and yanks my hips back hard before pulling all the way out and thrusting in.
I scream, my body trembling as the sting on my ass and the full feeling of his cock stretching me is almost too much, but at the same time, I want more. So much more.
“That’s my girl,” he grits out. “I want to hear you, angel. Everything. Don’t hold back.”
He slides a hand up my spine again, threading his fingers into my hair before he tightens it into a fist and tugs.
“Ohhh,” I moan and grind my hips against him as he drives in, over and over, our movements meeting each other in perfect rhythm.
Using his grip on my hair, he tugs my head up slightly and turns it so I’m looking toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. Even though we’re on the top floor, The Strip’s lights still shine in through the sheer black curtains.
“Look out there at all those casino lights. There are tens of thousands of people out there somewhere along The Strip right now. What were the chances that you and I would choose each other tonight, angel? Are you my lucky girl? Because it sure as fuck feels like you are.”
I blink, my eyes burning as I stare out at the city below, buzzing with so many people.
Leaning down, he thrusts into me, deeper this time. “I don’t believe in miracles, angel, but it feels like you might be one.”
Then he smooths his hand over underneath my soft stomach and between my legs, stroking my clit while he thrusts harder and deeper each time.
My cries get louder as he pumps into me, stretching me beyond what I thought possible.
“Do you want to come for me?” he asks.
So. Fucking. Bad.
I’m there.
Right. There.
Nodding, I let out a weak sob. “Oh my God, please. Yes.”
As if this is funny, he chuckles and tightens his grip on my hair. “You need Daddy’s permission, don’t you?”
Do I? Is that what’s holding me back?
“Yes,” I whimper.
Shifting, he puts one knee on the bed and then reaches between my thighs and pushes them farther apart, making me even more exposed. My swollen clit aches, and when his fingers return to it, I cry out and swivel my hips to grind against him.
“Come for me, angel. Come all over my cock,” he murmurs into my ear before he starts pounding into me, hard and fast, while flicking my clit with his strong fingers, bouncing me off him like I weigh nothing.
As soon as his words register, I explode, screaming while he tells me what a good girl I am as he keeps fucking me.
Every part of me shakes, and the only thing still holding me up is him. Over and over, I cry out, moaning and whimpering, waves of ecstasy crashing through me.
When they start to subside, I go quiet, my body mostly limp. He slows his movements but continues to fuck me softly, his cock still hard. He didn’t come.
I stay motionless for several minutes, both of us silent. He runs his thumbs up and down my spine while, at the same time, his other fingers stroke my ribcage.
“Close your eyes and relax, angel,” he says quietly before he slowly pulls free from me and makes his way to the bathroom. “I’ll be back in a minute.”