ACE:Las Vegas Bad Boys(43)
Words she doesn't even need to say.
Words we both seem to know.
So I press two fingers into her moist opening. I watch as her eyes roll back, as groans escape her. I love pressing my hand into her warmth, and I want to make this girl squirt. I know I can.
She has years’ worth of pent up emotions. I just need to help open her floodgates.
“Oh, Ace, it's too much.”
“You're so close, baby,” I tell her, adding a third finger, hitting her deep inside. Sure her clit is screaming in pleasure, and my other hand rubs the top of her pussy, round and round and round I go until she is writhing in desire.
Her come starts pouring over my hand, and I grin like a motherfucking fool. She loves me in her, and I love it, too.
“You are just going everywhere,” I tell her. “You needed this.”
“Yeah, I did.” She covers her mouth as a belly laugh escapes. “Ohmigod, that was amazing.”
“Honey, what's the rush? You're not done.”
“I'm not?”
“No way.” I add a fourth finger, thrusting in and out so hard and fast that her come is shooting everywhere, all over me, across my bare chest. Her juicy pussy is swelling and alive. Her ass is in the air, her moaning overcome in pure delirium.
And I fucking love it.
“Let me suck you off,” she says, her eyes filled with lust.
“You don't have to ask me twice.”
I pull my fingers from her dripping opening and slap her ass as she crawls toward me.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” she demands.
“No dice. Sorry, Emmy. I'm still the Boss-man.”
“Okay,” she says, smiling. “What does the Boss want?”
“I want to lie down on this bed of yours, and I want your ass on my face and your mouth around my cock.”
“Demanding much?”
“You know you want it.” I look down at my growing rod. She licks her lips hungrily.
“Oh, yeah I do, Boss-man.”
She straddles me backwards, her round, perfect ass in my hands, her swollen pussy over my mouth.
I know that she needs tender kisses down there right now, and it's a good thing, because as I grab her ass, both hands holding her round cheeks, I can't concentrate on much besides soft licks and flicking her still-enlarged clit with my tongue.
This woman can blow like no other woman, ever. She is taking me deep in her throat, massaging my balls—then popping my cock out all together, as she fills her mouth with balls.
She swirls them in her mouth, running her hands over my inner thighs, and she bounces up and down, her pussy moving in delight as I tongue her deeply.
“Oh, Emmy,” I moan, not wanting to come so fast, but also wanting to fully experience getting off with her like this.
“You're ready, bad boy,” she says. “And I like to swallow,” she moans, as she turns to face me, “but I really loved it when you came on my tits. Do it again, and then let me lick all of it off myself.”
“Maybe I’ll change my mind. Maybe you can always be in charge.”
Her perfect body rests on her heels, her tits full and ripe before me. She runs her hand over her tits, down to her pussy. She dips a finger into her folds and I think she's gonna put the finger in my mouth, but then she slips it into her own, moaning as she sucks her juice off good and clean.
I scoot up on the headboard, wanting to pump my seed all over her nice and good. She greedily takes my cock in her hands and begins massaging me as the pressure mounts.
“Oh, baby,” I say, spilling my come all over her perfect bouncing tits. I spray my come on the tops of her breasts, her skin glistening with me.
“Ace,” she groans, lifting her tits to her mouth. She licks them, cleaning the come off herself. Her tits are so big and perfect she can reach the creamy goodness she was begging for.
She lets out another laugh, a perfect, fucked-good laugh. A laugh that covers all the pain. All the shadows she carried this morning. All the vengeance and anger and fear.
That's all been washed away. We didn't drown.
It's like we're finally able to come up for air.
15
EMMY
“You should, go,” I tell him, standing up from the bed. My smile is still on my face, and I don't want to wipe it away while he’s still here, while we’re both so happy.
“So soon? Come back to the hotel with me. You don't have to walk away.”
“I do though, Ace,” I say, pulling a bathrobe over my bare shoulders. “I never meant for this to be more than sex. And maybe you did—but not me.”
“But you felt more,” Ace says, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me as I walk to the bathroom and run the water. I need to clean up and get to the hospital. Glancing at my phone, I see it's already four.