Emmy Rose isn’t going anywhere.
I set her on the bed, knowing I’ll call Denise later and cancel my motherfucking plans to the resort. The helicopter ride. Emmy doesn’t want those things. Emmy wants to feel safe, secure, and if that’s already happening in my home, I’m not fucking that up by taking her anywhere else.
I have nothing to prove.
Emmy Rose is kneeling on my bed, her thighs slick with her wetness, her eyes on my cock.
“Lie down, Ace,” she says, and then she jumps off the bed, surprising me. I just carried her in here.
Her eyes dance with excitement, though, and I don’t mind watching her little ass and perfect tits bounce as she runs to the kitchen.
I lie down on a pile of pillows, feeling like a goddamned king.
She comes back in, eyebrows raised seductively.
“I was still a little hungry.” She shakes the can of whipped cream and sprays some in her mouth.
I can’t help but laugh. I did not see that coming.
Emmy gets on the bed, on her knees, and I run my hand over her soft ass. Smack her gently. She giggles, and I love that she isn’t as tense as she was before.
She shakes the can again, hard, and sprays the cream on the tip of my cock like it’s a fucking crown.
And then she bends over and begins licking it all off.
EMMY
Ace has such a massive cock that it might be intimidating for some woman.
But I’m not any woman.
I’m realizing that, somewhere in the space of a week, I have become his. His woman.
And I like that.
And not just because of the cock—which, yeah, that is a bonus. But also because he can work me over body and soul.
I spray more of the whipped cream on his ten-inch rod, and run my tongue over all of him as one hand caresses his balls gently. Using my lips, I lightly squeeze his length, then I kiss and lick him, too.
Then I take one ball at a time in my mouth, loving the way it makes my pussy throb as I fill my mouth with him.
He likes it, too, because he lifts my leg over his waist, so I’m straddling him backwards. My ass is in the air as I bend over him, but I don’t care. I know he likes it, by the way he runs his hands over my bottom, down to my pussy.
I take him into my mouth as far as he can go, five inches deep, and I wrap my lips around his shaft nice and tight so no air can escape. I want to suction my mouth to his cock as I suck him off.
I gently move my head up and down as I keep my mouth fixed on him, and I massage his base with my hand as I move.
I love Ace’s cock. I do. When he’s in my mouth, it makes me feel like nothing else matters. Like, he could solve world hunger with this cock. He could bring about world peace.
At the very least, he can make me believe in him. In anything. His cock is the most powerful thing I have ever seen, and I love that I get to lick it and kiss it and suck him off until he comes.
His cock is throbbing now, and I want to taste his come so bad. I want to swallow it and remember it. But I also want his come on my face; I want him to know I want all of him.
I’m not in a place to say I love you—not until things have changed with my sister—but I want Ace to know he can have all the other parts of me.
I climb off him, and take his hands, pulling him to the edge of the bed, his cock so fucking hard and ready. He is smiling, so fucking happy. And I want to make him happier.
I get down on the floor, on my knees, and take him back in my mouth. I pull his giant cock in as deep as I can, and I love the way he grabs my head, runs his hands through my damp hair, as I dip in and out, up and down.
“Oh, Emmy, fuck,” he groans, and I smile with his cock in my mouth. I love that I can get him off so well.
“Fuck me, baby, fuck me,” he says again, and I can feel that he is close. His throbbing fullness is so thick and hard and ready to explode.
I pull his veiny cock out of mouth. He’s come on my tits before, on my ass—but no one has ever come on my face, and I fucking want it. I want my face to be covered in his seed.
“You sure?” he asks. And when I nod yes, he spurts his come across my cheeks. My pussy is dripping in delight. I am Ace’s woman, and with his come all over me, it feels so true.
I want to taste some of it too, though, and I pull his hard cock back into my mouth, sucking him hard and fast as he comes more, and the salty cream coats my throat as I swallow. I want to keep his rod in my mouth for as long as possible. It tastes so good, so hot.
I have never willingly given a man so much dominance over me. So much control.
I want to give Ace everything.
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ACE
I press a towel to Emmy’s cheeks, wiping away my seed, and she smiles softly, then shakes her head. Obviously thinking something.
“What?” I ask her.