ACE:Las Vegas Bad Boys(72)

“Ace,” I say. I press my mouth to his, find his tongue, let ours entwine.

I drink him in—his faith in me, in us. It fills me with warmth as his hands pull my top over my head, then he tugs down the lace of my bra. Filling his mouth with my tits, he sucks on my nipples until my panties drip with excitement.

“Ace,” I say again. “I believe you. That you weren’t there the night of the crash. I believe you. In everything.”

Ace massages my tits with his hands, his cock so nice and stiff under me.

“What changed your mind?” he asks.

Tears fill my eyes, because this is our moment. When clarity and truth are the only words we use.

“Ace, I thought Janie was my family. Worth fighting for. But I was wrong.”

“What’s right?”

“You. You are worth fighting for.”

“You’ll fight for me?” Ace growls in my ear, cupping my face with both his hands.

“I’ll fight so hard,” I say, my whole body promising myself to Ace. Nothing can keep us apart. Not life or death or broken families or broken hearts. Ace is my family. He is my everything. “I’ll fucking fight for you forever,” I tell him, kissing his lips fiercely, sealing myself to him. “I love you, Ace. I love you so hard.”

“I love you, Emmy Rose.”

The windows steam with the heat between us, the heat between my thighs and his cock and our mouth and our words. The heat we share is electrifying. It makes me alive.

Our words set me free.

My pussy begs to be touched and I only want his hands to flick my clit. I only want his fingers to plunge deep inside me. I only want his body to make me come.

I only want Ace.

He unbuckles his pants, and I fall back into the other seat, tugging off my pants, my panties. I unclasp my bra, letting my tits fall out. He’s stripped down to his bare cock, and I want it in my mouth.

He lowers his seat back with the simple touch of a button in this hundred-grand car.

I lean over him, pressing his bulging cock in my mouth. I can’t help it. I just want to be close to him, taste him, be filled with him.

Come from the tip of his hard cock touches my lips and I suck the delicious pre-come off.

I lick the length of him, letting his soft balls fall in my mouth, and I swirl them around, making him moan as I do. His hand grabs my ass I lean over him. He smacks me hard, and I nuzzle his cock deeper in my throat, wanting to gag, because I just want to be consumed with him.

Ace’s cock is so powerful. It makes me drip, and I press one finger into my opening as I continue to bob up and down, sucking him off, his cock throbbing in my mouth.

My fingers press against my clit, and I begin rubbing nice and hard, the pleasure growing as he smacks my ass again.

He pulls me up, onto his lap, I arch my back in pleasure and he sets me atop his thick cock. Oh, my pussy wraps him so nice and tight, and my entire being is filled with Ace.

I want to ride him fast and hard. I want to ride him nice and slow. I just want to ride him forever.

“Baby, you feel so good,” he says, as I move up and down on his rod. I grind on him, and he thrusts his throbbing dick deep in me. It pulses against the walls of my pussy, in an electrifying way, sending shivers across my body.

Ace’s arms wrap around me, strumming across the bare skin of my ass, my back. His touch sends trails of pleasure throughout me. I moan in response to the sensation.

He thrusts harder into me, and I bounce on top of him, my tits held by his powerful hands, my pussy juice soaking the base of his cock as I come, my body spasming as I release. The flood of the orgasm ripples through me, crashing down, and I grab his shoulders, look in his eyes.

The eyes of the man I love. The man who can get me off in a hotel room, or a car, in the hallway or the bedroom. The man who can fuck me in the shower and on the kitchen counter. The man who can read my body like it’s a roadmap to my soul.

This man is mine. And as I fall into his chest, as the orgasm washes over me, I know nothing will change that.





26





ACE


When she gets on top of me in the parking lot, rides my cock until we come, I know that she was fucking made for me. The first thing Emmy wants to do after fleeing a kidnapping is climb on my rod and fuck until she comes.

This woman is everything.

And on top of that, she confessed her love.

You’d think I’d be stressed out, with Grotto and jail and all that shit—but I’m not. Because I’m holding Emmy in my arms. Holding her so fucking tight. I swear to God I’ll never let her go.

“Baby, that was so good,” I whisper in her ear as she’s pressed tight against my chest.

“It was.” Emmy looks up at me, smiling, so blissed out that it’s as if the last two days never happened. It’s like we are back in my penthouse, eating peanut butter sandwiches. It doesn’t matter where we are—when we’re together it’s like we are home.