“I’ve always wanted to do this,” she said, staring up the length of his body. She slid her tongue over the tip of his cock then took him between her lips. He watched as she sank several inches of his cock until he hit the back of her throat.
She pulled up, and slid back down, slowly bobbing her head, and getting his shaft coated in her saliva.
“Fuck, your mouth is fucking good.”
He thrust into her mouth, wrapping her shocking red hair around his fist.
Trixie stared up at him, and her gaze was just so damn tempting. He didn’t want to come in her mouth. Pulling out, he hauled her up, and bent her over the counter. He tugged her jeans down so that they were at her knees. He pulled a condom from his pocket.
“I’m clean, Ace. You don’t need to wear a condom. I want to feel you inside me.”
He threw the condom down, aligned his cock, and slammed in hard. They both cried out. He held onto her hips in a strong grip that he was sure were going to leave bruises. Every single mark on her body was made by him.
“You were made for me, Trixie. You know that.” He pulled out of her, and thrust back inside. “This body has my name written all over it. Not just my ink, but my touch.” He leaned forward, sucking her neck, using his teeth to create just enough pain.
He slammed into her, once … twice … three times, and paused at the hilt, feeling every pulse of her cunt on his cock.
“You have not felt this way for anyone else, and you know it’s because of me. Only my cock can make you feel this way. Only my hands, my lips, all of me can make you feel this way, Trixie. You are mine. You know you’re mine, and you know you love me exactly like I do you. There is no one else for us.”
He moved one hand between her thighs, finding her clit, and stroking it. She pushed back against his cock, and rocked at his hand, needing what only he could give her.
They were fucking, and it was raw, painful, and yet filled with emotion. Ace thrust inside her, shoving every single emotion that he had felt over the years. He had loved her from afar but knew she was better than he was, had believed there was no way he could ever have her.
Never again would he back away. Trixie was his, and he would fight her every step of the way.
“I love you, Trixie. I love you so fucking much.”
She came, screaming his name, and shaking in his grip. He didn’t stop pounding inside her, feeling his own orgasm beginning to build. His grip on her hips tightened as with one final thrust, he filled her pussy. He pressed his face against her neck, breathing in her scent.
They were both gasping for breath, and he didn’t release her.
“You were right,” she said, turning to look at him. “I’ve not been doing this right.”
He chuckled.
“I also love you as well, Ace. Very much. You’re not alone in your thoughts. I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Seeing you here that day, you gave me strength to finally fight for what I want.”
“You love me?” he asked.
“Yes, I do.”
He sighed, collapsing against her. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear that?”
“You could have asked. We wasted so long, and it seems so crazy now.”
He kissed her shoulder. “You weren’t ready.”
Pulling out of her pussy, he turned her around so that she was facing him. This was surreal to him.
The smile on her face was undoing him. He’d do anything just to see that look on her face. “Why are you crying?” he asked, seeing her tears.
“Do you have any idea how close I came to not having this? To not knowing what this felt like?”
Ace stared down at her chest, and sighed. “I, erm, I’ve got a secret.”
“What do you mean?”
“When I heard the rumors about your upcoming wedding. I was going to come and find you. I’d been talking myself out of it, but then I’d wake up, and talk myself into it. The day you came in here, that was one of the days I’d talked myself out of going to see you.”
“You were going to find me?” she asked.
“Yes. I knew we hadn’t talked, or done anything really, but you’d always been there, in my head. It’s completely crazy, but I needed you to know you had more than one option. You had me.”
****
Trixie had always thought about Ace. When there had been blank moments in the office, she would look outside of the window, and think about the boy, and wonder what he was doing, if he got what he dreamed about, even if she didn’t know what those dreams were. He was the one person she had always been tempted to look up.
She had even joined social media under an alias name just to hunt for him, but he hadn’t been on there. It would have been easier to drive back to town, but again, her mother was always there, always lurking.