Page 69 of Wild Ace

His muscles bulge and flex under his golden skin to show me the strength he hides under his suit and how he was able to so easily lift and carry me.

“You almost done ogling me, baby?”

“Almost. Keep turning,” I instruct, and he listens, facing me again. His cock is hard and pointing right at me – the head swollen and leaking cum already.

I lick my lips and he groans. “You’re leaking for me baby. I can see how wet you’ve grown from just looking at me, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing in the world.”

“You’re leaking for me, too,” I point out, and he smirks, gripping himself. “And if you don’t put a condom on and get inside of me, I’m going to start without you.”

“I’d love to see you touch yourself, baby, but I need inside of you too fucking badly.”

Vinny grabs a condom from the nightstand and sheaths himself. “I need to see your eyes when I slide into you, but then I’m going to flip you over and fuck you from behind with your ass in the air as you scream into the pillows.”

“Please,” I moan, letting my other knee fall to the side as an invitation.

He’s on me in a second, the broad head of his cock at my entrance and his hand cupping my cheek. “Keep those eyes on me.”

Vinny pushes into me and I watch as his eyes darken and turn to puddles of desire that are trying to see inside every corner of me.

When he’s all the way inside of me, he pauses, brushing my lower lip with his thumb. “Ready for me to no longer be nice, baby?”

“Yes,” I sigh. “Please.”

He kisses me hard, grabbing my breasts in his hands and tweaking my nipples.

I yelp and he pulls back, grinning as he pulls out of me and slams back inside, all gentleness gone.

Ohmygod.

He fucks me hard, thrusting into me while he grips my breasts roughly, pinching my nipples every time he hits home, which elicits a cry from me each time.

“Let me see those eyes,” he urges, and I peel them open to see his shining with too many emotions. Too many to read and too many to feel. “That’s it. There they are. Let me see how you feel when I’m fucking you.”

“Vinny,” I moan, and he twists my nipples, sending shots of pain through me that turn to heat and pleasure, and make every nerve ending in me fire off with sparks.

With a growl, Vinny pulls out of me, grips my hips, flips me over like a rag dog, lifts my ass in the air, and thrusts back into me.

“Fuck,” he barks, slapping my ass.

I turn my head to the side and gasp. “So big,” I manage to say, and he slaps my ass again.

“That’s right, baby. My big cock stretches and fills your tight pussy like I was made just for you. You take me so well. So beautiful.” He runs his hands down my spine and around to knead my swaying breasts – the sensation completely different from when on my back.

Vinny rolls his hips and I squeeze around him, loving the feeling of him inside me so damn much.

Sliding his hands back down my spine and to each of my ass cheeks, he lifts and spreads them, tilting my hips back towards him.

“Put your hands out and brace yourself,” is all the warning he gives me before he pulls out until just his tip is inside me, and then slams back inside. I put my hands against his padded fabric headboard just in time to keep me from being pushed up the bed, and I push back against him, meeting his every stroke.

“Yes, baby. So good,” he groans. “Fuck me right back.”

I let him push me up the bed a few inches with his powerful, hard thrusts, and I bend my elbows to give me the leverage I need to keep pushing back against him.

“I could fuck you forever, dolcezza.”

“Please,” I beg, wanting that too. I don’t want this feeling to end. I don’t want to stop the intense connection.

“We have forever to fuck, but you’re going to come for me when I say.” I grunt into the pillows and he slaps my ass. “Got it?”

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