Page 5 of My One Rule

Shit I forgot we’re at a resort surrounded by other people.

I clamp my hand over my mouth and grind against the finger he has inside me.

“God, I’ve missed this.”

I hold in a laugh. It hasn’t really been that long.

The chills running through my body swat that thought away completely. It has been forever.

When he pulls his finger out I feel empty and grind my ass into nothing, needing to be filled by him.

My desperation subsides for a moment when I glance back and see him lathering his hard dick with more lube. He catches me looking and takes his time, torturing me.

I rest my head on crossed arms and watch him stroke himself a few times up and down.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, now sizing up my ass.

I don’t know what to say so I just bite my bottom lip and poorly suppress a smile.

The moment the head of his dick touches my hole my eyes snap shut and I take in a deep breath, preparing myself for him to fill me up.

There’s no burning like the first few times as any discomfort is long gone, however, my breath hitches as he works his dick into me and the pleasure spreads from my ass down to the palms of my hands and soles of my feet. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of Ace filling me.

“How does that feel, baby?” He asks in a husky voice.

I can tell he won’t last long at all.

“So good,” I mumble.

I’m expecting him to pummel me or reach around and play with my semi.

What he does instead makes my head tingle.

With a firm grip he holds my hips and slowly pulls all the way out and dips back into me. The pace is torture yet utterly toe curling.

I find myself lifting my ass higher trying to keep him in me longer. After a full minute of this torture, I get up on my elbows and start bouncing off his dick.

There’s no frustration like I feared.

Ace gasps and I take the opportunity to ride him as fast I like and my moans echo throughout the room.

“Ollieeee!” He pleads into the room and then his body is twitching and he’s grunting loudly.

My dick pulsates and I catch what I can in my hand.

Exhausted, I collapse on the bed, Ace landing on top of me with half his weight.

Neither of us rush to move, laying like this and catching our breath.

My lips are numb and sleep threatens to overtake me. My body is mush.

Ace lifts himself off me, pulling out of me.

I listen to him go to the attached bathroom and clean up. Turning my head, I watch him fix his hair and buckle his pants.

“Aren’t you going to change?” I ask.

“Into what?”

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