Page 28 of Sixty Days Of Summer

I smirk as I lift my head, pulling his cock from my mouth slowly, watching the frustration twist his face. The groan that escapes him is deep, thick with desperation, and I can feel the tension radiating from his body as he fights the urge to take control. If his hands weren’t tied, he’d have me exactly where he wants me—fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me until he’s buried deep in my throat, using my mouth like every other time we’ve been together. But now, the power is mine, and I can see just how much it’s driving him wild. His eyes burn with hunger, screaming how badly he wants to fuck me, but I’ll make him wait, savoring every second of his torment.

If anyone’s doing the fucking, it’s me. Not him. Not like last time when he had me coming undone with every move, owning my body in a way no one ever has. This time, it’s my turn. My turn to take control, to make him unravel until there’s nothing left but raw, primal need. I want to see him lose every ounce of restraint, to fall apart beneath me, completely at my mercy. I’m going to make him beg for it, crave it, and then I’ll take exactly what I need.

I drag my tongue up his body, savoring every inch of his warm skin, tracing each hard line of his abs, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath my touch. His breath quickens, and I smirk as I slide my leg over, so I am straddling him. His cock presses hard against my pussy, and I can’t help but grind against him, letting that delicious friction ignite a fire between us. My lips move over his chest, moving over the ink on his skin, trailing up his neck until I finally reach his mouth. He kisses me with a hunger that makes me breathless. I slide my soaked pussy along his shaft, teasing him while the tension builds with every slow, deliberate movement of my hips.

Ace groans, so I grind harder against him, feeling every inch of his cock running through my folds. His body reacts to mine, his hips lifting, desperate for more friction, for the sweet release I'm teasing him with. Sitting up, I let my hands run slowly over his chiseled chest, tracing the inked lines of his tattoos, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

He’s a mess of raw desire beneath me, and it only heightens my own need. I lean down, letting my tits brush against his skin, and whisper, “I’m going to fuck you, Ace. And you’re going to beg for it.”

His eyes burn with a mix of lust and surrender, and I feel his cock twitch beneath me, throbbing with need. His jaw clenches, muscles straining as he fights for control, but I can tell it’s slipping, and fuck, I love every second of it. My body hums knowing I have this power over him, knowing he’s right where I want him—ready, desperate, and waiting for me to make him lose every ounce of control he’s barely holding onto.

"I want you to ride me until I can’t think straight, Scar," he growls, his voice deep and desperate. "I want you to squeeze every fucking drop out of me with that tight pussy."

I turn my attention to his cock, lifting my hips slightly, wrapping my fingers around it, guiding it carefully into position,ready to slide down onto him. As I hold him ready, I pause for a moment, glancing back at him, catching the smoldering intensity in his eyes as he watches his cock, as if waiting for the exact moment when our bodies finally connect. Slowly, I lower myself onto his thick shaft, savoring every inch as I take my time, feeling it slip through my wet opening, my pussy stretching around him. I bite down on my bottom lip, loving the delicious sensation of him filling me, inch by inch. He watches as I take him deeper and deeper. I let out a moan and close my eyes at the divine feeling as he fills me completely.

When I finally open my eyes, I find him watching my face, and I take a moment to savor the sensation of having him buried deep inside me. When our eyes meet, I feel that strong pull—the primal need to give each other what we are craving. I move slowly, twisting my hips just right, coaxing those delicious sounds from him. I can see his body respond, muscles tightening as he pulls against the restraints, yanking at the belt above his head, desperate to escape so he can take control of how we fuck.

I know exactly what he wants. He wants to flip me over, put my ass in the air, and drive his cock deep into my pussy, claiming me from behind with that raw, primal intensity he’s so good at. I can picture his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my head back as he fucks me hard, owning every inch of me. But right now, I want his eyes locked on mine.

I keep my movements deliberate, slow, allowing him to feel every inch of me as I ride him, making this moment ours—something more than just another mindless fuck. I want him to understand that this is about more than just pleasure; it’s about the connection we share, and the way our bodies fit together like they were made for this.

Sliding down his shaft, I ramp up the pace, and I watch as his eyes flutter shut, a deep groan spilling from his lips. “Fucking hell, Scar,” he breathes, his voice thick with need. Hiseyes suddenly snap open, and as I fuck him, my hands glide down my body, teasingly trailing over my breasts, pinching my nipples while I savor the way his gaze hungrily follows my every movement.

“Rub that fucking clit,” he orders, his voice a husky growl as his eyes drop to where my hand is. The moment I slide my finger over my throbbing clit, he lets out a guttural moan. “Fuck yeah. That’s so fucking hot.”

The way I’m turning him on only fuels my desire. I pick up the pace, grinding down on him, riding him harder and deeper, feeling his urgent need mix with mine. Every thrust, every teasing brush of my finger against my swollen clit tightens the coil of pleasure inside me, driving me closer to the edge. It’s like we’re caught in a whirlwind of raw desire, feeding off each other’s lust, both of us desperate for more, pushing for that explosive release that feels so close yet just out of reach.

I'm getting more turned on watching the way he watches me ride him, his eyes locked onto my fingers as they tease my clit. I drop my head back, surrendering to the sensation, focusing on how fucking good it feels to have him buried deep inside me. The rhythmic pulse of my clit throbs in time with my touch, building the heat between us, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Undo my wrists, Scar,” he growls, his voice thick with desire, laced with urgency. I drop my head and open my eyes, locking onto the raw want, the desperate need, the lust radiating from him.

“No,” I reply, my voice steady and firm, dripping with defiance. “I said I was fucking you, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

He groans, and I can see the effect I’m having on him. My movements become frantic when his cock finds that sweet spot. A loud moan escapes my lips, the urge to explode building with every pulse, every thrust. The pleasure rolls through me,intensifying, making my body tremble as I teeter on the edge. When the first wave crashes over me, I cry out, unable to hold back, and just as he thrusts his hips hard, driving deeper into my pussy, I surrender to the moment, letting him take over and lead us both into oblivion.

With two more powerful thrusts, everything shatters. I scream, the intensity overwhelming as my body tightens around him. I come hard on his cock, lost in the bliss of it all, needing him to pull every ounce of pleasure from me.

“Fucking hell, Ace,” I scream, just like I have so many times before when he draws a shattering orgasm from me—something no one else has ever come close to doing. But fuck me, this man right here, with his incredible cock, is something else entirely.

As I come down from my high, I watch him, his hips thrusting back and forth, relentless. His face is taut with determination, breaths ragged as he chases his own release. The deep grunts he makes and the way his expression twists with pleasure is fucking mesmerizing. It’s like watching a masterpiece in motion, each thrust bringing him closer to that explosive climax, and I can't look away.

Then, I see it—the moment he comes. I feel his hot release fill me, our connection igniting into something primal I can’t quite explain. His eyes lock onto mine, and the raw intensity radiates between us as he rides out the last waves of his orgasm, flooding me completely. I grip him tight, my nails digging into his skin as the aftershocks of my own climax leave me trembling, hungry for more of him, craving every inch of his body.

Leaning forward, I crash my lips against his, his hips still rocking, driving his thick cock deeper as he groans into my mouth. It's the hottest fucking thing, knowing I’ve completely undone Ace—the man who always keeps everyone at arm’s length, who’s never experienced anything beyond a quick, emotionless fuck. But now? He’s mine, unraveled and desperate,connected to me in a way that shatters everything he’s ever known.

His kiss is fierce and demanding, a raw mix of need and lust. When his hips finally slow, I pull back, sitting up to catch the glint of his eyes as they ravenously travel over my body. His gaze lingers on my breasts, and I catch him licking his lips, the hunger in his expression making me ache all over. It pulls at something deep within me, a wild craving that I know I shouldn’t indulge. I remind myself that, for him, I’m just a good time—a quick fuck, just like he said.

As our breathing steadies, I plaster on my mask, pretending this was just another casual encounter. I can’t let him see that it means more to me. Sliding off him, I get up onto my feet and stand at the side of the bed. His eyes track my every movement, burning into me, but he doesn’t say a word. Not even when I leave him lying there - hands bound above his head - as I make my way into the bathroom.

I close the door behind me, leaning against it for a second, trying to steady my breath. The intensity of what just happened—how deeply it affected me—is something I need to lock away, burying it deep down where he’ll never find it.

After I’ve cleaned myself up, I head back into the bedroom. Ace’s eyes immediately fixate on me as I enter, the intensity of his gaze makes my heart race. I can feel the weight of his stare as I move over to the bed. Leaning over him to free his wrists, the heat radiating off his body is almost palpable, yet neither of us breaks the silence.

As I free him, a flutter of worry creeps in. What if he didn’t like it? What if he only wants to fuck someone who fits his own expectations? I step back from the bed, my heart racing as I search for my clothes. I slip on my bra, shirt, panties, and shorts as quickly as I can, all while trying to avoid looking back at him.

But when I finally glance up, I catch him watching me, and embarrassment floods my system, heat creeping up my neck. I quickly make my way to the door, pulling it open with shaky hands. Just before I slip out, I take one last look back, only to find those intense eyes still locked on me.

Fuck. What the hell have I done?

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