Page 53 of Sixty Days Of Summer

His fingers continue to work their magic, circling and teasing, and I’m left breathless, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. With every gasp and moan I let slip, I can feel him growing more feral, more desperate.

“Ace,” I gasp, urging him on, “please, don’t stop.”

He gently inserts a finger inside me, and I moan.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he says, his voice low and filled with need. “I can’t wait to get my cock inside you.”

The way he says it sends a thrill down my spine, igniting a hunger deep within me. I arch my back, urging him deeper, craving more of him. His movements are slow and deliberate, drawing out every gasp and whimper from my lips, making me feel every inch of what he’s doing to me. Then he uses his thumb, going back to teasing my clit in those small, maddening circles. The pressure builds, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through me. I bite down hard on my bottom lip, trying to keep myself from crying out, knowing I’m so close—so achingly close.

“Fuck, Ace,” I pant, my voice barely a whisper, trembling with need. My hips move on their own, pressing into his hand, desperate for more. The intensity of his touch, the way he knows exactly how to drive me wild, it’s almost too much to bear.

“I can feel how close you are,’ he whispers in the side of my neck. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”

Every movement of his thumb, every tantalizing circle on my clit, while his fingers pump inside me sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, and I arch my back, desperate for more.

“Fucking come for me, Scar,” he breathes, his voice a dark, seductive command. “Let me see you fall apart.”

And with those words, the coil inside me snaps. Pleasure explodes through me, my entire body shuddering as I come undone beneath his touch. I cry out his name, lost in the ecstasy he’s giving me, everything else fading away until there’s nothing but him, his hand, his voice, his body pressed against mine.

Chapter 19

Ace

My dick aches with an insatiable craving that burns hotter than anything I've ever felt. It consumes me, that raw hunger for her, a desire so intense it leaves me breathless. There’s a part of me that’s untouched, a territory I’ve never dared to explore, and all I want is to please her—to dive deep into the heat of her body.

Her scent hangs in the air, intoxicating, and it drives me wild, making me crave her even more. She’s stunning—fucking beautiful—as I watch her ride the waves of pleasure, her face contorting in this mesmerizing dance of ecstasy. The lines around her eyes deepen, telling the story of her orgasm, whilethe soft moans escaping her lips create a melody that echoes in the room.

It’s awe-inspiring, watching her come down from that high, and I can’t help but feel a primal thrill knowing I’m the one who brought her there. I’m rock hard, throbbing with need as I slide my fingers back inside her, watching her ride out those final waves of bliss. I fucking love it—knowing she just came all over my hand.

I get off the bed, and she watches me, her gaze never leaving mine as I hook my fingers under the waistband of her bikini bottoms. Slowly, I slide them down, over her thighs, past her knees, until they’re finally off her ankles. I toss them aside, my eyes locked on hers, and all I can think about is fucking her. I want to feel her tight walls squeeze around my cock, to lose myself in her the way I have before.

We don’t say a word as I strip off my jeans and boxers. My cock springs free, hard and ready, and I catch the way her eyes zero in on it, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. Fuck, that simple move makes me groan. I wrap my hand around my length, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke, watching her reaction.

“Come suck my cock,” I command, my voice low and rough, my gaze burning into hers.

She smirks and slides off the bed to stand in front of me. Her eyes never leave mine as she sinks to her knees, a move that sends a jolt of need straight through me. Seeing her like this—waiting, willing—does something that I can’t quite put into words. It’s like she’s got this power over me, and I’m fucking lost in it.

She glances up at me, her eyes dark and full of heat, and I can’t resist. My thumb drags over her bottom lip, then I push it into her mouth. The moment I do, she sucks on it, her tongue swirling around the tip, and fuck, I can barely hold back.

“Open your mouth,” I growl, my voice thick with need. “Let me fuck it.”

She opens her mouth wide, and I step forward, putting my cock to her lips, then sliding it in slowly. I groan at the incredible feeling as I push deeper, holding it in the back of her throat. Fuck me, I can feel my cock pulsating as she sucks, drawing me closer to the edge.

Slipping my hands into her hair, I grip it firmly to hold her in place while her mouth delivers the kind of pleasure I desperately need to escape from my thoughts.

At first, I move slowly, sliding in and out of her mouth, feeling her soft, warm lips wrap around my cock. I close my eyes, immersing myself in the sensation, but only for a moment. The sight of her with my cock in her mouth is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. No other girl has ever made me feel this way—like she truly gets me, like I’m the only one who matters at this moment.

What the hell is going on? Lately, I’ve been grappling with these strange feelings that keep creeping in, like I wouldn’t care if she were the only girl ever to suck my cock. It’s a mix of emotions I can’t quite pinpoint or understand. Where the fuck is this shit coming from?

I groan as I pick up the pace, thrusting in and out of her mouth, building toward that explosive climax. Just as I’m about to lose it, I pause, holding myself deep in the back of her throat to keep from coming too soon. When she gags, a thrill shoots through me—it’s a fucking turn-on, knowing I have complete control over this moment. I possess the power. But a voice in the back of my mind keeps telling me she holds more control over me now than I ever had during this whole fucking thing going on between us.

She groans around my cock, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through me, making me hiss with desire. “Fuck yeah,”I growl, sliding in and out of her mouth, my grip on her hair tightening as I fuck her with a frenzy that drives me absolutely wild. The way she responds to me only stokes the fire of my need, pushing me further over the edge.

I let out a moan, more vocal than I’ve ever been, as I thrust my hips forward, lost in the pleasure. “Damn, Scar. You’re gonna make me fucking…” My muscles strain as I come hard, my release spilling down her throat. I continue to move in and out, savoring every last wave of my orgasm. The way she looks up at me from her position to watch me—intense and intimate—drives me wild, a sight that’s as sexy as hell.

With my cock still buried in her mouth, I exhale, my fingers gliding along her jaw. I can't tear my gaze away from her stunning face, her long, blonde hair cascading over her tits. This girl holds a power over me that makes me come undone every damn time. She’s the only chick I’ve fucked in the last six months, which is totally out of character for me.

“Ride me,” I command, craving the way she made me feel the last time we were in my bedroom. I want her to lose herself in the moment, just like before.

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