Page 89 of Sixty Days Of Summer

I lean in closer, my lips brushing against the shell of his ear, my breath a sultry whisper. “I need you to fuck me.”

That’s all it takes to shatter his restraint. His hands grip my ass, desire blazing in his eyes, and abruptly withdraws, leaving me breathless and aching from the sudden emptiness.

In an instant, I’m lying on my back, and the look in his eyes transforms into something primal—like a predator closing in on its prey.

“Spread your fucking legs,” he commands.

The moment I obey, he leans in, his skilled tongue finding its way to my most sensitive spot, drawing soft moans from me. His fingers slide up my body, then teasing my nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through me that almost make me purr. It’s as if he knows my body intimately, every pleasure point mapped out in his mind.

With a playful touch of his tongue, he circles my clit. I grow impatient, instinctively grinding my hips against his face, desperate for more. “Ace, please, just fuck me,” I beg, my voice thick with need.

With a wicked grin that spreads across his face, he lets out a chuckle. “In a fucking minute,” he replies, his tone low and seductive. He’s teasing me, making me work for it, and I can feel the heat rising in my core.

Frustrated, I let out a groan. His laughter sends pleasurable vibrations through me as he kisses my pussy, and I bite my bottom lip, my gaze locked on him. I can’t focus on anything except the way his tongue circles my clit and his fingers thrust deep inside me.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he remarks, pulling his hand away and aligning the tip of his cock with my entrance. “Take a deep breath,” he whispers, leaning down to shower tender kissesalong my stomach. Then, with a swift thrust, he enters, filling me completely.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my mouth falling open in surprise.

Rising onto his knees, he grips my hips with a firm, possessive hold. I shiver with anticipation as he pulls back, then thrusts into me, each movement driving deeper. His hold is so tight, I can already feel the promise of marks left behind. The way he moves, the way he takes control, leaves my legs trembling.

“Ace,” I whisper, my hand reaching out to him, overwhelmed by an insatiable longing I can hardly comprehend. All I know is that my desire for him eclipses anything I've ever craved before.

His gaze is intense, utterly captivating, locking me in its grip. The depth of his stare does something to me.

With each thrust, as he drives into me again and again, the rhythm builds, and the pleasure intensifies, making my toes curl with every movement. I lift my hips, eagerly meeting his deep thrusts, enhancing our fiery dance. With each penetration, I surrender to the rhythm, completely losing myself in the sensation. My hands glide down his back, reveling in the strength of his muscles as they flex and ripple with every thrust.

“Ace,” I moan, the sound spilling from my lips like a desperate plea, urging him to push deeper, to take me higher.

Each time he thrusts into me, I feel myself coming apart, his presence sinking deep into my core. He’s never fucked me like this before; it’s as if he’s starving for my touch, yet can’t fully satisfy his craving.

As my fingers trace the stubble on his jawline, admiring his breathtaking beauty, his gaze meets mine, burning with an intensity that takes my breath away. He’s not just physically inside me; this goes deeper, so much more profound. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted—this undeniable bond between us.Ace Roberts doesn’t just fuck me; he worships me with every part of him, and I can feel the weight of that devotion.

As our fingers intertwine, he lifts my hand above my head, pinning it there with a possessive grip. His other hand roams between us, teasing my sensitive clit with tantalizing strokes. Every deep thrust pulls another whimper from me, sending me spiraling closer to the edge.

I part my lips, desperate to plead for a moment’s respite, but instead, a sultry moan escapes me. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to stifle the sounds pouring from me, but it’s pointless. The tension builds within me, my orgasm looming on the horizon.

“Fucking hell,” he groans.

His next deep thrust catches me by surprise, his piercing hitting that perfect sweet spot inside me, shattering the fragile thread of control I’ve been holding onto. I tumble over the edge, a wave of pleasure surging through me, my primal moan filling the room as I drown in the intensity of my orgasm.

Then, Ace suddenly freezes, concern flickering across his face. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice filled with worry.

I pant, breathless and overwhelmed, struggling to find the words to express just how incredible I feel. Instead, I can only manage a blissful smile, my eyes sparkling with unspoken joy.

He thrusts back in and out of me, and I watch as pleasure twists his features, each shudder signaling the oncoming storm of his release. With each deep thrust, he picks up the pace, fucking me with an urgency that makes my body ache for more, as if he’s desperate to drown himself in every inch of me. I feel him throb inside me, and then he finally comes, his release filling me.

As he collapses against me, I feel his hot breath against my chest, and I lovingly thread my fingers through his damp hair, pulling him in closer, craving his warmth. He grips me tightly,unwilling to let go as he catches his breath, savoring the moment we’ve just shared, our bodies still entwined in a haze of raw desire.

His hand glides over my ribs, teasingly grazing the curve of my breast before settling over my heart, which thunders beneath his touch.

"Who knew a woman named Scar would have the power to heal my fucked up scars," he murmurs against my skin.

He presses a soft, lingering kiss right over the place where my heart races, sealing the moment with his devotion.

Chapter 32

Ace

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