Page 17 of Vengeful Valentine

“Then they just can’t find out. At least not until the time is right.” She dropped gently to the rug they stood on.

William finally broke free of his coughing fit. “Get down there with her before I decide to see if this pecker will work for one more go.”

Ace didn’t fight him on it again. He didn’t doubt the old man. Ashmine opened her legs for him. Her cunt on display for him.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This isn’t how this was supposed to go.

He sank to the carpet, settling between Ashmine’s spread legs. He would ready her first, make this as painless as he could for her.

His balls tightened at the thought of sinking into her, he hadn’t fucked anyone yet. He hadn’t had the interest to. Girlsin his school were boring, too put together. And in all honesty, no matter how much he shoved his feelings down, Ashmine was always the one he wanted.

He allowed himself to fully admit that here and now.

He bent down, his face finding the apex of her thighs. His tongue flicked out as he brought a hand up to open her for him.

He hadn’t done this before, but he had watched porn.

Women catered porn.

The one where it was actually about the women getting their pleasure. Because that is what turned Ace on the most.

Inducing pleasure.

At least that’s what he had jacked off to the best. The look of satisfaction, the way their bodies writhed in pleasure.

Ace could admit, at this moment, he had imagined the women in those videos as Ashmine.

William stayed thankfully silent as Ashmine squirmed beneath him. He began his ministrations, licking up and down, finding which spots caused little bursts of noise to escape her. His teeth found her clit. He knew it was the most sensitive and he used that knowledge as he bit gently on it, whilst thrusting a single finger into her now soaking core.

“Beautiful.” His cocked bobbed, pressing against his stomach as he continued to taste her. To play with her. To make her his.

It was everything he had dreamed of, but it was tainted, ruined by the watchful eyes of the old man.

William was tugging at the puppet strings forcing them to give him this disgusting show.

Is it sick that I am almost grateful it’s me who showed up? Not Silas or Hawk? That this is probably the only chance I ever had to touch Ashmine like this.

“I’m ready,” Ashmine murmured, sinking her slender fingers into his hair, tugging him up and towards her face.

“Condom.” He glanced around hoping to just magically find one, instead he found the red beeping circle of a camera light over the chair William still rested in.

He wanted to tell Ashmine about it, wanted to stop.

But what difference does it make?

“Fuck her raw,” William demanded.

Ace shuddered, carefully placing his hands on each side of Ashmine’s head. The puzzle piece bracelet clinking as he moved, a reminder of how much Ashmine meant to him. Meant to his brothers.

They won’t forgive me.

His fingers dug into the shag rug; he squeezed it, burrowing down as hard as he could as he stared into Ashmine’s eyes.

“It’s okay,” she reassured him.

It isn’t.

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