Nodding, Ace cries out a yes, her pussy tightening around me. She’s so fucking close, but I’m not done with her yet.
I slow my strokes, and she whimpers, sagging against me. “Tell me you’re mine, angel. I want to hear it from those pretty pink lips.”
She meets my gaze in the reflection, her mouth open as I drive upward, grinding her hips against me.
“I’m yours,” she moans. “I’m all yours, Daddy.”
Those four words send a surge of immense pleasure through me, and I tighten my grip on her, so I can finally give her the relief she needs.
When I return my fingers to her clit and flick it in rhythm with my thrusts, her entire body tenses. Her nails cut into me deeper as she cries out, throwing her head back onto my shoulder while I pound into her tight little pussy.
“That’s my fucking girl. Come for me, baby.”
When she starts to tremble and pulse around me, I break apart, and my body follows, my climax shooting through me, the intensity of it catching me off guard. I grip her lush hips tightly and curse under my breath as my hot come shoots deep into her pussy.
“Fuuuck,” I grunt, then lean back to rest on my heels, pulling her with me, so she’s lifted onto my thighs, my cock still buried inside her warmth.
Ace pants and sags against me, neither of us speaking. When we finally catch our breath, I slowly lift her off me, then rise to my feet. Bending over, I scoop her up, carrying her bridal style into the bathroom.
“Vanilla or lavender salts?” I set her on her feet in front of the toilet, then go over to the tub and start the water.
“Um, Vanilla, please?” she asks quietly, watching me nervously, still standing.
“Sit, baby. Pee.”
Her cheeks instantly turn pink as her mouth opens with a soft gasp. “In front of you?”
Sitting on the edge of the tub, I smirk. “Fuck, yeah. Why not?”
I’ve never stayed in a bathroom with a woman before in my life, nor have I ever wanted to, but I suddenly want to be part of every single thing that Lacey Ricci does.
CHAPTER 29
Ace
Kian watchesas I lower myself onto the toilet. Thank God the bath is running; otherwise, I would absolutely die. Even now, I keep my eyes averted until I’m finished and standing again.
He reaches for me, his thick cock hanging between his muscular legs. My clit tingles at the memory of his dick buried inside me while he called me his.
“Step over, baby,” he says quietly, holding my hand so I have support.
Once I’m in, I slowly submerge myself in the hot bath water, my muscles relaxing almost immediately.
“This feels so good,” I murmur, then sit straighter. “Shoot, I have a hair tie in my purse, could you bring it to me?”
Raising his eyebrows, Kian walks over to the wall switch and dims the lights, so there’s only a gentle glow. Then he goes to the vanity and opens the top drawer.
“Here. I had my housekeeper get some,” he says.
When I try to reach for it, my throat burning with a mix of feelings, he shakes his head and leans down, gathering my hair in his fingers. His touch is slow but firm, and a few times, he pauses and uses the tips of his fingers to massage my scalp.
My entire body is heavy, so I close my eyes, enjoying the attention. When he finishes, I blink up at him, his cock thick and heavy in front of me. Licking my lips, I peer up farther, meeting his dark gaze.
“Quit looking at my dick like that, angel. Scoot forward.”
Sighing dramatically, I drop my shoulders and move so he has enough room to get in. As soon as he lowers his large body into the tub that could surely fit three more people, he pulls me against his chest.
“So needy for my cock,” he teases, pressing a kiss to my temple.
