“You have a studio?” I ask, caught off guard. I’m not sure I like that she’s working two jobs. Especially if she’s in pain all the time. That’s something I need to have looked into. Given how advanced science and medicine are now, there shouldbe something that can help her. Ace has experienced enough fucking up her life.
“Yeah. As soon as I moved here, I bought a vacant building. It’s a studio for low-income families who can’t afford tuition for their kids’ dance classes. I find donors to cover all their costs. I teach the ballet classes, and I found a few other instructors who teach hip-hop and cultural dance.”
I’m fucking speechless.
Staring down at her, this woman, who has been controlled all her life and has every right to be as selfish as she wants, is using her fortune to help little kids. And, fuck, I bet they love her. It’s kind of starting to feel impossible not to.
“Kiss me, angel,” I murmur.
Without pause, Ace rolls onto her back and slides her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her. As I capture her soft lips with mine, I shift onto my elbow and then situate myself between her legs, my cock thick and hard.
She opens for me, her tongue dancing with mine as she lifts her knees, so the head of my dick is lined up with her warm, wet pussy.
Thrusting into her, I swallow her cry and kiss her harder as I rock into her, her fingernails scraping against my neck. When I release her mouth, we lock eyes and gaze at each other in the soft light. Vanilla sex has never been my thing, but damn, I’ll fuck Ace any way possible. Nothing about her feels ordinary. There’s not a vanilla thing about her. She truly is an angel.
“Daddy,” she whimpers, her breathing becoming rapid as she runs her fingertips over my chest.
Her body writhes as her orgasm looms. She squirms and pants, and when she digs her heels into my ass, I fuck her harder and deeper, curling my body over hers, my hands clasped above her head, protecting her while I pound into her pussy.
“That’s my girl. Come for me, angel,” I growl into her ear, nipping at it before I move my mouth to hers to kiss her again.
She screams, thrashing around as she flies over the edge while I chase my own orgasm.
“Daddy, oh, God,” she moans, and that’s all it takes to send me over right along with her. “Kian, fuck, don’t stop.”
I couldn’t stop if I tried. This beautiful woman, inside and out, has me in a fucking chokehold, and I barely know her.
Her pussy clenches, and I groan, my balls drawing up tight as I shoot my come deep within her walls. When she goes quiet, I stop and keep my cock lodged inside her, roll us over so she’s on top of me, then pull the blankets around her shoulders before I slide my hands over her back and gently stroke her soft skin.
“Eat this,”I say, handing Ace a breakfast sandwich I just pulled out of the microwave.
She eyes it and then looks at me. “What is it? Usually, I have coffee first thing and don’t eat until lunch.”
My eye twitches, and I hold the sandwich up to her mouth with a stern look. “It’s an egg white and turkey sausage breakfast sandwich with cheese and spinach. My housekeeper made them. It’s good morning protein, which helps prevent migraines.”
Ace freezes, her eyes darting from the sandwich to mine and then down as they start sparkling with tears, but she quickly blinks them away like she’s been training how to hold in her emotions all her life. Then she opens her lips and lets me feed her a bite.
As she chews, she watches me move around my bright kitchen, pouring her a steaming cup of coffee before I set it on the counter near her.
“This is really good.” She picks up the sandwich and takes another bite. “Thank you. How did you know it was good for migraines?”
I grab a carton of half-and-half, a bottle of vanilla creamer, and a bottle of oat milk from the fridge and set them by her cup for her to choose. “I researched them all night while you were sleeping.”
“You didn’t sleepat all?” She reaches for the vanilla creamer.
My chest warms. That’s the one I suspected she’d choose, but I wanted to have my bases covered just in case.
Shaking my head, I lean against the counter and cross my arms over my chest. “No, angel. I was worried to death about you. You were in so much pain before you fell asleep, and watching you get so violently ill, it scared the hell out of me. So I watched you sleep and monitored your breathing.” I pause and smirk. “That sounds unhinged as fuck.”
Ace half laughs as she throws her arms around my waist and snuggles into me. “I don’t mind it when you’re unhinged. It’s sweet and it makes me feel cared for.”
Pressing my lips to the top of her head, I give her a gentle kiss. “Youarecared for, angel.”
More than she fucking knows.
“We should get going. I don’t want to be late for work. Jordyn was already so sweet to give me two days off,” she says after she downs half her cup of coffee and eats less than a third of her breakfast sandwich.
“Fine. Bring that with you. I want you to eat the entire thing.”
