Now, here's Ace, salivating over every inch of my body he's drinking in. Despite looking at my stomach and the stretch marks engraved in my skin, he's not forcing himself to stare. His cock is still wedged between us, harder than steel.
I never knew someone so attracted to me could be a turn-on in itself. It's what has me shifting against him, rubbing in the best way I can to get whatever friction I can.
His groan vibrates through my chest, and his hands tighten on my hips. "You're going to kill me."
"Good." The word slips out before I can catch it, and I'm surprised by how much I mean it. I think I love affectingsomeone as much as I am this man. It makes me feel like I’m worth something.
Reaching between us, I grip his cock once more and soak up the heat radiating off of him. Watching his jaw tighten, I lower my gaze and take in how big he really is. Against my stomach, he comes right below my belly button.
“Fuck, tell me we’re thinking the same thing…” Watching me measure, I feel his thighs tense beneath me while his tip continues to leak.
Nodding my head, I lift my gaze. “Is it all going to fit?”
Of course it will, but I have to ask, just to make him curse under his breath.
"I want you to ride me." His voice is rough, barely controlled. "Can you do that, sweetheart?"
I nod, because words feel impossible right now. We don’t need words to know what we want. Ever since he’d touched me, I knew I wanted this. Not today, but from the very first time he'd gotten me off.
Lifting onto my knees, my breathing remains uneven. I’ve only done this a couple of times before, but it’s been so long. Enough time to make this feel new. Almost unfamiliar.
I don’t want to mess anything up.
Positioning myself over him, I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance. Shifting my hips, we both groan as I drag him against me to the point that it feels like I’m teasing myself.
He lets me have full control, but from the way he’s squeezing my hips, I’m sure the only thing he wants to do is pull me down.
I watch his face the entire time and stop my movement. Slowly, I begin to sink. I can’t help the gasp that escapes me as I release him and feel each hard inch pushing inside of me.
He doesn’t just look big. Heisbig.
His jaw goes slack. His eyes flutter closed, then open again, like he's fighting to keep watching me. His fingers tighten theirhold, but he still doesn’t move. Honestly, I don’t even think he’s breathing at this point.
"Fuck, Penny." The curse is barely a whisper. Tilting his head back, a groan leaves him as I settle comfortably on his lap. Despite his jeans scraping at the underside of my thighs and the teeth of his zipper promising to leave a mark, I’m more focused on the way he’s twitching against my walls.
“Don’t come,” I murmur under my breath as I wrap my arms around his neck. “You can make it a little longer, right?”
He laughs, his amusement tight. “God, I hope so. Fuck, this is new for me, Pen. I swear I’m not some one pump chump. You’re just…”
A laugh of my own leaves me, mine more breathy and airy. Rising up, my pussy clenches around what’s left inside like I’m not ready to give him up. I’m really not, so I waste no time sinking back down.
Finding a rhythm that makes his fingers dig into my skin, my thighs don’t take long to start burning, but the pleasure is worth every future ache. His mouth falls open, and I watch this man, this dangerous, terrifying, handsome man, come completely undone beneath me.
I could get used to this.
He pulls me down into a kiss, trying to gain some kind of control. His tongue slides against mine, and he pants against my teeth between breaths. His hands roam everywhere—my back, my thighs, my breasts, my face, like he's worshiping me.
No one has ever touched me like this. Like I'm something precious. Something worth savoring.
I move faster, and he tears his mouth away from mine to press his forehead against my shoulder. His breathing is ragged, uneven.
"We have to be quiet," I remind him, even though I'm the one struggling now. My whimpers and moans are barely contained.
He laughs, breathless. "You're not making it easy."
I clamp down around him, and his whole body jerks.
“Playing so fucking dirty now.” His hands find their way back to my hips, guiding me as he encourages my body to move along his cock. With each movement, he makes sure I set a pace that brings beads of sweat to form on his brow.
