Page 102 of The Fire We Make

Ace chuckled, knowing she’d be difficult.

He kept at it, using his mouth and fingers to coax her release and his name from her. He kept going until Joy was seeing stars and on the brink of madness.

When he could tell she was on the edge, he released her clit with a pop.

A frustrated growl left Joy as she glared down at him. “You motherfucka,” she scowled.

“You know what I wanna hear baby,” Ace grinned, licking remnants of her from his lips. “Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want,” he taunted.

She shook her head.

He chuckled, stroking his fingers in and out of her in an agonizingly slow pace. He continued until her pride finally lost the war with her body.

“Adonis,” she said on a broken moan. “Adonis, please.”

His name tore from her with a moan, and the pleased expression that crossed Ace’s face made her want to slap him.

“See was that so hard?”

Joy opened her mouth to curse him but all that pushed past her teeth was a guttural moan as Ace sucked her bud into his mouth and fucked his fingers into her with a force that made her back arch off the bed.

With a frustrated grunt, he rose to free Joy of the rest of her clothes. He was greedy, and needed to feel more of her. See more of her.

Now naked, she laid sprawled in the middle of the bed with Ace’s head between her thighs as he continued to please her.

After her second orgasm, Ace had yet to free her pussy from the assault of his mouth and it became clear to her that he found as much pleasure from this as she did. He dodged all of her attempts to pull him off of her.

“Mm mm. I’m not done with you yet,” his deep tone mumbled around a mouth full of pussy.

Joy thought she might go crazy. Her clit was sensitive, but her pussy was greedy, and although she felt she couldn’t take any more, her clit continued to thump and her juices continued to flow.

Another orgasm welled up inside of her, sending sensations of pleasure slithering up her spine.

“Adonis. Please,” she panted. She didn’t know if she was begging for him to keep going or to stop but Ace made the decision for her, his thick fingers massaging her walls as his tongue moved feverishly over her clit, sending Joy over the edge once more.

She’d barely caught her breath before she grabbed his shirt and dragged him back over her.

Joy kissed him roughly, tasting herself on his mouth as she moved her hands between them. She needed to touch him. Needed to bring him up on this cloud with her.

More importantly, she needed to regain some of the control she’d lost.

She moved her hands to the waistband of his sweatpants but Ace placed a hand over hers to stop her. Joy pulled away, confused.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said.

“Then let me touch you.”

He studied her for a moment and Joy took the opportunity to reach again, but he stopped her a second time.

Her irritation returned.

“You don’t want me anymore?”

Ace's nostrils flared and he slid her hand down from the waistband to the front of the pants where Ace’s bulge protruded. “Does it feel like I don’t want you?”

“Then have me.”