[Previously titled 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲]
❝No, Ace. I can't do it," I sob.
"I know you can take more than that, sunshine, come on," he encourages, pummeling into me in fervent motions. "One more for daddy, yeah?" He coaxes in a gruffly voice...
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O L I V I A
Ace's lips claim mine with possessive hunger, his firm grip lifting me off the countertop as he takes a seat. I'm placed on his lap, his hands finding my ass and giving it a squeeze. His touch and our intense kiss make my head spin and a soft sigh escapes my lips, briefly interrupting our kiss.
Breaking away, I grind against his firm arousal. A low, guttural groan rumbles from his chest, echoing my own need. Our eyes lock in a heated gaze and his hunger for me mirrors my desperate need for his touch.
"How do you want me to touch you, kitten?" He asks, his voice strained and thick, but before I can even respond, his hand is inside my shorts, his fingers gripping my clit.
A gasp escapes my lips, and a rush of sensation courses through me as my eyes flutter closed. There's no time to process; his fingers are already moving over my throbbing clit.
My breath hitches, and my back arches instinctively as he rubs his thumb in urgent circles against me. I widen my legs, seeking more of his touch, and a throaty moan escapes me as his hand glides down my wet slit.
"I asked you a question. And when I ask you a question, I expect you to answer," he says, his demanding tone surprisingly heightening the pleasure. "How do you want me to touch you, hm?" He repeats, his gaze locking onto mine as he continues to exquisitely rub my shaking clit.
"L-like that...," I manage to articulate between moans. "Ahh, touch me just like that,"
He seizes my neck, kissing me passionately and furiously while his fingers keep working relentlessly against my clit. I try to concentrate on his hot mouth and the cold feel of his hand moving on my mound, but it's a losing battle. I reluctantly pull away from the kiss, focusing solely on the intense pleasure his touch is evoking.
"Please, faster. I can't take it anymore...," I plead in a desperate voice, my body yearning for release.
"Look how needy you are," he groans against my ear, sinking his teeth into my skin before increasing the pace between my legs. "Such a needy little thing,"
My moans escape me without restraint, filling the room. His thumb continues its insistent circles on my sensitive clit, igniting a continuous spiral of sensation that makes my hips roll and churn in response. Gripping his shoulders tightly for support, I spread my legs, granting him better access to fulfill my intimate desires.
"Oh, yes...," I moan, my fingers curling around his shirt. "That feels good," I admit with a shaky breath, and he rewards me with a kiss that electrifies my skin.
"Is that so?" His voice takes on a husky tone, challenging me to voice my desire.
"Yes," I manage, my voice growing bolder.
"Louder. Let me hear you, baby," he insists and I let out a moan that echoes through the room. "So smooth...and dripping wet," he rasps, pinching my clit with his fingers and my hips involuntarily lift in response.
