[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
In that quiet moment, I feel torn inside. I'm tempted to push Ace away and pretend our connection doesn't exist, but another part of me doesn't want to let go. Imagining life without him feels really hard.
As the silence stretches, Ace leans in cautiously, brushing his nose against mine before capturing my lips with his. I don't resist; instead, I kiss him back.
For the first time in weeks, I quiet my conscience, temporarily forgetting about my pain and allowing my heart to express itself freely. I feel a rush of heat as his hands trail down my waist, pulling me closer to him.
My senses are overwhelmed and I shyly cup his cheeks as our tongues entwine, leaving me breathless. Then, Ace scoops me in his arms, and my legs instinctively wrap around his torso. He presses his hardness between my thighs, and a soft moan escapes my lips, breaking the kiss.
"You feel so good in my arms, darling," Ace whispers, his breath tickling my ear. "It's like you were made to be held by me, like we fit together perfectly," he says, his lips tracing a path down my neck while he teasingly presses his crotch closer between my legs.
"Ace," I moan softly while pulling at his hair.
"Olivia," he murmurs softly. "There's something I've been thinking about, something new I want to do with you. But I need to know you're okay with it," he admits with a husky tone, looking at me earnestly.
My cheeks burn crimson but I lean in to kiss him deeply, silently showing him I'm on board. However, Ace pulls back, looking serious.
"I need to hear you say it," he insists, his voice serious.
"You have my consent," I whisper, blushing fiercely.
Ace smiles and kisses me back with even more passion. He guides us to the bed, carefully laying me down and positioning himself between my legs. But then, he stops kissing me and looks concerned.
"When was the last time you had your period? I don't have a condom with me," he asks.
"I'm on my low-risk period," I say and he smirks.
He acts quickly, kissing me fervently while skillfully undressing me. My top is the first to be discarded, followed by my pants.
Ace's gaze intensifies at the moisture on my panties fabric, I can't help but feel a burning blush creeping onto my cheeks. His teasing smirk embarrasses me even more, but as his soft lips find mine once more, I'm can't resist his touch.
As our kiss deepens, my timid hands reach for Ace's shirt, silently asking for more. He gets what I want and pauses the kiss to take off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest.
The sight of him, bare and wanting, makes my clit thumps furiously and my pussy wet. Ace kisses me again, and it feels electrifying. I run my hands over his strong chest, shoulders and back, enjoying the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips.
