[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
I'm standing by the sink, wrapped in a fluffy towel. I smile contentedly, remembering our shower together. While I'm spitting out toothpaste, Ace's hands pull me close, pressing my hips to his. I sigh happily as I feel the warmth of his crotch against my butt. He kisses my neck gently, making me giggle.
"Feeling sore?" Ace asks with concern and I blush lightly as I shake my head. "You sure? I might've gone a bit too hard," he insists, and I smile.
"I'm okay, Ace. Don't worry," I reassure him, feeling him smile against my skin.
He turns me around and leans in to kiss me but I playfully back away.
"I'm brushing my teeth," I tease.
He grins and grabs my neck, kissing me anyway. I laugh, then quickly spit out the toothpaste, rinse my mouth and turn back to him.
"You know, your beard always tickles my skin when we kiss," I say, pouting and he raises an eyebrow.
He touches his beard and looks at himself in the mirror, thinking.
"Is that so?" He asks.
"Yep, every time, it's like kissing a soft bristle brush," I giggle, smiling at him.
"Well, I can't get rid of it. It's part of me," Ace grins, still touching his beard.
"Um, you know, even though it tickles, it actually makes you look really handsome and...um, hot," I admit, my cheeks warming up and Ace's smirk deepens, clearly pleased.
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah. It gives you this extra rugged charm that I really like," I reply shyly, and his smile widens, and he pulls me in closer.
"Well, if my beard makes me look more charming to you, then I'm keeping it forever," he declares and I laugh.
Then, Ace grabs my throat and our lips meet in a quick, passionate kiss. When he turns around to hang his towel, I notice his scratched and red back. I gasp in surprise, catching Ace's attention.
"What's wrong?" He asks with a frown, and I blush furiously.
"I-I...um, does your back hurt?"
"It's a bit sore, but nothing unbearable," he replies and I touch his red skin, and he gets goosebumps. "Why do you ask?" He inquires, and I bite my lip.
"Um, I might've...scratched your back a bit during our, you know," I stammer, feeling embarrassed.
A slow grin spreads across Ace's face as he connects the dots and he chuckles, clearly amused.
"If this is your way of marking me as yours, I guess I'm flattered," he teases, glancing over his shoulder at the marks. "Fuck, sweetheart. You sure know how to leave a mark,"
