I Blame Wattpad for My High Expectations of Men

Chapter 55 - Over my dead body!

~Flashback Continued~

~Five Days Later - Friday, February 24, 2017~

"Fuuuccckkk," Ace groans as I take my final rides. "Baby," he pants out, his fingers digging in my thighs as I feel him just about ready to explode. "Baby, I can't hold it in any longer."

"I'm so close. Just a few more seconds," I plead, panting along with him, my pace increasing with each one of his thrusts.

"Lolllaaa, I physically ca-" My climax cuts him off, the two of us instantly erupting inside each other -him in the condom and I all around him- at the exact same time. I slide off him and land right next to his short-winded body, my very own in no better state than his. "Fuck," Ace breathes out. "That round's got to be in our top ten for sure."

"I second that."

        Chuckling, we turn to our sides to face each other, his perfectly imperfect smile making me fucking swoon even more than his rasped morning voice has the capability of doing. He places a strand of my hair behind my ear, his pointer finger trailing down my face and neck to trace the outline of my left breast moments later.

        And the fact that he's looking at me dead in the eye as he does this isn't making things any easier for my recently combusted lady parts.

"What?" I ask him after some time. He shakes his head.

"Nothing," he responds, one side of his lips curled up in a sly smirk.

"You sure about that?" I question with a smirk of my own. "Because that look on your face says otherwise."

"What look?" He asks me as he wraps his arm around my waist, flushing our chests together. His smirk never falters.

"Seriously?" I cock an eyebrow. "You want to play that game?"

Chuckling, he buries his face in the crook of my neck, instantly making all the hairs on my skin rise when I hear him inhale my scent.

"I just don't want to take any day with you for granted, that's all." His other hand comes down to the back of my head, entangling itself in my natural curls. "So, forgive me if I act like a creep sometimes, wanting to memorize every damn spot on your gorgeous face."

"You?" I scoff humorously. "Actually apologizing for checking me out? Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?"

"Yeah," he breathes down my neck before leaning back to look at me again, "those words sounded just as corny out loud as they did in my head." That confession, nevertheless, earns him a smile from me. "But for what it's worth," he then tells me, his hand resting on my cheek, "I meant every word. You have no idea how many times I found myself wanting something that I couldn't have when it came to you. Even before our first hookup, I wanted you -fuck, did I want you- but I couldn't risk it with Ryan always lurking around and watching my every move." I trace his sharp jawline with my finger.

"So, what's different now?"

"I told you before, the only thing worse than losing my freedom is losing you...and now that you know absolutely everything, it gives me all the more strength to finally get this shit over with once and for all. I've been able to handle Ryan the responsible way all this time, but now that you're by my side, I know I've got this. I can feel it."

"Yeah?" An enormous grin, that I don't even bother hiding, plasters itself on my face.

"Yeah," Ace confirms, giving me a single peck on the lips.