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My dress easily fell down my body, becoming a puddle of black fabric at my feet.
I stood in front of him in only my lacy pink lingerie set, sheer white stockings, and black heels.
Ace looked so severe. I almost worried I was causing him pain. His slow perusal of my body was intense and meticulous as he drank in every inch of my skin.
I waited nervously, holding myself back from fidgeting as he focused on my hard nipples and then down to my pussy, both clearly visible through the sheer fabric of my lingerie set.
My skin burned with heat once again. Flushed was becoming my new default.
“Turn,” Ace ordered.
I jumped at the growl, not expecting it.
Realizing how intense he sounded, he quickly added a rough “Please.”
I did as he asked and spun slowly, stopping when my back was to him so he could get an eyeful of my ass.
His breathing stalled when I hooked my thumbs into the lacy beginnings of my thigh-high stocking and bent over to push it down, making sure my legs were spread so that Ace could see how wet I was.
The insides of my thighs were covered in my arousal, and my pussy was clenching by itself, desperate for his touch.
I did the same with the other stocking, moving as slowly as I could, letting them both pool around my ankles before stepping out of my heels and pulling them off completely.
My heart raced when I turned to face him. His massive hand was again wrapped around his even more massive cock, moving up and down, up and down, while he watched me with a starving expression.
All his muscles were straining, and he filled the room with his low growls.
“So,” I started, not sure how to proceed, “how do you like your birthday present?”
Ace’s dark-blue eyes snapped up to meet mine. “How much longer?” He said through clenched teeth.
I blinked. “What?”
“How much longer until I can rip it off you?”
My laugh was strained. So impatient.
Without saying another word, I climbed up on the bed and crawled toward him.
Ace sat still and watched me, although his left fist—the one not wrapped around his huge erection—flexed at his side like he was trying not to grab me.
I settled myself between his legs and sat back on my knees, looking at him through my lashes.
Ace seemed to know what I wanted. He released his cock, letting it slap down against his stomach. I grabbed it instantly and began stroking it the same way he had been doing. Ace’s hip jerked.
My mouth watered. What will he do if I bend down and lick it?
My pussy squeezed at the thought of licking Ace’s cock, again and again, and again.
Sweat dripped down my neck, and a breathless whine escaped me.
“You’re getting hot again, huh, sweet thing?” he said.
I nodded, too busy admiring the curve of his throbbing length between my fingers to give him a real answer. My mind was fixed on what it would feel like when it was finally inside of me.
I bet that curve will hit me in exactly the right spot—
“Doe”—Ace’s ragged voice snapped me out of the stupor—“I think it might be time to let me take over, hm?”
He looked down to where my thumb was swirling around the tip of his erection. I could hear his teeth grinding as he clenched his jaw.
“Why?” I gripped him harder, worried he was going to pull away from me. My uncontrollable arousal spoke for me next: “I want to suck your cock. I want your cum down my throat.”
His hips shot up once again while he sent a quiet prayer up to the ceiling.
I must have been hallucinating because I could’ve sworn I saw Ace’s eyes flash black before returning to their natural blue.
I didn’t have time to worry about it. I needed him in my mouth, to please him and feel him twitch and throb against my tongue. I needed his cum.
Just as I started to bend down, ready to take the head of his cock between my lips, Ace grabbed me by my jaw and stopped me.
I whimpered. No, no, no.
“Hold on there, Doe. Fuck. ~Fuck,” Ace cursed as he looked down at me, taking in my desperate eyes and my hand that still holding his manhood in an iron grip.
“Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but now might not be the best time for you to wrap your sweet lips around my cock, baby.”
I whined again. I didn’t understand. He seemed to be just as eager and desperate as I was. I could feel it under my palm and see it in his face. Why wouldn’t he want it?
“I’ll let you take me down your throat any other time you want. I promise.” He tightened his grip on my jaw and pulled me toward him so I was forced up his body.
With a huff, I begrudgingly released his cock and straddled his stomach.
He put the back of his hand against my sweaty forehead and frowned. “Right now, though, I’d rather take care of you.”
His hard stomach felt amazing under my wet slit. Unable to help myself, I rocked my hips so my clit grazed over his abs, gasping in delight.
“But you already took care of me,” I said. “In the car, remember? It’s my turn.”
Ace moved me down his body just slightly. My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head when his length found a spot between the lips of my soaking pussy, brushing up against my sensitive nub.
The only thing separating us at this point was the thin string of my thong. It felt absolutely wonderful.
“It’s my birthday, remember?” he said gruffly. He thrust his hips with mine to a consistent rhythm. “Don’t you keep reminding me of that? This is all for my birthday, so I get to decide some things.”
The jerk was using my own words against me.
But, then again, who was I to say no to a second orgasm?
“Okay.” I nodded. I honestly didn’t care what happened now as long as he ended up inside me. “I’m done being in charge now.”
Ace let out a loud growl of triumph. The next thing I knew, I was flipped in the air, landing on my back with Ace above me.
I blinked up at him. Sometimes I forgot how strong he was. “You just have to be on top, don’t you?”
“You wouldn’t have it any other way.” He gave me the same boyish grin that made my knees weak.
He swept his hands up the inside of my thighs, gently pushing them apart so he could fit his hips between them. “You look absolutely gorgeous, by the way.”
He played with the elastic at my bikini line. “I need to make sure you know how much I appreciate my birthday present before it ends up in scraps on my floor.”
“Ace. Please,” I gasped, not even sure what I was even asking for. “I need you.”
Never in a million years would I have expected to become a begging mess when I was turned on. I thought I had more class than that. But I didn’t feel embarrassed.
Not with Ace. I felt safe with him.
“I fucking love it when you beg for me.” He rolled his hips against mine, hitting me in the exact right spot. “You know I’ll always take care of you, don’t you, Doe?”