He growled, a low sound that resonated deep in my chest, as I spoke. Finally, he eased the tension, his fingers tracing a path up my thigh. A spark ignited where his fingertips grazed my skin, a spark that quickly bloomed into a raging fire as he found my wet folds. A moan escaped my lips, raw and uncontrolled. The circles he was rubbing on my clit were pure ecstasy, blurring the edges of my self-control.
Damn it, Hailey, get it together. I scolded myself inwardly. He'll see how desperate you are. You're supposed to be cool, in control. But the pep talk was a wasted effort. The fire was too hot, the craving too intense.
Then, with a swift, almost violent rip, he tore my thong, leaving only my skirt. The sound echoed in the small room, sharp and decisive. Shock momentarily froze me. Did he just...?
His gaze, smoldering with something primal, roamed over my exposed flesh. I felt vulnerable, exposed. But beneath the surface of my apprehension, a thrill surged. I wanted him. God, I wanted him. This was dangerous, reckless even, but in this moment, I didn't care.
He pressed soft, tantalizing kisses against my wetness. A whimper escaped me, followed by a ragged, "F-fuck, Ace, that feels so good..." My words only seemed to fuel him. He smirked against my skin, his tongue a searing brand as he licked and sucked, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
The intensity was overwhelming. I wanted him inside me, wanted to be consumed by him. I was on the precipice, ready to shatter. But then, just as I was about to give in, he stopped.
A frustrated cry caught in my throat. Damn him! He knew. He always knew exactly where my breaking point was, always knew how to push me beyond the edge of reason. Ever since we were kids, he'd held this power over me, this uncanny ability to tease and torment. This wasn't just a prank; it was calculated torture, and I swore, if he didn't let me come soon, I'd strangle him.
"No cumming until I say so. Understand? If you cum before, there will be consequences." His voice was calm, but the steel in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine.
I nodded, a silent plea in my eyes. Part of me desperately wanted to obey, to avoid whatever punishment he had in store. But another, more reckless part of me, was aching with curiosity. What would he do?
He returned to his torment, his tongue teasing my clit, while two fingers slid inside, stretching me, filling me. A whimper tore from my throat. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt. Intense, all-consuming. I clawed at the plush fabric of the couch, trying to anchor myself to reality.
I was so close, teetering on the brink. My body screamed for release, but I held back, waiting for his command.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he relented. "Cum, baby. Cum for daddy," he growled, increasing the pressure, his speed.
My moans grew louder, more frantic, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. The world narrowed, the only reality Ace's touch, Ace's voice.
"Ace!" I screamed, my body arching as I finally shattered. A torrent of pleasure washed over me, stealing my breath, blurring my vision. Tears streamed down my face, tears of pure, unadulterated release. My orgasm finally landed on his fingers.
Everything faded. My eyes fluttered shut, and I surrendered to the wave, allowing him to claim me completely.