Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“Ace…” I growled. He snapped his eyes down to me in alarm. I released a slow breath. “Baby, if you don’t start stretching me soon, I might combust instead of you.”
He laughed softly but reached into my nightstand anyway, grabbing the lube. I spread my thighs for him, holding them back as he slid between my legs. His breathing quickened as he dragged his eyes over the most intimate parts of me, licking his lips. “I’ve never…” He looked up at me. “I’ve only ever put something inside myself.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Was he trying to kill me?
“It’s no different,” I assured him. “You know how I stretch you out, baby?” He nodded. “Stretch me just like that, sweet boy.” Seeing him so nervous just about undid me, but the fact that he felt safe enough to be vulnerable with me like this after what he’d just gone through almost brought me to tears.
I wanted to forever be his safe space.
I groaned when he pressed one slick finger inside me, and he sucked in a sharp breath, his other hand gripping my thigh as he sank it deeper and deeper inside of me. My neck arched, my head pressing back into the mattress. Jesus Christ, I’d been missing out. And I was so glad I had been because that made this moment with Ace that much more special.
“Am I doing okay, Papa?” Ace quietly asked, peering up at me through thick lashes.
I nodded. “So good, sweet boy. Add another. I have a high pain tolerance,” I assured him when he looked at me worriedly.
He followed my instructions, easing his finger out and adding another. Within a few minutes, he had me stretched to what I deemed enough, and then, he was pressing against me, his hand trembling where it resting against the back of my thigh. I kept my eyes on his face, watching his expression as he watched himself slide into me.
We both moaned. He choked on a gasp, his fingernails biting into my flesh, though I barely felt it through the exquisite burn of him sliding inside of me and the bars along his cock gliding along my inner walls.
“F-F-Fuuuuck,” Ace whimpered, shuddering, his eyes rolling back. “Papa. Fuck. Too good. You,” he managed to open his eyes to look at me, “feel sooo good.”
“So do you, baby,” I rasped, releasing my legs to wrap them around his narrow hips. “You feel so good inside me, sweet boy. So fucking perfect.”
He eased out and pressed back in. It took him a minute to find a rhythm that worked for him, and then, he was pounding into me, choked little whimpers and moans falling from his lips as he wrecked my hole, pegging my prostate with every sure stroke. I gripped his hips, my fingertips pressing into the curve of his ass as I clung on, my balls quickly drawing up tight.
Gritting my teeth, I ground out, “Gonna come, baby. Gonna—fuuuuuck,” I snarled, my cum spurting over my belly.
“Papa!” Ace cried out right before his cock pulsed inside me and his hips fell off rhythm. Tears ran down his cheeks as he filled me up. I pulled him to me, swiping the tears off his cheeks. When he’d emptied himself, I flattened him on top of me and cuddled him close, not caring that his cum was leaking out of me and all over the bed.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” I peppered kisses all over his pretty face, clutching him close to me as he wailed and sobbed against my chest. “I love you, baby. Always. Forever. So damn much.”
“It was so perfect, Papa,” he sobbed, his words choked and breathy. “Thank you. I n-needed that.”
I tipped his chin up and covered his mouth with mine, kissing him hard and deep. He gripped my chest hair, tugging subconsciously. Pain sliced through my skin, but I barely felt it.
“I love you,” I whispered against his mouth.
He granted me a beautiful, watery, wobbly smile. “I love you, too, Papa,” he croaked.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ace
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
I jerked my head around to stare at the man behind me. His long, salt-and-pepper hair was tied back into a ponytail at the base of his neck, and he was wearing a stained, ratty, ball cap. He lifted a cigarette to his lip and lit it, eyeing me like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“When boss man said he thought someone might be lurking, I thought he was fucking just sending me to do something to get me off my ass.” He crouched in front of me. “Maybe he wasn’t bullshitting me after all, huh, Ace?”
He knew my name. He knew my actual fucking name. This wasn’t good. This meant the club had been found out. This meant everyone at home was at risk.