Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 146605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he growls. “I’m going to spank your ass again. I’m not ready to come.” He slips his hand between us, his fingers going to my clit as he keeps thrusting. I release my hold on him to reach up and grab the headboard. “Need you to come for me. Clamp down on me again. Show me how much you get off on me being inside you, taking what I want.”
“Ahh!” I cry out. My whole body locks up around him as the orgasm hits me hard.
“I’m going to come inside your pretty little cunt, and you're going to take every drop of me.” Ace groans my name loudly, an inhuman sound coming from deep inside of him. He jerks as his warmth spills deep inside of me.
He keeps moving inside of me, but his pumps are shallow now as to drag out both of our pleasures. I swear when he groans again that more of his cum leaks inside of me. I have to admit that I love that I make him act this way. That he’s so desperate to have me that it brings out a different side of him.
“Faith.” He breathes my name, burying his face in my neck. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close. His warm breath tickles my skin. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I say back. “All of you. Every part.” I want to make sure he doesn’t try to hide this side of himself from me again.
He nips my neck, making my pussy clench around him. A grunt comes from him. “That’s real fucking good, Kitten. You’ve let the beast out, and there is no going back now.”
“Never,” I agree. I freaking love that Ace has this dirty side to him no one will ever know about. It’s all mine. Only I can pull this out of him. I make him resort to his baser needs.
This beast is all mine.
10
ACE
Faith sleeps in my arms. My breaths are in sync with hers. I should be knocked out cold. We went at it off and on all through the night. There wasn’t much sleep going on. I’d also been up early the day before getting my shit sorted out to get back home. But for some reason I’m restless.
I know deep inside it’s because I’ve broken my word to our parents. It shouldn’t bother me, but I don’t care for people being disappointed in me. In saying that, I wouldn’t change last night for anything. And there is nothing that will ever keep me from her again.
I guide my fingers up and down her bare back. I’d all but snapped before I’d gotten back to her yesterday. Seeing her in that coffee shop with that guy studying was the last straw. I was done with all the bullshit. Like I told Faith, she’s mine, and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want when it comes to the two of us. I’m not involved in anyone else’s relationships. They can all stay the hell out of mine.
My phone lights up, letting me know the movers are here. Slowly, I slip out of the bed, making sure not to wake Faith in the process. I pull on a pair of jeans and a shirt quickly. When I come out of the closet, Faith is wrapped around my pillow. I grab the blanket, pulling it over her before I exit our bedroom, shutting the door behind me. It takes everything I have to leave her alone in that bed. But knowing that getting this done means I’ll be waking up with her in it from now on helps.
I run my hand down my face, smiling when I smell Faith still on my fingers. I carried her into the bath sometime in the night, wanting her to soak so she wouldn’t be too sore. But fuck me. Faith was greedy. I got her off in the bathroom before I took her back to bed. I woke up an hour later with her mouth around my cock.
I wasn't a strong enough man to tell her to stop when she released me from her mouth to climb up my body and slide down on my cock. She looked so damn beautiful as she rode me. My cock starts to harden again at the memory. I adjust myself before I open the front door.
“You can put everything over here,” I tell the movers.
I sent a crew over to pack up her stuff this morning. I gave Whitney a heads-up beforehand. I know she handled a few of the boxes for Faith. Her panties and such. Anything that was personal.
“What’s going on?” Faith comes walking down the long hallway toward the living room, rubbing her eyes. Everyone turns to look her way. She only has my shirt on. It fits her like a dress, the bottom hitting just above her knee, but fuck me does she look sexy as hell right now. She screams well fucked. I have no doubt she’s these two fuckers’ wet dream.