Now undressed, I lay on the bed with my eyes closed and my mouth slightly open as Ace gave my breast a gentle squeeze. Rolling my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The longer he did this, the heavier my breathing got and the more my hips would move, and the wetter my pussy got.
As my eyes opened, he had his tongue shot into my mouth, and I wrapped my arms around him. We explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. Ace slid his hands down my body and gently pulled at my thong. For a moment, it felt like he was hesitating to take them off, then I lifted my hips so he could get the thong over my round ass. He sat up to get my thong off and expose my pussy. My light pink pussy that was almost dripping wet now.
As I lay there with a nervous grin, Ace began to suck on my pussy. I gasped, lifted my hips, and grabbed the back of his head to press his face into my pussy. Ace began sucking and massaging my clit with his tongue. While I held my head and ground my pussy into his face. Ace took off his pants, finally releasing his hard, throbbing cock from its cage.
As I continued to grind and Ace continued to suck, he started to rub my pussy. Using his middle finger, he gently probes the hole that he’s been longing for. My pussy was on fire and dripping as he continued to suck my clit and finger fucked me. My moans were so soft as I continued to grind his face into my pussy.
He started by inserting two fingers inside me, but he could only get two fingers into the second knuckle. He continued sucking my clit as he tried to work both of his fingers into me. I didn’t let go of his head, but I did stop grinding his face as my moans became heavy breathing with almost whimpering gasps when he’d press his fingers into me.
Ace stopped sucking my clit as he focused on getting his fingers into my pussy. I let out a gasp and grabbed his wrist, but instead of pulling his fingers out, I held him in. Even pressed his hand into my pussy a little more.
I lay there with my head tipped back and my mouth gasping as my pussy was spasming, squeezing his fingers. After a couple of seconds, he licked my clit. Then he lifted his head, and we kissed. Our tongues locking. He pulled out his fingers from my pussy and repositioned himself between my legs. He moved his mouth to my breast as he took his cock in his hand, sucking on my nipples while rubbing the head of his cock on my pussy and pressing it against my hole. The tip was starting to go inside me softly, and I let out a soft moan. Ace leaned over and kissed me while pressing and grinding himself inside me. I wrapped both my arms and legs around him, holding him tight against me as we kissed. Between my tight throbbing pussy, squeezing his cock, I could feel Ace getting even harder inside me. He started working slowly inside me.
His cock felt even harder this time as my pussy squeezed it even tighter.
“Am I hurting you?” he whispered softly. “I can tell by the look on your face that I’m hurting you.”
“No,” I muttered. “I’m good... don’t stop.”
I held him tight inside me as my arms and legs remained wrapped around him while my body twitched and convulsed under his. With each twitch, I would let out a mixture of moans, gasps, and whimpers as the feeling his cock filled me with pleasure and pain that swept through my body. My pussy was so tight, and Ace had gone and doubled in size inside my pussy.
“Your pussy feels so good,” Ace said as he melted on top of me with each thrust. “It’s so hot and tight... I love it.”
“Fuck me... F—fuck me... ugh! Fuck me, Ace,” I moaned.
“I can’t hold it anymore... I’m... I’m cumming,” he groaned. As he shot his load inside of me.
Each time his cock twitched, he pumped out cum into my pussy, and it would make my pussy clamp down on it while I let out a loud moan. It felt like I was milking every last drop of cum out of him. When he finally stopped cumming and my body stopped twitching, he collapsed on top of me. We lay there for several minutes, panting and covered in sweat, with his cock still trapped inside my twitching pussy.
When Ace’s cock got soft, he slowly pulled out of me. My pussy was still so tight that his cock came out almost dry, but when the head popped out, his cum poured out of me.
I covered my face with my hands. “Oh my God... am I going to get pregnant?”
He laughed softly. “No... no, Sabrina. You won’t.”
“But you cummed inside me, and that’s the only way to get a girl pregnant,” I snapped, but in a low tone.
He turned to look at me with a soft smile on his face. He wrapped a hand around me. “You won’t get pregnant. I promise. Don’t act like a kid, come on. You’re a big girl. I’m going to get you something, so you don’t have to get pregnant, okay?”
“Okay,” I nodded.
“So...” he brushed a damp strand of hair from my cheek and pressed his lips softly against my temple. “You’re worried again, aren’t you?” he teased gently.
“I... I just—”
“Sabrina, you don’t get it, do you?” His tone softened as his fingers traced lazy circles along my arm. “Don’t look at me like you regret it,” he whispered. “Sabrina, being with you doesn’t feel like a mistake. It feels... right. I don’t care if you think we rushed or if you feel guilty for wanting me. I wanted it too, and I want you.”
“But—”
His arms tightened around me, pulling me against his chest. He kissed the top of my head.
“Sabrina... don’t do that thing where you overthink it. I know you tried to say no, and I swear I would’ve stopped if you didn’t want me.” He lifted my chin up, so I had to meet his eyes. “I really like you, not just your body, I like you. So don’t feel bad for giving in. Please don’t punish yourself.”
He pulled me in for a hug.
“I’ll be leaving now to get you the stuff you’ll take so you don’t have to get pregnant,” he said, rising from the bed. “Wanna come with me?”
“No, I’m good here.”
“Okay then,” he leaned in and pressed a kiss on my forehead. Then he left.
The morning air smelled of jet fuel and crisp dew. The sky was pale blue, brushed with streaks of gold as the sun climbed higher. I stood at the edge of the tarmac, my hand looped through Scott’s arm, as the white jet waited for him with its engines humming softly. His driver had already unloaded his bags. Two men in black uniforms wheeled them toward the plane, their movements almost like it was practiced. Everything about Scott’s life was efficient and unstoppable. Even I sometimes I thought bitterly, though I quickly shoved that thought away. I turned to him, clutching his hand a little tighter. “Three weeks feels too long,” I said softly. Scott’s gaze softened, lines easing at the corner of his eyes. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s business, love. You know I’d rather stay here with you.” “I know,” I murmured, leaning into the warmth of his touch. His cologne lingered in the air. It was woodsy and familiar. He bent down, pressing his forehe
Since that short driving lesson, Ace had changed. It wasn’t subtle either, it was deliberate, obvious, and almost cruel in its silence. He acted like I didn’t exist. No more lingering smirks, no teasing remarks, no sly touches. Not even glances. I thought I’d welcome it. I thought the absence of his boldness would bring me peace. But instead, it was like sitting in a room with a thunderstorm hovering outside the window, quiet for now, but charged with tension, as if something worse might break at any moment. He walked past me in the halls without a word. If our eyes met by chance, he looked right through me, like I was invisible. He hadn’t bothered to acknowledge me, his attention buried in his phone and whatever he did whenever he was in his room. It stung. It shouldn’t have, but it did. And now, here we were, seated around the long dining table, the clink of silverware against porcelain echoing faintly in the vast room. The glow from the chandelier spilled warm light across pol
Scott’s lips pressed gently to my forehead, his warmth lingering even after he pulled back from the kiss. He brushed a thumb across my cheek as if I were fragile like a baby, and for a fleeting moment, I melted into that tenderness. “Enjoy your first lesson,” he said, his voice smooth but purposeful. And then, before I could even beg him not to leave me with Ace, he tossed the car keys neatly to him. Ace caught them effortlessly, his grin spreading slowly and deliberately, like he had been waiting all morning for this moment. Scott’s hand lingered at the small of my back one last time before he turned and walked back inside, the heavy doors of the entrance closing behind him with a resonant thud. I exhaled sharply. Alone with the one person I’m trying to resist. With Ace. “After you,” he said smoothly, dangling the keys for effect as he unlocked the car with a soft click. His tone carried that cocky arrogance, as though the entire world bent for his amusement. I hesitated for a
I had barely set my fork down when Mary appeared again, this time in a flurry. Her apron was askew, her cheeks flushed, and she looked far more hurried than usual. “Miss Sabrina,” she said quickly, “come outside, please. There’s something you must see.” Her tone was urgent but not troubled, if anything, it carried a strange, almost giddy energy. I blinked at her in confusion, napkin still in my hand. “Outside?” I asked, but she only nodded, eyes bright. “Yes, outside. Quickly now.” “Is everything okay?” But she didn't answer. I pushed my chair back, curiosity rising. Just as I got to my feet, the heavy door to the dining room swung open. And in came Scott. He filled the doorway, as he always did, tall and confident, dressed impeccably in a dark, tailored suit. His presence swallowed the room whole, and for a heartbeat, everything else faded. Before I could speak, he crossed to me in three strides, pulled me into his arms, and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft, linger
The first thing I became aware of when I woke up was that the warmth beside me had faded. I stirred, my lashes fluttering open, and my hand instinctively reached out across the bed. The sheets were cool, and I frowned in confusion. Scott wasn’t there. I lay there for a moment, staring at the vast emptiness of the other side of the bed, still tangled in the pale sheets. A sigh slipped past my lips, frustration mixing with a dull ache of disappointment. I had fallen asleep with his body beside mine. And now, he was gone. I sat up halfway, pushing strands of messy hair out of my face, and blinked toward the nightstand where the old-fashioned clock rested. My eyes widened. It was almost noon. A gasp broke out of me, and I clapped a hand over my mouth. Almost noon? I had slept half the day away. I was about to throw the sheets off my body and spring to my feet when a knock came at the door. “Sabrina?” Mary’s gentle voice drifted from the other side. “Are you awake now?” “Yes,” I calle
The car was still humming softly when the silence between us finally settled. We had fucked in the restroom and in the car. My body was still humming too, in ways I couldn’t explain, in ways I didn’t dare think too much about. I was curled against Scott in the backseat, my head resting against his chest, my body aching in ways I didn’t want to think about. I could taste him, still feel the way his hand gripped me. I couldn’t stop smiling. My lips were swollen, my hair a mess, and still I smiled. This strange, dizzying joy that came with the way he kept holding me as if I might disappear. Scott hadn’t said much since. He didn’t need to. His hand remained wrapped around mine, strong and grounding, occasionally brushing his thumb over my skin and the top of my head. He sat back in his seat, his expression unreadable to anyone else. I could see the softness in his eyes. When the car slowed and pulled into the private driveway of his building, reality began to creep back. The driver ann