What Is Ace In Volleyball Novels & Stories

Only with Ace, the peak of explosions and burst of colors that had me inside clenching him, milking him. “Now, amore,” Ace kept his gaze on me as I screamed his name. Abiding by his wish not to close my eyes, keeping my gaze with his. “Fuck… so beautiful,” with every shake of his body as he spilled himself inside me, it felt like I was coming all over again. Like we are making love again and again.

I deliberately hit the ball hard at him, making him try too hard to catch it, landing awkwardly and twisting his ankle in the process. The atmosphere changed drastically after Ace fell to the ground. I stood at the side of the court, racket still in my hand, while Sera immediately ran over to Ace. Her gaze pierced me from afar, filled with anger that she could no longer hide. “Are you serious right now, Damon?” exclaimed Sera, her voice full of emotion, almost shaking as she turned to me. “What the hell was that?” I just shrugged, letting my racket fall to the ground. “It's called a serve, Sera. Maybe he should've been ready.”

His hands gripped my ass, spreading me open as he lowered me slowly onto his thick cock. The new angle made everything feel deeper. Gravity helped him sink all the way in until my clit ground against his pelvis. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. He was so big like this, filling me completely, stretching my walls in ways that made my eyes roll back. “Fuck yes,” Ace growled, starting to bounce me on his cock. Not gentle. Each upward thrust drove him deep while his hands controlled the drop, making my tits bounce heavily against his chest. The wet slap of skin filled the room every time my ass met his thighs.

Ace said as my breathing got hard, my head falling on the sheets when he released me. Ace moved my legs back to the former position and I gasped when I felt something cold and round enter inside me. He must have put a metal ball inside me and I cried out when I felt another one enter me making me grip the sheet as well as my legs. Ace put two of his fingers inside my mouth and had my tongue rolling around the cold ball in my mouth till his fingers and the ball was coated in my drool. I was still breathing hard when he placed the wet ball on my nipples making my legs grip the sheets tighter as I cried out.

Chapter 2. Subtitle: Kevin ace Kevin Ace, the only male grandchild and heir of the ACE group of companies is a prominent and well known name in the business field, every ceo, manager, and business worker most have heard of the name ACE either in articles, news or in person. There is not much to say about him because he is a straight forward and Frank cold man who doesn't show any emotion and likes to dish out orders to his employees who have to carry them out while murmuring.

Tony held my arm, but I shook it off. I was so pissed. I have never been pissed in this game all my life, but these idiotic players were on another level, they seemed to be getting on my nerves. "Blame it on yourself, who was the last one who lost a point? You can't even serve, and you call yourself a volleyball player?" She laughed. I was about to take Abigail by her collar when someone tall stood in between Abigail and me. "Gail, this is a team sport. Get along well,” Ace spoke in a calm manner but there was something about his voice that seemed sharp. It felt like a threat instead of some advice.

"Let's go then." A football court was nearby and some boys were playing in it. "Excuse me," Ace called. "Do you mind if I join a team? My girl would like to watch me play." Everyone smiled and Catherine covered her face with her palm. "Who would refuse Ace Hampton? Of course you are welcome to join us." One if the boys said. Ace peeled off his shirt from his body and hand and towards Catherine who was already sitting at the bench. He placed the shirt on her hands and squatted down in front of her so that they were at a eye level. "Wish me good luck."

Erik squinted at him. "You're being unusually elusive. Spill." Ace sighed. "He lost points on the dismount." Vince cringed quietly. Ace caught it. "Too much? I'm trying to keep things coded in deference to your delicate heterosexual sensibilities," Ace said. Olive looked at Vince with a face full of question. "It was the word mount," Vince finally said. "Brought up ... images." Olive patted his knee. "Poor boy. Suck it up."

I didn’t know how long I’d stood in the same spot staring at him like a dummy while watching him as he smokes his cigarettes, but same way I was sure he had taken in all of my features to his satisfaction, I had also done same until I’d shamelessly ran my eyes all over his body: His blue eyes could get you lost in it—his great physique and broad tattooed chest exposed under the three unbuttoned buttons of his black shirt, and then, the sleeves of his shirt that were rolled up to his elbow bringing to sight the tattoos from his elbow down to his wrist had done nothing but to add to his undeniable beauty. He looked too good to bear the name, ‘Vincenzo Ace.’ His expression was blank and the onl

I asked. "Ace is stronger than four of them combined," she said and growled. "I'd choose them. But I don't think I can actually defeat them at all." "Let's try," I told her, and I braced myself when I saw Ace dash straight at me. He actually jumped and spun, kicking me on the head with a spinning kick. It was fast but knowing exactly where his leg was going to land, I raised both my hands and caught it. I felt my knees buckle.