What Is An Ace In Volleyball Novels & Stories

She only blushed. She shook her head. “I’m not having a baby Charlie!!” “Yet.” Ace said with a smirk. He came down with a half-way buttoned up shirt, it was black which matched them all since everyone was wearing a black shirt. He had his hair a little bit wet and his tats on his neck made him irresistible. Plus his smell made her toes curl. Alex, Charlie and Sarah noticed how hot she was becoming as she was looking at her mate to which they only winked at each other.

Knock. No answer. I knocked harder. “Hey, you!” The music got louder. I knocked again, ready to break the one apartment rule on day one. Finally, the door cracked open, and Ace leaned against the frame, grinning like he’d been waiting for me. “Enjoying the concert?” he asked over the thump of the bass. “Turn it down!” I shouted. He cupped his ear. “What’s that? You like it louder?” My jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me right now?”

We continued eating in silence. —-------------------------------- Ace’s POV My wife is attempting to entice me. She's pretty, I have to say; I've always liked petite! She's also troublesome, which I enjoy! On the down low, I don't want a woman who is completely submissive. But since this is Angel, she shouldn't act like my ideal wife—rather, she should act like a payment, the only thing she is to me. Why is she putting in so much effort to pique my interest in her?

I said and grabbed my pencil and went back to the sketch I was drawing for class. “I swear, you won’t regret it, Mark throws the best parties around campus and that’s why many people like him.” “Are you talking about Mark Robinsons? Douche of the year who uses girls and changes them on a weekly basis? That Mark?” Keith waved his hand dismissively, “does it matter?”

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.

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

Ace watched as Bola's FAC completely drained and lost color, from that little information almost anyone could deduce who she was and why they should keep their head down when ever they addressed her. She grinned. It was the Ace effect, Her name had spread across every single city including London, no one knew what she looked like or how old she was all they knew was that ace had power, power that could bring people to their knees quicker than they could speak, even people like Bola Hampton who already had power.

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.

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.”

she thought. Ace swallowed hard as he could now see the jugular vein in her neck pulsing and just below that her breasts heaved with each breath and they looked so soft and inviting. Ace’s eyes deepened as he leaned in and clasped hands with Mj. //