Page 129 of The Fire We Make

Ace grunted, dragging the swollen head of his dick up and down from her clit to her opening.

Joy’s breath hitched and she writhed beneath him in search of him but he kept what she wanted just out of reach.

“Say it,” he demanded through clenched teeth. His own control was slipping but he’d deny them both until she complied. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Her nails dug into his arms. “I’m yours,” Joy mumbled.

Ace slapped his heavy dick against her clit. “Say it like you mean it,” he ordered.

“I’m yours,” Joy gasped, so turned on she was damn near in tears.

“Good girl,” he groaned. The praise sent a sharp pulse of pleasure through her that had nothing to do with where their bodies touched.

Ace’s eyes darkened. He lowered until they were chest to chest and his forehead pressed to hers. His voice dropped lower as he spoke. “No more hiding from me, Rose,” he said as he nudged himself into her opening. “You can run, but I’ll always chase you.”

Joy shivered at his words unsure if they were a threat or a promise.

She didn’t have time to contemplate it before pain and pleasure blended together as she stretched to accommodate his size.

“Fuck,” they moaned in unison.

Ace didn’t move, just sitting there as she acclimated to his size and he acclimated to her wet heat gripping him.

When he finally moved, he was slow. Deliberate.

Joy had anticipated rough. A coming together that was hot and frantic with the months of built up desire exploding out of them in a fiery blaze.

That wasn’t what had happened though. This was… worse.

This unraveled her.

Despite her whines of protest, Ace took his time, his hips moving to deliver slow strokes that forced her to remain present and feel every inch of him.

Her nails scored his back as he dug into her depths, his strokes keeping their pace but increasing in force.

“You feel so fucking good,” Ace’s voice rumbled against her ear.

He thrusted again and landed right on the spot that made Joy cry out in intense pleasure.

“Mhm,” Ace groaned like he’d found the pot of gold. “There it is.”

He stayed right there, continuously pounding the spot that made her gush more for, hitting his target flawlessly each time. Joy was so overwhelmed with pleasure, she tried scooting away to lessen the blows but Ace wouldn’t turn her loose.

When she scooted, so did he. When she clawed at the sheets trying to move, he moved with her.

He followed her. Matched her. Refused to let her retreat as he drove her closer to the edge.

Never losing the rhythm of his stroke and never missing his target.

Joy was climbing the walls but she didn’t want it to stop.

“What I tell you about that running?” Ace grunted into her ear. “Take this shit, Rose. Take all this pleasure I’m trying to give you.”

Joy relaxed and for the first time, did as he said. She laid there, limbs wrapped around him as she surrendered to the pleasure, taking everything he gave her.

“There you go,” Ace praised. “That’s my girl.”

The words made her tighten around him.