Page 130 of The Fire We Make

Ace groaned. “Damn. You like when I tell you how good you’re doing?”

Joy shook her head too quickly.

Ace chuckled against her neck. “Liar.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re taking me so well, Rose.”

Joy’s back arched and a whimper slipped from her lips.

Ace’s chuckle became a strained groan. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Joy didn’t have time to be embarrassed before her first orgasm crashed over her like a wave.

“Adonis,” she cried out, her head filled with nothing but his name, calling it over and over like a chant.

Adonis.

Adonis.

Adonis.

“Let go, baby. Give it to me. I got you Rose, give it to me,” he urged her between kisses.

“Fuck,” Joy arched into him as her legs shook and spine tingled.

He stroked and talked her through it, but Joy’s mind was foggy and her ears sounded like they were underwater, her soul fighting to stay connected to her body.

When she finally came down, Joy pushed him back, suddenly needing control.

He let her have it.

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, obliging her silent demand. He moved without resistance as he settled on his back against the pillows.

Joy swung her leg over him, lowering slowly onto the thick pole that shined with her release.

He watched as she mounted him, one hand settling on her waist, not to control but to feel.

Joy moaned as she began to move, rising and falling on her feet until she reached a rhythm that made both of their eyes roll.

“Yeah,” he breathed, a grin breaking through as he tipped his head back. “Just like that baby.”

Joy’s hand slid around his neck as she moved over him.

He grinned, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth. When Joy squeezed, she felt the vibration of his groan against her palm.

A rush of power coursed through Joy as she watched this larger than life man submit to the pace she set and take the pleasure she gave.

“There you go,” Ace praised through clenched teeth. “Take what you need.”

His praise only spurred her on, her movements growing more confident. Ace’s grip tightened as he raised his hips in time with her, meeting her stroke for stroke.

The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping and their harmonized moans.

“Don’t stop,” Ace grunted. “Don’t fucking stop until you wet my dick up again.”

As if on his command, another orgasm welled up. Joy collapsed against his solid chest as it overtook her and he continued pounding into her from below.