He ran his hands over her ass, smirked, and slapped it. She yelped, and Ace thrust three fingers into her before she could say anything. Emma gasped as her legs buckled since Ace had caught her off guard.
Emma clutched onto the fabric, and Ace slapped her ass once more. She yelped louder, and he pulled her off the chair. He seated himself on the edge, turning them toward the mirror. He held her in front of him for a second before he pulled her backward.
She fell into his lap, and Ace pulled her up just enough to center his cock into her pussy. Emma slid down, and she gasped loudly.
Her hands gripped the chair tightly, and her pussy tightened around Ace's cock. Ace growled, holding her hips painfully still. Neither was ready to move.
He should have gone slow, but he couldn't. She was so wet that it was rolling down her thighs. He wanted her and hardly knew how to take it slow. He had done well until now.
"Fuck me," Emma said, watching him in the mirror. "Fuck me, please."
Ace expected her to wait. He expected her to curl up and be embarrassed. But she wasn't. She was eyeing him in a lusty glaze, her chest rising at falling in an even rhythm.
Ace tightened his grip on her hips, narrowing his eyes at her, "I'll fuck you, Emma. But how do you want it?"
She blinked, processing his words. After a second, she spoke up, "Fuck me like you'll never fuck again."
Ace pulled her up and plunged into her. Emma's head rolled back, and she cried out, a hot moan twisted with a gasp.
He held her, forcing her to look in the mirror. He didn't stop, either. He fucked Emma just as she asked. He fucked her like he was never going to fuck again. He wanted to hit every inch of her, every part of her, until there was nothing left.
He watched her breasts bounce and the way she tried to hold onto the chair. He snapped his eyes back to her, seeing she had closed them once more.
"Emma," he growled, "Look in the mirror."
She snapped her eyes open, and he gave her a smile. "Watch just how far my cock goes into you and watch how your body loves it."
Her eyes drifted down, seeing his cock thrust into her, forcing Emma higher. Ace slid a hand down, working her clit.
She watched as his thumb rolled over her clit, forcing her legs to shake. Her eyes followed the way his cock slid in and out of her, and her juice covered them both. Both their voices had twisted into one large gasp after another.
He sped up, feeling she was close. He was close himself, knowing that this would soon be over.
"Oh, God," Emma moaned, and all so quickly, she tightened, orgasming hard over Ace's cock. Ace thrust up and came hard into her.
He held her in place, allowing her to rest against his chest. They both sat for a moment, trying to catch their breath.
Emma looked up at Ace and gave him a soft smile. "You were right," she said. "I did enjoy watching."
Chapter13
Emma
Emma woke up to the sound of heavy fists slamming against her front door. For a moment, she thought that it was a dream. Then again, she thought her night of sexy lovemaking with Ace was also a dream.
It grew louder and louder, springing her up from the mattress. She looked next to her, seeing the beautiful hulk of a man sleeping next to her. She felt anxious, wondering if what she had done was wrong.
But lord, it had felt so right.
The banging on the door didn’t stop, so Emma rose from the bed and put on some loose pajamas. She sauntered to the front door, hoping Ace wouldn't wake. She had pulled the curtain closed that separated the bed from the rest of the room, giving a semblance of privacy, though she rarely used it.
She took a glance through the peephole and immediately felt her gut begin to stir like someone had poured hot oil down it.
She took a deep breath and flattened out her pajamas, forcing a welcoming smile on her face.
When Emma whipped open the door, standing there was Don Fontana, her great-uncle, along with two nasty-looking henchmen.
The man had a resemblance to the classic Godfather look, except he was taller, and his hair had gone completely pure white instead of gray. It was still slicked back, of course, and he held his hands in front of a protruding belly like he was afraid it was going to burst.