Page 114 of Ace My Heart

“Mel, I’m so proud of you,” he whispered in my ear. I turned around to face him, trying to figure out what was safe to say. There were too many things I wanted to say.

Joel didn’t give me a chance to say anything.

His lips crashed into mine and my resolve crumbled.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Getting In Too Deep

Ifelt that kiss everywhere. I gasped and he used that moment to slip his tongue past my lips.

Oh God, the taste of him was like crack! As his tongue tangled with mine, the ache between my legs intensified to the point where I had to break the kiss to pant.

My body curved towards his, pressing against him, his hands slid from my hips to grip my butt. And I coulddefinitelyfeel his dick straining against his shorts urgently where his hips met mine.

He leaned back in to kiss me again, but I turned my head to the side.

“Joel, this isn’t … I don’t think we should …”

“Liar,” he murmured into my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe. An involuntary moan rolled up through my throat.

His hand slid up under my dress and pushed my underwear aside, his finger slipping inside my slick folds. My pussy clenched emptily as he stroked me.

“Yep, definitely lying,” he whispered. He was right, damn him! Was I about to make the biggest mistake of my life?

Stuff it!I thought, dragging his head down, pressing my mouth against his. He responded with a groan, his tongue slipping back into my mouth and sending electric pulses shuddering through me.

“Didn’t I always tell you that one day you’d realise you wantedme?” Joel asked cheekily as he broke our kiss to trail his lips along my jaw.

“Don’t spoil the moment, Joel. Just fuck me.”

He responded by lifting me up off the ground and carrying me into his bedroom.

He sat me on the edge of the bed with surprising gentleness and slipped my dress off over my head. Kneeling on the floor in front of me, he nudged my legs apart and wedged himself between my thighs. He reached around with one hand and unhooked my bra with practised ease, pressing his searing lips to my shoulder as he pulled it off. He leaned back and just … stared at me.

My pussy throbbed as his gaze roved over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, as I sat on his bed wearing nothing but a pair of Dudz. I bit my lip, a moan slipping between my teeth.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his hands sliding over my shoulders, my collarbone, and down the valley between my breasts until his hand rested on my navel. He pushed me gently until I fell back against the mattress and he loomed over me.

I swallowed heavily and reached for his waist, tugging his polo shirt up and over his head, exposing his impressive body, those cut abs. My palms met his skin, my fingertips trailing down the hard planes of his chest and across that washboard stomach, feeling the skin ripple under my touch.

Why hadn’t I just given into this a long time ago?

Damn it, Joel had been right! He’d known all along that I was fighting a losing battle against my own desire for him. He’d known it even before I did.

Joel’s hungry gaze devoured me. He pressed the significant length of his body against me, and I gasped as I felt the pressure of his cock on my thigh. My pussy clenched again, wetness soaking my underwear. His mouth found mine, tongue teasing mine, teeth nipping at my bottom lip.

His fingers found my nipples. He caressed them with his thumb, then gave them a pinch, earning a squeak of pleasure from me. He broke away from my mouth, kissing down my chest, towards one cupped breast. His fingers were replaced by his mouth, his tonguelaving, flicking, his teeth grazing to a point where pleasure became almost painful.

He slid a hand down my belly, tugging at the waistband of my underwear. I lifted my hips obligingly and he pulled them down my legs and off. His own shorts and trunks followed, and I gasped as I looked down and caught a glimpse of his thick length as it bobbed against his stomach.

“You like what you see, Mel.” It wasn’t even a question; he knew he was a near perfect specimen of manhood. I responded by reaching down and grasping him, stroking that stunning cock. It jerked in my hand and I panted, giving him a squeeze. I grinned as he choked out a moan, thrusting into my hand.

“This isn’t how I …” he began, then stopped. I wondered what he’d meant to say, but before I had a chance to ask, his lips, his tongue, were teasing my mouth again.

His hand cupped my pussy, his fingers dipping into my dripping entrance, then out again, circling my wetness over my aching clit. I gasped and let my legs fall wider.

Joel ground the heel of his palm against my clit, his fingers thrusting into me. One, then two, stirring me.

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