Page 26 of Ace's Legacy
"We should go to your bedroom," he murmurs against my neck.
When I open my eyes, he's already shirtless, his cut discarded on a chair. Goddamn, I missed his lean body and defined abs. I run my hands down his hard stomach, stopping at his belt. I grab it and pull him to me as I stand, our lips crashing together in a hungry kiss. We move through my apartment, bouncing off walls and furniture as we make our way toward the bedroom, a chaotic dance of desire.
Once we're in my room, he closes the door behind him and stretches his muscular arms above his head, a display that makes my mouth water. I know what awaits me, and I'm so excited I can feel myself already wet and ready, though he's barely touched me. I climb onto the bed, and he follows, covering my body with his as he pulls off my dress and then my bra. My breasts bounce free, and he kisses a trail from my neck downward, his lips setting my skin on fire.
He continues lower, over my stomach to the waistband of my panties. He presses his lips to each new inch of exposed skin and keeps going, kissing me through the thin fabric, rejoicing in my writhing response.
I'm so horny that I pull down my own panties, unable to wait any longer. His eyebrows raise in surprise, but he doesn't speak, just buries his face between my thighs. His tongue runs along my pussy, lapping at me like he's been starving for water and my juices are the only thing keeping him alive. His hands grip my thighs firmly, holding me in place as I grasp at the white sheets beneath me.
When he finally lifts his head, his mouth is wet, juices trickling down his handsome face.
"Fuck, I missed this," he groans. "Never met anyone whose taste is as sweet as honey."
I should be embarrassed, but I'm too far gone to care. In this moment, nothing exists outside this room—no bikers, no war, nothing but us and the child we've created together.
He goes down on me again, his tongue circling my clit while he curves two fingers inside me, finding that spot that makes me see stars. I love the feeling of his fingers. The perfect appetizer, but not the main course.
Unlike our first time, I'm ready for his cock now. I still remember how he pulled down his jeans that night, how I gasped when I saw him, bigger than anyone I'd been with before.
He finally stops, leaving me panting, my chest rising and falling rapidly while he just smiles. He kisses me deeply, and I taste myself on his lips—tangy, sweet, intoxicating.
"You ready?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
"I've been ready since you started," I confess.
He stands, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them off, tossing them aside. His cock strains against his black briefs, a visible throb that makes saliva pool in my mouth. I reach for him without thinking, my hand extending toward the bulge.
"Not yet," he stops me, and I pout in disappointment.
He grins, hooking his thumbs in the waistband and slowly—too slowly—pulling down his briefs. His cock springs free, thick and hard, and he wraps his hand around it, stroking himself before me. He has never looked hotter…
My protector, my child's father, this man I'm starting to imagine a future with.
He moves over me, and his cock slides in easily, my wetness welcoming him home. He braces himself on his arms, like two pillars on either side of my face, establishing a steady rhythm as our eyes lock. His are fierce and beautiful, intense with concentration as sweat trickles down his hollowed cheeks. His musky, masculine scent fills my lungs, intoxicating me further.
He increases his pace, fucking me harder and faster. I bite my lip, trying to contain the moans threatening to escape. I don't want my neighbors, or worse, Viper, to hear, but Ryan feels too good, his cock filling me completely with each thrust.
He was good our first time, but this is another level entirely. Is it the danger? The knowledge that I'm carrying his child? Whatever it is, he's surpassing every fantasy I've ever had.
He slows suddenly, pulling out, his cock glistening with my wetness. "Get on all fours," he commands, his voice hoarse.
I obey immediately, positioning myself with my ass up, face down, looking back at him over my shoulder. He grips his cock, lining himself up before pushing back inside me. I gasp at the new angle, tilting my head back as he resumes fucking me, one hand grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling gently.
The sharp sting of his hand on my ass sends shivers down my trembling legs. I'm close, so close. I prop myself on one arm, using the other to reach between my legs, rubbing my clit as he pounds into me. The dual stimulation is too much.
I come hard, my body pitching forward as I clutch desperately at the sheets, making a mess beneath me.
But Ryan doesn't stop. He taps my shoulder, urging me to lie flat. I collapse onto my stomach, and he follows, covering my body with his as he continues his relentless pace. Each thrust drives him deeper than before, his hips slamming against my ass. Sweat drips onto my back, mingling with my own.
"Fuck, I'm coming," he warns, his rhythm becoming erratic. "Gonna fill you up..."
My eyes widen at his words. "Please," I whisper, surprising myself with how much I want it.
He comes with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing inside me as he empties himself. The sensation triggers another small orgasm of my own, my inner walls clenching around him, milking every drop.
He collapses beside me, both of us breathing heavily. I trace patterns along the tattoos on his chest, resting my head over his heart, listening to its gradually slowing beat.
"I never thought I could love someone," he says suddenly, his voice quiet in the stillness of the room. "But now I'm having second thoughts."
