Chapter 88 DEATH
AMARA'S POINT OF VIEW.
My legs trembled from the force of our orgasm, my ass was slick with his cum on it, as I tried to regain my breathing, and reconnect with the world again. But like Ace always does, I never get a moment of respite, especially when he’s this mad.
He flips me around so we’re facing each other, before getting on his knees so his face is against my pussy. He wraps my legs around his face, making my entire weight lean on him, as I try to find something to grab onto quickly.
“You were gonna see some guy with my pussy uncovered….so you know what papi’s gonna do? I’m going to feast tonight, and you’ll take it like the good girl you are, won’t you?”
I nod, his dirty words sending even more waves of arousal through me.
“Good girl.” He says, and next thing I know, he latches onto my clit, sucking on it with his fingers, thrusting in me. I sob out loud, grabbing onto his hair, and digging his face even deeper inside my pussy.
“Fuck, Ace.” I moan, tears running down my cheeks, as his tongue replaces his fingers, impaling my pussy with his hot tongue. He laps up my juices; the sound of him slurping and groaning fills the room with an erotic and obscene feel.
“Ace, I swear, I’m going to fucking squirt if you keep doing that.”
“You want that, don’t you? You think he’s ever going to fuck you like I do….hell, you think I’ll let him ever get so close to you that he’ll have a fucking finger on you? Hmm, vixen?”
I sob, as his finger thrusts grow torturously slow, until my inner thighs tremble against him from the force of my with held orgasm.
“Ace, please.” I sob, staring into his dark eyes, but he’s not having it. His dark eyes stare back at me with nothing short of possessiveness inside them, his lips pulled in a thin line.
“Will you go there tomorrow?” He asks, and I sob because he knows I have to.
“Please, you know I have to be there….it’s not like I have a fucking choice.” My tears roll down my cheeks at this point, and I wonder how I look to him right now. My pussy was drenched and slick with my arousal, turning my inner thighs messy, my dress bunched up to my hips, my hair all over the place, and tears rolling down my cheeks.
“Say you won’t go, and I’ll let you come.”
He’s evil….he’s so fucking evil.
“Ace, please don’t do this. Please let me come, please, I can’t take it.” I plead, grinding my pussy over his fingers in a bid to come. He doesn’t like that, because he withdraws his fingers, and smacks my clit three times.
“You’ve been too much of a bad girl lately. First, you’re going to see some other fucker called a fucking fiancé, second, you’re dressed in this fucking contraption of a dress, looking nothing like the vixen you really are, and third, you were going to go with my pussy unclothed to see him. You think you deserve to come?”
“Ace, please.”
“Have you been a good girl?”
“No.”
“So tell me why you deserve to come.”
“Because..”
“Because what?” His tongue is back inside my pussy again before I can even talk, as he flicks my clit. My hips bunch off the wall from the force of my pleasure, my pussy digging into his face, as my hips move involuntarily, my screams bouncing off the walls.
My eyes widen as I slap my hand over my mouth to silence myself.
He looks up immediately, his lips not leaving my clit as he stares at me. “You want to silence yourself, baby?”
“They’ll hear us.”
“I want you to scream loud enough for the fucking stars to hear you.” He commands, his eyes not even giving room for negotiation.
“Ace, please, my father’s staff….they’re downstairs, and they’re probably asleep. If they waks up because of us….i’ll be in trouble.”
“You want to come or not?”
“Yes.”
“So scream.”
He commands, and next thing I know, he’s placing me back on my feet and throwing me on my bed. I barely get a moment to collect myself, because he places me on my knees, arches my back so my ass juts out, and next thing I know, he’s fucking me again.
“Oh! Ace, yes, Papi!!!” I scream, unable to control myself. Not when his fingers are brushing my clit like that, not when his cock fucks me so deliciously that my inner thighs grow slicker until my arousal leak onto the bed, not when my tears are rolling down my cheeks, and I’m fighting to not fucking explode all of my juices all over him.
“What’s my name?”
“Papi.”
“What was that?” My ass stings from the force of his smacking.
“Papi!!!! Oh fuck, I’m coming!! Ahhh!” I scream, falling into the pillow as my juices explode all over him, and my legs tremble against him.
“Yes, baby. Come for Papi. Give Papi all you’ve got.” He grunts behind me, before his balls tighten, and next thing I know, he’s shooting ropes of seed inside me again.
He falls into bed beside me, and watches me as I try to regain my breathing.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, caressing my cheeks softly, and even though he’s just fucked me into oblivion, even though my pussy is raw from his fucking, and my ass is slick with his come, I feel shy, my cheeks tinting slightly pink.
“Ace…” I whisper, trailing off as sadness fills my heart at what I have to do tomorrow. I have to sit beside my father as he presents me to a guy I don’t know, and don’t want to be with.
“Don’t go.” He whispers, his eyes almost…pleading.
I look away immediately, choosing to stare at the ceiling instead.
“You know I can’t do that. I don’t have a choice in the matter.”
“If you go, I can’t promise that I’ll be sane tomorrow, Amara. You’ll have to see a side of me that you don’t understand.”
“Ace….don’t do anything, okay? We’ll come up with a plan or something, but please, don’t do anything.”
He doesn’t say anything for some time, brushes my cheeks softly, before kissing my forehead.
Before he could say anything, my television crackles with the voice of a reporter;
“Bbreaking news, it has just been confirmed, that the Duke, Phillip Kingswell, is dead. His body was found with multiple wounds from what is suspected to be a high-end robbery on his way home, and the doctors say there was no way for him to make it. We’ll be praying for his family in this tragic time.”
“Isn’t that Theo’s father?” I asked, but Ace isn’t paying attention; he’s just staring at me. After some time, he gets up, puts on his clothes, and walks to my balcony.
“See you tomorrow, Vixen.”
Before I can say anything else, he jumps from my balcony, sending me into a frenzy over what he might do at dinner tomorrow.