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Emma

When I sit down on one of the couches, I risk being choked by my heart beating faster in my throat. 

At this point, I highly doubt that there isn’t something really wrong with me. 

Excitement wafts through me, drowning every alarm resounding at his bossy demeanour. I bite my bottom lip, deciding that I won’t want to see his reaction when he gets provoked in such a situation. 

I’m set on playing good girl, also because I spend days and years dreaming about us, waiting for him to be able to touch me. 

But on the other hand, I would love to find out. 

Pushing my palms into the soft material, I watch him crouch down in front of me. He grins up at me, making me gulp while waiting for him to say something. 

Time drags itself incredibly slowly around us, and I have to resist the urge to just barge forward and ruin the pleasurable tension he is creating by pressing my lips on his. 

He wraps his hands around my ankles, scooting closer before letting his fingers glide upwards. Inching closer and closer, he traces my skin with his fingertips. 

I am so concentrated on not getting the best of me that I feel like my lungs are going to implode. 

“Relax,” he whispers, making my heart flip. 

Reaching my knees, he parts my legs gently, pushing closer to spread me further. 

He leans in, my breath getting shorter while I watch him glide his hands over my thighs, moving my dress up. 

When his fingers land on my cheeks, squeezing them in relish, he pulls me forward, getting my dress over my hips. 

“Wait… What—” 

My voice fails me at the view of his tongue tracing my inner thigh, travelling from my knee to my core. 

‘I told you to relax.’ His growl echoes through my hazy mind, getting me to loosen the tension I was building up without even noticing. 

The tip of his tongue circles over my skin, a gasp erupting from me when he bites into my lip, causing my core to throb. 

His hum vibrates through me, his lips pressing against my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties. ‘You smell so fucking good. I was going insane just at the thought of tasting you.’ 

“Hurry up then,” I whisper, moving my hips to help him get my panties off me. 

Grabbing my legs, he pulls me closer, laying my knees over his arms. I throw my head back, his thumbs spreading my pussy, causing sparks to make me feel like my skin is about to burst. 

His tongue teases my pussy as he lets it slide up and down along my lips. I moan, enjoying the sparks and his licks while my nub pulsates painfully. 

Just as I think that it couldn’t get more intense, he pushes his tongue into me, separating my folds pleasurably. My chest squeezes when he sucks my clit between my teeth, causing a loud moan to escape my lungs.

He starts licking me slowly, as if I were some ice cream he wants to consume in relish. His circling and kissing in between his kicks make it seem as if he has been waiting to eat me out for ages. He increases the rhythm more and more, and I bury my fingers into his hair, wanting him to get even deeper. 

“Ace!” I scream, not knowing if the fireworks I’m seeing outside the windows are real or if my mind is playing tricks on me. “Yes! Right there!” 

His growl of approval rumbles up my core, jumping from my stomach right to wrap itself around my throat. 

He lets go of my pussy, his fingers moving to bury themselves into my ass cheeks to push my soaking-wet pussy closer to his face. 

The intense feeling of him burying his face between my legs to lick me harder, lifting my hips off the couch, has me shaking in pleasure while I am nearing my orgasm. 

My body struggles in his hold, going into overdrive as the pleasure gets too much to handle, my sensitive clit screaming for a release. 

But Ace doesn’t move by an inch, his frame holding me hostage perfectly for him to make me cum on his tongue. 

The wet tip concentrates on my nub, flicking over it faster. I become a moaning mess, and I close my eyes when I reach my high, leaning my head over the back of the couch. 

I lift my head, still out of breath, while he slows down, licking me from back to front, cleaning me of my juices. 

Putting my hands over my face, I observe him through my fingers as he detaches himself from me with a pleased laugh. “This good, huh?” 

I shake my head, not being able to speak to counter his mocking remark. 

He gets up, putting one knee onto the long chair to tower over me. 

His tongue darting out to lick his lips frees me from the trance his appearance is pulling me in to. 

He looks breathtakingly handsome with the faint light from outside falling onto his face, a single curl falling out of his perfectly combed hair. 

The grin growing on his face shows me that he can read my thoughts through my emotions perfectly. 

My eyes fall onto his hands moving swiftly over the double buttons of his uniform, undoing them. 

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he compliments me, making my heart skip a beat as his fingers reach his belt.