ACE: Las Vegas Bad Boys

by Frankie Love

  I wrap my arms around her, her legs between mine.

  I kiss her chocolatey lips softly. And then again, harder this time, because I just want to devour her. “You feeling better now?”

  “I feel like a million bucks.”

  “That’s just chump change, baby.”

  She smacks me. “Not a good joke. Money stresses me out.

  “You’re the one describing yourself with a monetary value,” I point out.

  “Shit, you’re right,” she says. “Well, fuck it. I do feel like a million bucks. I feel so good. I think the hospital was slowly killing me, which is actually pretty fucked up.”

  “I’m glad being here with me feels right.” My cock grows hard again, and damn, I need to be inside this woman. I push back the robe she wears, and cup her tits, massaging them gently.

  Emmy Rose sighs contentedly. Her back arches as she unties the robe completely, letting it fall away. She is naked before me—her soft skin, her curvy body, all of it so perfect.

  “This feels so right,” Emmy says, smiling, as I run my hands over her thighs, squeezing them before pushing them farther apart. Her pussy is so sweet and pink, and I get on my knees so I can kiss her folds properly.

  After the last twenty-four hours she’s had, she doesn’t need anything rough. She needs to be taken care of.

  I can fucking do that.

  My tongue flicks across her opening, already loving the sweet juice she releases. Her hands run through my hair again, and I know she loves the way my tongue fucks her, because she pushes my face deeper into her pussy.

  I roll around her clit, the perfect little spot that is on fire, nice and round and throbbing. I suck it nice and fast, and Emmy fucking needs this, because she is quickly pouring her pussy juice all over my mouth, her hands grabbing at my hair as she holds on for dear life.

  I press in two fingers, loving that I have a woman who gets so wet, so fast. Emmy’s pussy loves to show me what it likes.

  And she likes me, a few fingers deep, pressing against her walls, causing her to clench her pussy lips uncontrollably. She rolls her body forward, edging off the counter.

  “Ace, I need to have you in me. I need you closer. Take me to bed.”

  I stand, picking her up off the counter, her legs wrapped around my waist, my cock nice and hard under her ass. My arms would carry her anywhere, but the fact that the place she wants to be most in the world is in my bed, with me besides her, makes me feel like a fucking man.

  Emmy Rose isn’t going anywhere.

  I set her on the bed, knowing I’ll call Denise later and cancel my motherfucking plans to the resort. The helicopter ride. Emmy doesn’t want those things. Emmy wants to feel safe, secure, and if that’s already happening in my home, I’m not fucking that up by taking her anywhere else.

  I have nothing to prove.

  Emmy Rose is kneeling on my bed, her thighs slick with her wetness, her eyes on my cock.

  “Lie down, Ace,” she says, and then she jumps off the bed, surprising me. I just carried her in here.

  Her eyes dance with excitement, though, and I don’t mind watching her little ass and perfect tits bounce as she runs to the kitchen.

  I lie down on a pile of pillows, feeling like a goddamned king.

  She comes back in, eyebrows raised seductively.

  “I was still a little hungry.” She shakes the can of whipped cream and sprays some in her mouth.

  I can’t help but laugh. I did not see that coming.

  Emmy gets on the bed, on her knees, and I run my hand over her soft ass. Smack her gently. She giggles, and I love that she isn’t as tense as she was before.

  She shakes the can again, hard, and sprays the cream on the tip of my cock like it’s a fucking crown.

  And then she bends over and begins licking it all off.

  EMMY

  Ace has such a massive cock that it might be intimidating for some woman.

  But I’m not any woman.

  I’m realizing that, somewhere in the space of a week, I have become his. His woman.

  And I like that.

  And not just because of the cock—which, yeah, that is a bonus. But also because he can work me over body and soul.

  I spray more of the whipped cream on his ten-inch rod, and run my tongue over all of him as one hand caresses his balls gently. Using my lips, I lightly squeeze his length, then I kiss and lick him, too.

  Then I take one ball at a time in my mouth, loving the way it makes my pussy throb as I fill my mouth with him.

  He likes it, too, because he lifts my leg over his waist, so I’m straddling him backwards. My ass is in the air as I bend over him, but I don’t care. I know he likes it, by the way he runs his hands over my bottom, down to my pussy.

  I take him into my mouth as far as he can go, five inches deep, and I wrap my lips around his shaft nice and tight so no air can escape. I want to suction my mouth to his cock as I suck him off.

  I gently move my head up and down as I keep my mouth fixed on him, and I massage his base with my hand as I move.

  I love Ace’s cock. I do. When he’s in my mouth, it makes me feel like nothing else matters. Like, he could solve world hunger with this cock. He could bring about world peace.

  At the very least, he can make me believe in him. In anything. His cock is the most powerful thing I have ever seen, and I love that I get to lick it and kiss it and suck him off until he comes.

  His cock is throbbing now, and I want to taste his come so bad. I want to swallow it and remember it. But I also want his come on my face; I want him to know I want all of him.

  I’m not in a place to say I love you—not until things have changed with my sister—but I want Ace to know he can have all the other parts of me.

  I climb off him, and take his hands, pulling him to the edge of the bed, his cock so fucking hard and ready. He is smiling, so fucking happy. And I want to make him happier.

  I get down on the floor, on my knees, and take him back in my mouth. I pull his giant cock in as deep as I can, and I love the way he grabs my head, runs his hands through my damp hair, as I dip in and out, up and down.

  “Oh, Emmy, fuck,” he groans, and I smile with his cock in my mouth. I love that I can get him off so well.

  “Fuck me, baby, fuck me,” he says again, and I can feel that he is close. His throbbing fullness is so thick and hard and ready to explode.

  I pull his veiny cock out of mouth. He’s come on my tits before, on my ass—but no one has ever come on my face, and I fucking want it. I want my face to be covered in his seed.

  “You sure?” he asks. And when I nod yes, he spurts his come across my cheeks. My pussy is dripping in delight. I am Ace’s woman, and with his come all over me, it feels so true.

  I want to taste some of it too, though, and I pull his hard cock back into my mouth, sucking him hard and fast as he comes more, and the salty cream coats my throat as I swallow. I want to keep his rod in my mouth for as long as possible. It tastes so good, so hot.

  I have never willingly given a man so much dominance over me. So much control.

  I want to give Ace everything.

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  ACE

  I press a towel to Emmy’s cheeks, wiping away my seed, and she smiles softly, then shakes her head. Obviously thinking something.

  “What?” I ask her.

  “Isn’t this all kind of unexpected?” She licks her lips, then stand before me, her tits so nice and full. Her nipples still hard and ready.

  I’m still sitting on the edge of my bed, and I wrap my arms around Emmy’s waist. She runs her fingers through my hair, and I inhale her.

  “It’s fucking unreal, is what it is.” I laugh, squeezing her tightly. “My friends don’t know what to think. I’m never like this.”

  “Your friends mean a lot you?”

  “Yeah, those boys are my family. I trust them, completely.”

  “You don’t have any other family? At all?” she asks.

  I
loosen my hold on her and look up. “None at all.”

  “Your family ... they were in the mafia?” she asks. That’s when I notice her looking around my room with a discerning eye, really paying attention to the place I live.

  “Yeah,” I say uneasily. “They were. But that’s not me.”

  “This casino, this penthouse … it doesn’t come from that money?”

  “Why are you asking?” I let go of her and rest my arms on the bed. “You digging here, Emmy?”

  “Fuck you, Ace,” she says quietly. “I was trying to understand the place you come from, okay?”

  She looks at me hard, unwaveringly. And I trust her, because isn’t that what love is? If I say she’s my woman, I’m gonna believe her good intentions.

  Otherwise that makes me the sort of man I don’t want to be for her. A man like Grotto, who storms in and takes what he wants, bullies and threatens and withholds.

  I don’t play that shit.

  “What do you wanna know, Emmy Rose? For you I’m an open book.”

  “Good.” She closes her eyes, exhales. “I can’t fall for you if you’re not honest with me.”

  “You wanna fall for me?”

  “I want a lot of things, Ace.”

  “Name them.”

  “This was supposed to be about you. Your life. Your fucking million dollar penthouse. It was supposed to be about me trying to figure out how in the hell a girl who serves drinks on your casino floor could fit into this world.”

  I move back on the bed, resting my head on the headboard, and Emmy crawls toward me, straddling me as I begin to talk. She runs her hands down my chest, tracing my tattoo with her finger. In the space of a few weeks this woman has found a way to bring my past to the light.

  It took five years and Grotto showing up for my friends to do the exact same thing.

  “When I moved to Vegas, it was right after my Pops was killed. I didn’t see the murder, but I heard about it. And I knew those guy would come after me next. I took the cash we had in the house—which was a hell of a lot—and split town. Never looked back.”

  “You miss it?”

  “Loaded question, baby.” I run my hands across her perfect tits, rubbing her nipples with my fingers. “But of course there are things I miss. My ma’s spaghetti sauce and my sisters yelling at me to drive them somewhere. I miss the neighborhood.”

  “But there’s other stuff you don’t want to go back to?” I feel the wetness of Emmy’s pussy against my thighs. Oh, this woman is making me insane.

  “I did a lot of shit before I moved here, for my father,” I tell her. “I killed for him. And worse.”

  “There something worse than death?” Emmy asks me, her eyes locked on mine.

  “I think threatening people, putting them in a position to live their entire goddamned lives in fear is worse than death.”

  “I agree with that,” Emmy says, frowning.

  The air in the room is heavy, but it’s pushing us together. We’re going to the places I swore I’d never return. But with Emmy, I want to.

  She opens her mouth again, her cryptic words revealing pieces of her past in ways that details never could.

  “What is life if you live in a cage?” she asks.

  “You know about cages?” I swallow hard.

  “I know about feeling trapped. Feeling like you’re stuck.”

  “You said you went to college though. That isn’t so stuck,” I answer.

  “My parents had to die for me to get free. And that’s fucking twisted,” she says, shaking her head again. “It’s messed up, right? Life shouldn’t be that hard.”

  She pats my chest, smirking. Like she fucking gets it.

  “So what you’re saying, Emmy Rose, is that you never got to be a kid. Never got to play?”

  “Doesn’t sound like you had much time to play either, Ace.”

  “It’s actually Adrian. Adrian Genova.”

  “Shit, that’s kinda nuts.” She laughs. Because I guess when you unload like that with another person, you get to a point where all you can do is laugh. Otherwise you’d drown in your fucking tears.

  I don’t want to drown. Not with Emmy Rose. Not tonight.

  “So what game do you wanna play?” I ask her, pulling her down, close to my mouth. Ready to consume her.

  “Easy,” she says, surprising me yet again. “Pillow fight.”

  EMMY

  I grab the pillow from behind Ace’s head, and he jumps up in surprise.

  “Hey, baby,” he says smoothly. “Play nice.”

  “I don’t fall for cheese-balls.” I say, swatting him with the pillow in my hand.

  Ace grabs another one, smacking my ass with it. As I stand up on his bed, he grabs my waist, not letting me get away that easy.

  I’m grinning like a love-struck fool and, shit, it feels fucking amazing.

  “You do like my balls, though,” Ace says, holding me tightly to him, causing me to fall to the bed, laughing. “I mean, if I remember correctly, from when they were in your mouth.”

  “I won’t deny that,” I admit. “You have the nicest cock I’ve ever seen. And your balls ain’t half bad.”

  “You’re not so rough yourself.”

  I try to grab the pillow from Ace’s hands, but instead he pins me down on the bed. I smile, breathlessly.

  “You like it rough, Ace?” I ask, trying to squirm away, liking the fact that he won’t let me.

  I’m completely naked, and so is he. The lighting is dim, music is playing—everything about this night is perfect.

  Now I just need him to fuck me silly.

  As if he’s reading my mind, Ace lowers his mouth to mine, his body hovering over me. He kisses me softly, his warm lips covering mine. I open my mouth with a low moan, wanting more of Ace.

  All of Ace.

  His hand holds my face, and I love it when he touches me this way, so tenderly. As if I am something precious—a feeling I’ve never before experienced with a man.

  His cock is hard; I feel it between my legs. One of his hands runs down to the space between my thighs and his fingers begin caressing my pussy. Our kisses become more heated, and I wrap my arms around his neck, enveloped in his strength.

  He leans back, pressing my legs open as he lowers his face to my wetness. His mouth expertly widens my slit, and his tongue presses into my pussy, as he presses his mouth against it nice and tight, sucking me hard.

  I’m dizzy with the effect, grabbing his hair as he kisses my pussy. Twirling his tongue around my opening, he takes one of my hands, wanting me to touch myself while he touches me too.

  I’ll do anything Ace asks.

  I rub in circles at my opening, feeling the rising heat, and Ace smiles at me, liking me this way, splayed out, getting so wet.

  “Come in me,” I beg him.

  Ace responds by guiding my hand to his massive cock, and I ease him into me, slowly, because he is just so big.

  “You like that, Emmy Rose?” he asks.

  “I love it. I love it when you’re in me,” I say. Then I lose my words, lose my mind. Because, oh, it feels so fucking good.

  Ace fills me, and I like the way we’re making love, him on top of me, his hand running though my hair, running over my tits. It feels so tender, so real.

  This is real.

  Absolutely real.

  My legs are wrapped around Ace’s shoulders as he moves in me faster, faster. Fast enough that his cock hits me in all the right places. The walls of my pussy are tightening, and my body breaks out in a light sweat. Ace finds my hands and laces his fingers with mine, gripping me tightly.

  It feels like a faucet has been turned on in my body, and what was dripping before now begins to pour. I’m coming so hard my thighs shake as his cock thrusts deeper inside me, filling me with a warmth I craved.

  That I didn’t even know I hungered for.

  Ace comes in me, holding onto me as his throbbing cock releases. He steadies himself above me as he thrusts deep inside me one las
t time.

  Then a grin spreads over his face. We’re both sweaty and raw, and just so well fucked.

  He falls beside me on the bed, takes my hand, kisses it, holding tight.

  I turn my face to his, our foreheads touching, our hearts beating in unison. “Don’t let me go,” I say.

  “Never,” Ace says. And I believe him.

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  ACE

  For the next few days we order room service, have in-room massages, and fuck until her knees have rug burn and I’ve run out of condoms.

  Which is saying something.

  The afternoon of day three, we both know that our friends are gonna knock down my door if we don’t respond to them with more than some few-word texts.

  And Denise was patient the first two days with rescheduling my appointments and meetings … but by day three she’s messaging me every few minutes with details about business meetings that can’t wait.

  Including the appointment with our realtor that we have scheduled for today.

  Fuck, I total forgot about that. Because—well, I had Emmy Rose riding me. Why would I look anywhere but straight ahead?

  “What’s the meeting with the realtor about?” Emmy asks. She’s rifling through the bags of clothing that I had delivered to my door for her. “Are you building another casino?”

  She picks a pair of blue jeans and a simple white top, and walks into the bathroom where I am. She’s so unassuming and I love that about her.

  Too many women would pick through the bags until they found the most expensive items. Looks like Emmy went with comfort. She even requested a pair of white low-top converse.

  “Actually, that’s the issue,” I tell her as I slide a belt through my slacks. It’s crazy to me how we fit together so seamlessly. Here we are, getting ready together, and it feels completely normal.

  I want her to move in with me. I know it’s soon, but her sister’s apartment is a piece of shit. I don’t want Emmy living there, in that part of town.

  I want her with me.

  I don’t want to bring it up, though, because then we’ll start talking about her sister, which will either cause her to get upset—since the doctors are saying she isn’t exactly responsive yet—or she’ll start asking me questions about why I’ve been to her sister’s place. And we’ve already covered that ground to her satisfaction once. I don’t want to dredge it all back up now.