She’s soft, bare, and wet, and these tiny, ridiculously feminine whimpers erupt from her mouth with every swipe of my tongue. A minute in, and her juices drip down my chin, her fingers wrap around my hair, and her hips grind against my face. Princess has a wild side.
“Ace,” she grunts and fucks my mouth. “Oh!” the sharp cry comes when I nip her swollen clit with my teeth. “Please.”
That one word has me on my feet, pants around my knees as I run my hard cock through her juices, pulling erotic moan after erotic moan from her lush mouth.
“So fucking hot,” I growl. “Wet.” And then I’m right where I want to be, smack dab in the center of her pulsing heat, wet and clenching around me. But it’s not quite right, not yet.
“What,” she begins, but her words cut off when I spin her around so she’s facing the door. I grab her hips and lift her just a little and slide deep once again, and this time, it’s fucking perfect.
She might want a nice missionary up against the wall fuck, but that’s not what she needs. Not now.
“Just let go,” I tell her and pump in and out of her in long, slow strokes that pull the most feral sounds from her.
I fuck her hard and deep. My fingertips grip her tight enough that I know she’ll wear my mark tomorrow, and I don’t give a damn. She needs this as much as I want it.
“Ace,” she cries and pounds the door. “More. Please.”
I grit my teeth. “Since you said please.”
Her feet no longer touch the ground as I thrust into her, deep and fast, wild and out of fucking control like I’m possessed by some unknown, unnamed entity.
Like a man on a mission, I give McKenna exactly what she needs, fucking her until she’s limp and slick with sweat until my own legs tremble and my nuts are empty.
“Oh, fuck. Kenna,” I growl as she pulses around me, milking me until there’s nothing left for me to give.
She’s breathing hard, trying to catch her breath, every harsh breath making her cunt tighten around me.
“Oh. My. God.” She lets out a nervous laugh and lets her forehead hit the door. “That was…fuck, that was good.”
“Fuck yeah, it was.” I press my lips to the side of her neck, and she shivers a moment before another aftershock rocks her body.
“I can’t believe it happened so quickly.” The genuine shock in her voice has my chest puffing out with pride. “That was incredible, Ace.” She turns on shaky legs, an equally shaky smile on her face. “Thank you.”
I smile down at her and press my lips to hers once more. “My pleasure, McKenna. Believe that.”
She glances down at my cock and licks her lips. “Oh, I do.”
After a long moment of silence and no freak out on her part, I tug my pants up and fasten them.
“Next time, I plan to take my time,” I tell her on a rough growl.
Heat flares in her eyes, and she licks her lips. “I’m going to stay a bit longer and pack up a few of Grace’s things.”
I nod and reach for the door. “Be careful. Call me if anything feels weird or you think you’re being followed.”
She nods and takes a step closer to press a gentle kiss to my cheek. “I promise. See you later, Ace.”
I nod and leave, wondering if I’d just gotten myself into more trouble than I could handle. My dick twitches at the memory of her still imprinted all over me, and I smile. Whatever brand of trouble the Princess has in store for me, I’m more than up to the challenge.
I’m a Marine, and we don’t run from a challenge.
Ever.
Chapter Eleven
McKenna
I spend fifteen minutes sitting inside my car, my dark green Audi, staring at the navigation display with the name and address of the last place I should be visiting. Angel Harbor Choppers. It’s close to home, but in my mind, it feels as if it’s a world away, a world I know nothing about.
Except there’s something about Ace that I can’t quite put my finger on. That thing makes me not just like him but trust him. Sure, I mean he’s good-looking in a very rugged sort of way with his dark hair and coffee-brown eyes that always look as if he sees down into the heart of me.
He’s big, gigantic really, with broad shoulders that look even wider thanks to his slim waist and long, lean legs that are forever hugged by a delicious pair of jeans.
“Oh my God,” I growl and tap the button to start my journey. I can’t spend all morning sitting in my car, weighing my options about visiting Ace just because I’m attracted to him.
Just because I had sex with him. Really hot sex up against a door. The door of my dead best friend’s soon-to-be-former apartment.