His Greatest Pain (8 page)

Looking
over her shoulder once more, she said, “Ace, please fuck me—”

“
Shhh
.”
He was staring at her ass again,
and just as she opened her mouth he spanked her other cheek especially hard
this time, so hard tears burned in her eyes. The pain and burn were intense,
but what surprised her was the fact that extreme pleasure filled her.

He
placed a hand on the center of her back, grabbed her hip with the other hand,
and pulled her bottom half out a little more. With the hand on her back he
pushed her forward so her upper body was parallel with the ground now, her ass
all the way in the air.

She
had to stand on her toes and spread her legs just to keep her balance. Her
hands were on the trunk, her fingers pressed tightly into the bark. “Ace, I
wish you would stop torturing me.” She moaned the words. He continued to smooth
his hands up and down her back, her ass, and continued his downward path to the
back of her thighs.

“Watch
them,
Lauren,
watch him fuck her while I fuck you.”

She
turned her head so she could see the couple. The man was on top of the girl,
her legs over his shoulders. His ass clenched and relaxed as he thrust and
retreated. God, it was so erotic to watch people having sex. It gave her this
thrill, and caused her body to grow hotter. And then she felt Ace move onto his
haunches right behind her. He grabbed a handful of her ass on each side, and
spread the cheeks apart. When he leaned in close her breathed stalled at the
feel of his warm breath teasing her pussy and the cleft of her ass. A strangled
sound left her, but she didn’t tell him to stop. She’d never had a man back
there, so close to a taboo part of her body before.

“I’m
going to eat your pussy out then do the same to your ass, Lauren.” He placed
his mouth right over her pussy and sucked on her hard. He was relentless as he
flattened his tongue and moved it up and down the center of her slit, sucked
her clit into his mouth, and hummed in pleasure. He was a machine, or maybe a
monster intent on destroying her, but either way she liked his delicious
wickedness.

And
then when he licked her ass, ran his tongue right up the center of her cheeks,
her orgasm went through her so powerfully that she opened her mouth and cried
out soundlessly. Ace was unrelenting, was never-ending as he continued eating
her ass out, licking the tight hole, and clenching her ass cheeks in his hands.
Her legs shook, and she couldn’t suck any more air into her lungs as her
pleasure rose then slowly declined.

His
warm breath on her exposed flesh, on the hole of her ass, had a shiver working
through her. Although he had his tongue pressed to her back hole he didn’t push
it inside of her. She was slick all over, and the groans and hums told her Ace
was pleased by that fact. The feel of him moving his tongue up and down her
ass, twirling it around the puckered hole, and then dipping the muscle into
her, had her so inflamed with need that she could have come from that alone.
Her clit swelled, and her pussy became wet all over again as if she hadn’t just
gotten off.

“I’m
going to fuck you now, baby.”

She
nodded, needing it desperately. She still watched the couple, saw the sweat
line the guys back as he continued to thrust and retreat into the girl.

“I
want to fuck your ass soon, Lauren.” He grunted the words against her.
“But not tonight.
Right now I’m going to fuck that sweet
tasting cunt of yours until you scream out my name.”

“Yes.
God, yes.”

“And
every time you sit down you’ll think of me.”

That
sounded so very good, and so very, very bad. “Then stop talking about it and
just do it.”

Chapter
Ten

Ace
slapped her ass again, and the pain and pleasure mixed as one. He smoothed away
the sting that he had just caused and rose behind her, covering her back with
his chest. “Now, tell me that you’re
mine
,
that I can do whatever I please to you, and that you’ll ask me for more.” His
voice was deep, and although it was low it still had a sharp quality to it. He
was showing his dominant side, exerting it so she knew who was in charge. He
may be gentle at times, but the real Ace was showing now, and she loved it.

She’d
always wanted to be his, had dreamed of it. “I’m yours, Ace.
Always.”

A
low, almost feral growl left him, and a shiver worked through her body. She
felt the thick crown of him as he placed it at her entrance, and as if her body
was thinking on its own, her inner muscles clenched, trying to draw him in when
he hadn’t even entered her yet.

“Greedy
little thing,” Ace said low and rough, possessive. Before she could say
anything,
if
she even could say
anything, he started pushing into her. The stretch and burn were instant as the
thickness of his dick pushed through her body. She might not be a virgin and
have already had sex with him, but God, she felt so full. The pain was there,
but she was wet, soaking in fact, and the more he pushed inside of her, the
more that pain faded into pleasure.

“You
feel how much I’m stretching you, how much of your sweet cunt is taking my big
fucking cock.”

Oh,
he was a dirty talker, and she loved it. He shoved inside of her all the way,
and she knew he had every long, thick inch deep in her body. A deep, slow breath
left her, but she had her eyes opened, her gaze trained on the couple still.
The guy was thrusting so fast and hard in the woman that he looked like a
machine.

“You doing okay, baby?”
Ace sounded strained, pained
almost.

Lauren
nodded, not trusting her voice. He started retreating from inside of her, and
she clenched around his cock, trying to keep him right there. When she thought
he’d pull all the way out he shoved back inside of her hard and fast. The
momentum had her upper body pressing more to the trunk now, and she had to grab
onto the bark harder.

Ace
slammed inside of her forcefully, and a cry left her. It felt so damn good, and
there wasn’t a part of her that he wasn’t touching. He thrust into her, and
pulled out, each time harder and faster. Soon he was fucking her like a madman,
and all she could do was hold on.

“That’s
it, baby.”

She
heard him grunt and pant behind her.

“You
take my fucking cock like you were born for it, made just for me.” He continued
speaking like that, rambling off his filthy words until she felt another orgasm
climb inside of her from his dirty talking alone. But right before she came he
pulled out, and a disappointed noise left her.

“Ace,
what are you—” Before she could get all of the words out he had her turned
around, gripped her ass, and shifted so he was holding up weight, and her back
was to the tree again.

He
was fucking her. There was no other way to put it. He stared up at her with
half-lidded eyes, and then he slowly moved his gaze down her chest, which was
heaving, and right to her pussy, right where his dick was shoved deep inside of
her.

Oh.
God.

He
used the leverage he had on her waist and pulled her down onto his cock. It was
such a sudden, hard thrust that her eyes rolled back in her head, and she
gasped in agony and ecstasy. She swore she could feel him touch every single
part of her, hitting something deep within her that sparked tendrils of
deliciously dark desires, which controlled her. Neither spoke, but there didn’t
need to be any words said. Her breasts were shaking back and forth forcefully
from the way he pumped into her.

Her
clit hit the root of his shaft with every down stroke, and soon she felt her
climax rising violently to the surface. “Oh.
God.
Ace
.”

He
groaned as soon as she had finished crying out his name. He started lifting his
hips up, slamming himself up and into her every time she pressed down on him.
Her back ached from the bark, but he slipped his hands between the bark and her
back, blocking her flesh from the roughness. She swore she could feel his cock
pulse and thicken as he came, and that had her orgasm intensifying. When the
pleasure finally receded she was so exhausted that she collapsed against him,
not able to stop from shaking uncontrollably.

He
moved a hand along her shoulder, only used his fingertips to skim along her
flesh. “Baby, you okay?”

She
nodded, but couldn’t speak as she tried to gasp for air. He moved them away
from the tree and set her on her feet. When his cock was no longer in her his
cum started to slip out of her, sliding down her inner thigh.

He
kept her close to his body, both of them breathing hard, but even. He moved
away from her and started picking up her clothes. His cock was semi-hard,
glossy from her wetness and his cum, and she couldn’t help but blush at the
sight to him.

Once
they were dressed he pulled her close and kissed her softly on the forehead,
sweetly even. “Was that wild enough for you?”

“God,
Ace,” she said and smiled.

“Come
on, baby, let me feed you now.”

She
chuckled. Lauren didn’t even know if she could walk straight let alone sit and
eat a meal, but wherever he went she’d follow.

****

Ace
held Lauren’s hand as they made their way back to the car. The sound of the
music faded, and was replaced by the beat of his heart in his ears. He looked
over at Lauren. Her focus was on the ground, her long reddish blonde hair loose
and falling over her shoulders and down her back.

He
loved her hair, had pictured himself pulling on it, smelling it, hell, burying
his face in the long, silky strands. The sound of music that faded behind them
now increased in front of them as a truck, which parked a few spots from where
his Mustang was, had the radio cranked up. Two guys were standing by his car,
touching it, their voices loud enough
Ace
could tell
they were talking about the make and model.

He
tightened his hold on Lauren’s hand, pulled her closer, and felt that
gentleness he had when he was with her leave instantly. The closer he came to
the guys the more his adrenaline pumped through his body, the hotter he got as
he anticipated what could happen. He was sated after being inside of her sweet
fucking body, but all of that faded at the thought that these three guys could
start shit. Hell, they may leave them alone, but the alert side in Ace always
thought the opposite, always prepared for the worst. Not being prepared would
mean he was vulnerable, and that was not something he’d be ever again.

The
guys moved away from the Mustang when they approached. “Hey, man,” one of the
guys said. A few beer bottles were scattered on the ground around them, and the
headlights of the truck were on, lighting up the clear party they were having
right now.

“Come
on,” Ace said and moved toward the passenger side of the car.

“You
don’t speak English,
or
are you just an asshole?” another
guy said, tossed his beer bottle to the ground, and grabbed a cigarette. He put
it between his lips, lit the end, and stared at them.

“Stay
in the truck, and lock the doors.”

“What?
Why?” Lauren asked, her expression showing concern as she looked around at
everyone.

“Just in case.”

“Ace—”

He
cut her off by shutting the door once she was inside. He pointed to the lock,
and only when she’d engaged it did he turn around and face the guys. He knew,
could feel it in the air, smell it surrounding
him, that
these drunken fools didn’t just want to talk about his car.

“What
is this, seventy, seventy-one?” one of the guys asked and brought his beer to
his mouth. He finished it off, tossed it aside, and belched. The three of them
were in front of Ace, blocking his way out. They weren’t scrawny, but they also
weren’t as big as Ace, or trained like he was. They also probably didn’t have
the toxic shit brewing inside of them, waiting, anticipating coming out.

“Sixty-nine,”
Ace said and walked forward, intent on pushing his way through them, getting
into the car, and leaving. He could have fought them, would have kicked their
asses, too, but he didn’t want to do that in front of Lauren again. But they
didn’t move, and in fact walked closer to him and grinned.

“Sixty-nine
is a good year,” one of the punks said.

Ace
rolled his head around on his neck, clenched his hands at his side, and told
himself that Lauren didn’t need to see this shit. But the truth was he was
holding on by a thread right now at the threat of these bastards.

“Move
out of my way,” Ace said in a calm but hard voice.

Two
of the guys laughed, but one at the end, the one that seemed like he was the
leader of these motherfuckers, stared at Ace with a stoic expression.

“You’re
one of those guys, aren’t you?” Stoic fucker said. He turned his head and spit,
but kept his focus on Ace the whole time.

“One of
those
guys?”
Ace said slowly, not about to back down. Did these assholes think he’d just
roll over for them? They might get away with this bullshit wherever they were
from, especially outnumbering someone, but Ace lived for this shit, lived for
the violence.

“Yeah,
one of those guys that looks like he might be cool on the outside, but in
reality is a wannabe motherfucker.”

A
wannabe motherfucker?

Was
this guy for real? “I’m not looking for a fight right now, so for the safety of
all of you I suggest you back the fuck up and let me and my girl leave.” He
moved forward again, and although he was itching for a fight, could have
knocked them on their asses and just been done with it, he really was trying to
control himself.

He
pushed by the two guys, but before he could move around the front of the car
one of them grabbed his arm. Ace stopped, closed his eyes, and clenched his
hands into fists so hard that pain spiked throughout his body.

“I’m
not going to fight in front of my girl. I already said that,” he said between
clenched teeth, but kept his voice neutral. Looking over his shoulder, he
glared at the fucker that held onto him,
then
glanced
down at where his hand was on Ace. “Now, move your fucking hand off of me
before I break it.” That wasn’t an idle threat. Ace had no problem breaking
bones, and right now he was expressing so much self-control he surprised
himself. But it wouldn’t take much to have that control break.

“You
mean that thick piece of meat in your car is your girl?” one of the fuckers
said. The three started laughing, and Ace felt his rage rise up to a very
dangerous level.

“Damn,
she brings a whole new meaning to more to hang onto,” another asshole said.

Breathe. Just fucking
breathe
.

“Tell
me, is it true about what they say?” The fucker holding him asked. “Is it true
that it’s more
cushion
for the
pushin
’?”
The three started laughing hard, and that was Ace’s breaking point. They’d
insulted Lauren,
his
fucking Lauren,
and now they were going to see what happened when they did that bullshit.

Ace
turned around, grabbed the guy that touched him by the arm, and twisted it back
far enough the fucker squealed like a pig. With Ace still holding onto his arm,
he brought his fist back, and hit the prick right in the middle of the nose.
Blood immediately gushed out, and he pushed the guy back, the dick crying out
as he cupped his face. The other two asses stared at their friend in shock,
then
turned their heads toward Ace.

“You
bastard,” one said and charged forward.

Ace
slammed his hand, slightly palm upward, into the guy’s face, and added just
enough pressure to break his nose. The asshole fell to the ground, blood
pooling out of his nose now, too. Ace rolled his head around on his neck, felt
adrenaline pump through him, but before he could see where the third guy was a
flash of pain struck the side of his head. His head spun, nausea assaulted him,
and he blinked back the pain. Shaking his head and feeling wetness slid down
his temple, he pushed the discomfort away and focused on the prick that just
slammed a large stick upside his skull.

“Wrong
move, asshole,” Ace said and grinned. He may not have wanted to start shit
trying to be good in front of Lauren, but these pricks had asked for this.
Insulting his woman was a sure way to get their asses kicked. He heard the car
door open, knew Lauren was coming out here, maybe to try to help or stop this,
but he didn’t want her hurt. She’d also be a distraction, and he didn’t need
that right now, couldn’t afford his concentration lost right now.