wash on it, washing my neck and my arms with it. I was rinsing off when I heard the shower door open. On instinct, I covered my body. Ace came in the shower.
“I wish you would stop doing that.” I didn’t say anything. I just turned around so that my scar wasn’t visible. “Rayna,” he said, aggravated.
“Yes, Anthony?”
“Come here,” he said, sitting on the bench at the back of the shower and tapping his leg. I went over and sat on his lap. “Could you stop acting like that, please?”
“Acting like what?” I said, acting like I didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Covering up every time you take off your clothes. Your scar is barely visible. You need to start being proud of everything you’ve gone through. Your scar tells your story, and you should take pride in it. Did I mention you can barely see it?” he said, repeating what he had said at the beginning of the conversation and chuckling a little bit.
“Awww, look at you, being all sweet and stuff.”
“Nigga, I’m always sweet to you.”
“You have your moments.”
“Whatever girl,” he said, playfully pushing me off of him and getting up and starting to wash himself. I sat there looking at him and all of his sexiness. When he finished washing his body, he started washing his curly hair. “I think I’m gonna let my hair grow out a little bit.”
“You have really pretty hair, so I don’t see why not.”
“I’m gon’ have a man bun. It’ll make me look like less of a kingpin,” he said laughing.
“You’re so corny, babe,” he finished washing his hair then came back and sat by me, lifting me up and placing me in his lap so I was straddling him facing forward. We looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before our lips met. He picked me up and walked out of the shower back to the room. He laid me down while kissing me on my neck and working his way down my body, sucking on my hardened nipples and making his way down. He kissed the scar I was so insecure about and made his way down to my thighs, and on to my freshly pedicured toes before coming back up to my girl.
“Ooooh Ace,” was all I could get out of my mouth before he devoured my love. He kept going making sure he licked every inch of me until my legs started to shake and I had reached my climax. I got up and pushed him on his back. He laid down and I grabbed his hardened tool, trying to put all of him in my mouth at once and wet it all in the process, which was pretty hard. I put my hand on the bottom half right under my mouth, massaging it while sucking it at the same time.
“I missed this,” I said between sucks.
“Shit, me too,” he said, unable to control his words. Yeah Rayna, you got his ass , is what I was thinking in my head.
“Come on,” he said, pulling me up and placing me on my back. He grabbed my legs and pushed them back towards my head.
“Wait, can you use a condom? I don’t wanna get pregnant right now.”
“Nah,” he replied, sliding himself into me. I wanted to protest, but the pain mixed with pleasure overtook me. He started picking up his pace, and I could feel him touching my spot.
“Bae, you’re hitting my spottt oooahhh.”
“Shut up,” he said, slapping my thigh; my whole body started to feel full. Waves started moving throughout my body, and just as I was about to climax again, he took it out
“You don’t nut until daddy says so. Turn over.” I was so mad to the point I wanted to get my ass up and finish the job on my own, but I knew that would never fly so I turned over like he asked.
“And fix yo face,” he said, grabbing my hair and whispering into my ear.
“Fuck you,” I replied.
“Ok,” he said before he plunged into me with no mercy.
“Ahhh.”
“Yea, talk that shit now,” he said, grabbing my hair while pounding my insides. I started to get that feeling again, and before you know it, juices were everywhere. I felt him speed up before collapsing on top of me.
“I know you didn’t