Chapter 39 Her ace

• HE LOOKED DOWN at me; eyes were a shade of acorns, a muscle in his jaw flexes. I do not know when this burning stare of his on me will heal. They glow with humor and playfulness that sent a shiver down my spine. And here I am, cowardly losing.
• He grabbed both of my legs, spreading them wide, then he thrusts again. Our eyes lock for a second. “You were on the dead-end, Sweetie . . .” he said huskily.
• I didn’t bother to answer. Instead, I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly and gave him wide access to my wet mound.