Badboy Ace novel Chapter 17

Ryn's pov

After getting dressed in my black yoga pants and a turquoise crop top I unlocked the door so I could head to the kitchen. My belly was grumbling, I hadn't eaten as yet and I was starving.

The sight of my burnt cupboards instantly dampened my mood and I surveyed the area in search for Ace. He wasn't there leading me to think that he was probably in his room.

I opened one of the cupboards slowly in case it would fall apart because of the damage inflicted onto it. I let out a relieved sigh as I noticed that the food inside was unharmed from the fire.

I reached out to grab one of the packets of macaroni but decided to take two remembering Ace. I placed it on the counter and sauntered towards the fridge to take out the whole milk, bacon bites and cheese.

Placing all of them on the counter next to the macaroni, I walked towards the bottom draws I knew that were filled with cooking pans. I slightly bent down and fumbled around with the pans. The one I wanted was right at the back so I had to result to bending down further, my ass now sticking in the air as I tried to pull out the pan.

The sudden feeling of a presence behind me and someone pushing their front onto my ass had me stilling. I knew who it was already and I didn't know if to be excited or upset. I decided to go for the latter and finally pulled the pan out.

Using some force, I pushed my ass back so that he could move backwards. He didn't shift much but it was enough to remove myself from the bottom draws. In me doing so made me feel more of Ace's front.

I could feel how big he was through his jeans as he nestled his semi hard cock between my ass cheeks and I almost gasped out loud at the feeling of it. The feelings from earlier came back in a rush but I tried to fight it off.

"Ace what are you doing?" I tried to ask strictly but it came out breathless whisper. My heart pumped quicker and my nipples hardened even more than it had done earlier.

He only groaned as he pushed himself more onto me, now rock hard. I have never been in this position before and didn't know how I should react. All I knew was that I needed to stop before it continued.

I placed my palms on the counter as I tried to use it as strength to push myself away from him. But it had seemed futile as his tattooed hand reached out and placed beside my own, keeping me trapped and ceasing my movements.

I stiffened when his lips touched my ears. ("Why do you insist on teasing me baby? You really want me to fuck you right now, don't you?")

"Perché insisti a prendermi in giro, piccola? Vuoi davvero che ti fotti adesso, vero?" He whispers against my ears causing unwanted shivers to rock my body.

I moaned softly feeling my pussy clench at his words. It was like my body knew the meaning of the words even though my mind didn't.

I slowly brought my hands to his and gripped it tightly as if for support. "Stop it Ace." I pleaded. I needed to stop, we needed to stop, before I give into something that I'll regret after.

"Why should I when your body is saying otherwise?" He asked.To prove his point he brings one of his hands to place on my breast and squeezes the nipple softly. I gasped not expecting him to go this far. He then goes to lick the exposed skin on my neck and groans. "Damn you taste good."

"This is just a onetime thing Ryn." He says and walks backwards until he walked into the counter. I let out a giggle, heated moment forgotten as I laughed at Ace.

He stumbles to right himself and chuckles a little. He shakes his head slightly as he watches me fully belly laughing at him.

"Clearly you find this amusing." He stated.

My laughs now turning into soft giggles as I shrugged. "Why wouldn't I?"

He rolls his eyes and turns around. I watch his movements and he walks around the counter to stand behind it in an attempt to block my view from his still hardened manhood.

"So what are you cooking for us bellissima?" He asked, a feeble way of directing the conversation. I went along with it because I really didn't want to talk about what happened earlier.

"Macaroni and cheese but with my own twist." I respond and turned around to put the pan under the pipe. After filling it up I placed it onto the stove and lighted it up. I then poured the macaroni into it and stirred it with one of the big spoons.

"Damn I love a woman who can cook!" He groans out. The words were innocent yet they left my already soaked panties to become even wet. What is he doing to me?