Chapter 12
Author: JAE
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Chapter 12

Ace's POV

I watched her get up, body like the goddess that she was, her hand gently sliding back into my trousers as she moaned softly.

" I won't touch you until you give me the go ahead. You know I don't want you calling me a whore." She said, her eyes filled with zest.

The vibrations shot through my being, my dick hardening the more she stared at me, every being of my body begging for her in ways I should not be receiving.

Shit.

" Yes we can" I finally said, the words leaving my m
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