Page 73 of The Spare
Love it.
He yanks on my hair again, but I raise a hand and slap at his arm, trying to dislodge his grip. I don't want him to take this from me. I won't let him.
His hips begin to rise off the bench as he fucks into my mouth. Long minutes I bob in his lap. His growling and my sucking are the only sounds in the room.
Suddenly he snarls and then bucks his hips up, ejaculating into my mouth. Or rather, down my throat. I swallow it happily, but my joy isshort-lived when he firms his hands in my hair on a shout and yanks me halfway off him.
Irritated, I close my teeth around him at the edge of a set of his piercings and make a warning sound.
His whole body tenses back up, and he begins to shudder. My palms become damp as his body breaks out into a sweat, and I can literally taste his nervousness.
"Mel, let go," he says, sounding breathless. "You gotta let go, baby." I shake my head around him and pull against his grip, taking him a couple more inches down my throat and keep sucking. He's still half-hard, and I'm not ready to stop.
"Uh-uh," I whimper around him.
His thighs move restlessly against me, and his breath is labored. His chest heaves. He begins to pump me on and off him, my face making a dull thudding sound as I hit his pelvis. He jerks in my mouth, swelling again and then jacks his hips off the bench on a loud yell. Orgasming so hard he slides off the bench and crashes to the floor.
I follow him down, trying to swallow every drop. I tug and claw at his hands gripping me, desperate. A woman possessed.
"Melody!G-Get off,"he yells. We grapple hard, fighting against each other for a minute before he growls deep in his throat. "I said get the fuck off me.Now!"
Digging his feet into the carpet, he pushes hard at the same time he pushes me off him.
I fall back onto my ass hard before toppling to my side, sucking in a deep lungful of air. The ragged noise sounds out loud between us.
He props himself up on a shoulder with a groan, the other hand coming between his legs to cradle his cock. Now soft. His face is flushed dark and damp with sweat, as is his chest.
My breasts heave as I attempt to catch my breath as he stares at me with a wild look. His eyes are narrowed and dilated, his chest heaves, and he shakes his head once as I roll to my hip and move a hand forward to crawl to him. It's a clear warning for me to chill out.
Pausing, I roll my lips, licking my tongue out and tasting the cum smeared on my lips. It drips down my chin and smears across my right breast. Feminine pride swells inside me so full that I can't even care that he looks slightly irritated with me.
I give him a soft smile. Truly happy for the first time in a long time.
He wets his lips and pins me with a no-nonsense look. "Go clean yourself up and meet me downstairs for dinner."
I nod, rising to my feet. He keeps his eyes on me as I walk past him and go into the bathroom where I brush my teeth, take a shower, lotion my entire body, and spray perfume before walking out to another dress laid out on the bed.
This one's orange. It's beautiful.
He didn't bother laying another lingerie set out, so I dress without anything underneath.
When I walk down the steps and turn into the dining room, he's fixed back up with his shirt tucked back in, sitting at the table pouring a glass of wine. Instrumental music plays quietly in the background, the little fireplace inlaid in the wall flickers merrily. Like my heart.
My steps falter seeing a deep blue velvet ring box by my plate of spaghetti.
"Come here," Mason calls out, drawing my eyes back to his. "Don't even think about saying no. Not after the performance you just pulled." His voice is hard, sterner than he's ever been with me. I give him a little smile, rolling my eyes at him in mock annoyance.
If I even wanted out of this at this point, I don't think he'd let me.
"This looks so yummy," I hum, sittingdown.
He gives me a little grin and hands me a wine glass, snagging up the box and showing me astunningprincess cut diamond.
"Oh that's beautiful," I breathe, feeling my eyes go wide. "Mason, it'sperfect."
He gets up off the chair, turns me to face him and sinks down to one knee in front of me. "Marry me?" he says, looking up at me with the most sober look I've ever seen on his face.
I wet my lips, biting back a grin, thinking that I want to show him this is as serious to me as it is to him.
