Page 85 of The Spare
Will be even sexier with my cum smeared on her face.
The tension between us mounts as we stare each other down, walking circles around the baby grand.
I lunge forward, ready to end this game
"Massoonn!" she screams, laughing and backing up as I pull myself up by one arm and launch myself over the piano, sliding across the smooth surface.
I love showing her I just don't give a fuck sometimes.
Her eyes widen, and she turns before my feet even hit the floor, racing to the opposite end of the penthouse. Her huffs of breath cause my dick to strain against the zipper of my pants, but I ignore the momentary discomfort as I fly down the hallway in close pursuit.
We turn sharp corners and go past room after room until we find ourselves at the end of the penthouse in a huge library and half-study that so far I don't think she's seen before.
She pauses, panting lightly as she turns her head to look to the side, probably to see if there's another door to go through.
Nothing.
There's nowhere else to go.
I take advantage of Mel's stillness and snatch her up, smiling when she squeals as I lift her by her waist and spin her, tossing her over my shoulder. "Gotcha, butterfly," I say, landing a hard slap on her ass. "You never could outrun me, but it's fun to see you try."
"Let me dooowwnnn!" she yells, pounding against my thighs with her fists.
I ignore the blows, walking to the corner of the study to the right of the fireplace and set her down, keeping a hand on her wrists as I open a cabinet and pull out a low stool, placing it in the middle of the fireplace, though it's not lit. As I stand up, I drag my hand up her leg, gripping her dress and pulling it up with me as I advance up her body.
Pre-come leaks from the tip of my cock as more of her glorious skin is revealed to me.
"What are you pouting for?" I say, ripping the dress over her head and tossing it across my desk. My eyes immediately zero in on her beautiful breasts, and I can't help but reach forward and cup one, rubbing my thumb over her pebbled nipple. Her eyes go hooded, and she sways into my touch; her lips part and her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip.
"I'm not pouting," she says quietly, moaning when I tighten my fingers in a gentle pinch, rolling and plucking at her nipple. Her scent sharpens in the air between us, and I bring my other hand to her nape, squeezing to stabilize her when she sways again.
"We're getting ready to test how strong these legs are," I say, trailing my hand down her stomach and to her mound where I go even lower, twisting my wrist and thrusting two fingers inside her warm, wet pussy, seeing her nostrils flare slightly as she sucks in a sharp breath. "Fuck, you're tight," I growl, pumping my fingers in and out for long minutes until her legs are shaking. I pull my fingers out slowly andhold them to her lips, smearing her cum on her mouth. Before she can lick her tongue out again, I lean in, sucking her lips into my mouth. When her taste is gone I pull away and jerk my head towards the stool. "Step up, and spread your legs."
She glances down with a nervous expression and steps up, bringing her about eight inches taller.
I eye her, undoing the button on my pants and shoving them down and off, tossing it over her dress, and then place my hands on her hips as I step forward and slide my aching cock through the seam of her pussy.
"Now, you can thank Henny and Isobel for this, since we were so rudely interrupted earlier."
Her eyes meet mine warily, and I press deeper, scraping against her clit until I find her entrance and slide in a few inches. Deep enough I know I've hit her g-spot. I reach further behind her and gather her ass cheeks in my hand, bunching the flesh in my grip and pull her back, and then yank her back on me, our skin slapping together sharply. She traps a moan in her throat.
Her eyes widen, and she sucks her lip between her teeth.
I repeat the movement, every thrust dragging my shaft continuously along her clit, and I really wish I had piercings on top to make this even better for her. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, her long hair tickles my forearms and wrists as she exposes her pretty neck to me.
"Melody," I say sharply. She drags her head back and her eyes pop open, meeting mine. Her gaze is so lustful a zing of pleasure draws my balls up tight, and I slow the pace of my thrusts in order to get control over myself. "We're going to be here for a while, so hang on to me baby," I say, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her swollen lips.
She loops her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts to my chest and nuzzles into my neck, settling into me. Trusting me. I press my lips to her ear and glance at the clock on the mantle.
"Mason!" Melody pleads in a hoarse, strained voice, but I don't let up. "Mason,please stop!"
The room is filled with the sounds of our flesh slapping lewdly. Sweat is dripping down my body, her body; her toes are curled around the edge of the stool, and there's a small pool of her excitement built up on the surface between her feet. I'm so fucking turned on that I've been edging her for over an hour. I haven't given her one orgasm.
It's cruel, I know. But I wouldn't deny myself this for anything, even at the threat of her wrath.
My forehead rests against hers, my arms are rock hard and burn from constant flexing and contracting. I couldn't move us because I didn't want to break this intimacy between us. Fearing it might fucking kill my ass to part from her. For the last twenty minutes I've been bearing the brunt of her body weight to keep her standing upright, and the pain I'm in right now is worth it.
She'sworth it.
