Page 116 of The Spare
Right when my body gives in and I'm about involuntarily suck in water, he yanks me up. I cough, and inhale air desperately into my burning lungs, wheezing for air at the same time I orgasm. The air fills my lungs, the relief filling me from head to toe as sharp as my orgasm, and I scream weakly.
Water cascades around us, wetting my body, and the floor underneath me.
"M-Mas-"I gasp, not even able to get his name out right.
"Fun fact, butterfly," Mason growls in my ear. "The opposite of nothing iseverything.And that's what I'm prepared to give you: everything. And in case you haven't noticed, I don't particularly care for that word. So if I have to hear it, you're going to damn well know how to use it, and how it feels tobe it."
He pulls me up, my hair dripping, and walks me to the bedroom where he undoes the belt, freeing my wrists and throws me on the bed sopping wet. He crawls in with me, and I'm seriously wondering how much more I can take.
"Mason,"I whimper, "pleaasseee…"
Mason says nothing, just kneels between my spread legs and spreads me wider for him.
Tilting his head, he opens his mouth and a string of saliva drips from his mouth and to my pussy. He ignores me, his face the picture of concentration, a muscle clenching in his jaw as he works to notch his thick tip back to my opening.
"What's wrong?" he finally asks, keeping his head tilted down as he slowly pushes forward. "Talk to me while I'm feeding you my cock. I asked youwhat's the matter?"
His eyes snap to mine, making my pussy clench with just one hot look. "Nothing," I answer, my lips trembling.
"That's right baby,correct again."
"What are you doing to me?" I say breathlessly, tilting my head back as he presses a little deeper."Mason?"
He stills a third of the way in on a half laugh. "I'm fucking the shit out of my wife. I know it's a bit unbearable right now, but what are you going to do to stop me?" he says, cutting his eyes to me.
"Nothing."
He smiles nice and slow. "That's right baby,and that's a good, good girl."His fingers travel down my body to my clit where he grasps it, rolling and rolling until my eyes roll into the back of my head. I come again with a sharp cry.
"That's one piece of you back. Now, we’ve got the rest of the night to work on the others."
I whimper, staring up at him helplessly as my eyes well up with tears of acute pleasure that blur his figure before they slip down my cheeks, affording me a crystal clear view of his face before blurring again. That burning sensation settles into my core and flushes throughout my body, making my nipples, toes, ears, and fingers hot. The sign that the hard orgasm is coming, the one that tightens its grip around me and refuses to let me go.
I moan, whimpering as I clench my muscles, hold my breath, and try everything in my power to fight back against it. But it's no use. I stare deep in his eyes as the crack starts slowly, before splitting me right down the center of my being. I suck a sharp breath through my noseand clench my teeth against the scream trying to bubble up my throat as my entire being implodes.
I flinch, my knees jerking against his tight hold. My body's only outward reaction to the little death I'm experiencing.
A wicked smile curves his lip on the right side. "What do you need, baby, hm?" Mason asks, giving me hard, slapping thrusts that sting and go on and on and on.
"Nothing," I sob, tears continually falling down my face with how hard my orgasm is taking over my body. An orgasm that hasn't stopped since it started who knows how long ago now. He lets his grip on my legs go to move one hand to my pussy where he rolls my clit, and one to my nipple where he plucks and rolls it between his fingers.
A high keening noise escapes me as I flood the space between us. The sounds become wetter, sharper, and my legs splay open wide as I don't have the strength to hold them up on my own anymore as he batters against my pussy.
It burns, it's so overpowering.
Mason's hands leave me to wrap around the crooks of my knees, pushing them so far down into the mattress that my hips are elevated off the bed, granting him full access to my aching pussy.
And he's owning every bit of it.
The pleasure slices sharp through me, cutting deeper and deeper with every collision. I stare up at him mute, helplessly, while he so thoughtfully gives me what I told him I craved. And I fall in love with him somehow even more.
"I can't hear you," he snarls down at me, pounding into me with no mercy. Sweat slicks down my neck and in the valley of my breasts. My hair is heavy, the curls damp with sweat. He tilts his head, leaning down further to get into my face when I begin to thrash my head, caught up tight in this insane orgasm that feels like it's going to kill me."Butterfly, I said I can't hear you,"he grunts with the next heavy roll of his hips, letting me know I need to look at him.
I turn my face back to his sucking in a sharp breath.
"Nothing!"I scream hoarsely, a long drawn out wail that almost takes my voice.
"That's right, sweetheart; that's the right definition of that word.Finally,"his voice loses a little of his roughness but his thrusts don't. He keeps them hard, fast, our skin slapping loudly. The bed is shaking. The headboard banging. My fingers curling into the sheets and tugging as I arch deeply for him. Whining when he bends to suck a sensitive nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of him is almost too much, and black tinges my vision as he pushes and pushes until I can't take anymore.
