Page 78 of The Spare
When I go to look away, he brings my face back to his and tilts his head.
"I'm about to make you feel even better," he says, taking the strap of my dress and pulling it down right as the elevator dings and the doors open. He swings me around, carrying me into the foyer where he shoves the big vase of flowers over and then puts me on the table.
The elevator closes with another ping.
He keeps his eyes on mine as his hands shove my dress up my thighs and then grasps my panties, yanking them down my legs and throwing them carelessly to the floor. My fingers curl around the edge of the table as he jerks my knees up then leans down and the licks up the seam of my pussy.
I stiffen and cry out, digging my nails into the wood.
"Goddamn your taaaste," he growls.
My hand slaps over my mouth as he takes both of his hands and spreads my lips wide for him and settles his lips over my clit and sucks.
And sucks.
And sucks.
"Mason!" I scream, wiggling as he mercilessly eats me through my first orgasm. My shoulders fall to the table and my hips slide off the edge as he bears all my body weight on his arms. He cups my ass with his hands, his forearms flexing as he works my hips up and down slightly.
I'm so sensitive I can't bear it.
I sob with my next orgasm.
He rips his mouth away from me with a wet, sucking sound and then stands up, pinning me with a lustful look. "Are you sore from the other night?"
Yes, but I might die if he doesn't fuck me again.
I swallow hard. "N-Not badly," I stammer. At his slight hesitancy my eyes widen. "No, please! Please fuck me. I want it." My voice quivers as I begin to plead so hard myeyes water.
When I hear his belt buckle, my breath hitches in my lungs as he moves me quickly, hauling me off the table and then yanking me down onto his cock on an animalistic grunt.
I throw my head back on a wild scream of my own, digging my nails into his neck and shoulder as he splits me wide open, only getting about halfway in before he stops due to my body’s resistance.
I break out into a full body mist of sweat, trembling as he adjusts his grip on me to fist both of his hands into my hip and then pulls me off him before slapping his hips forward into me. My face pinches tight at the pleasure of him spreading me wide.
"You're too swollen," he growls, looking down his nose at me.
Scared he's going to change his mind, I give him a defiant look. "Make me," I whisper. Arching a brow I flex my pussy muscles and tighten down on him. "Make me take it, Mason."
He tilts his head, his eyes falling to my lips.
"Or," I whisper, tilting my head up, goading him. "Or maybe you're not man enough?"
A wince passes his face, and he swings me quickly, placing my shoulders against the wall before he lets one of my hips go and then presses my face to the side, against the wall, palming the entire side of my head. I firm my leg around his hip, letting him know I'm with him.
Mason pulls all the way out then rolls his hips against me, smoothing his dick through my pussy lips, getting it wet before notching back into my opening. "Ready?" he asks. He leans a little to the right and then drives forward all the way into me until his balls slap against my ass, shoving me up the wall several inches and making me scream in earnest.
The muscles of my legs tighten as my knees dig into his ribs.
"Not man enough?" He pulls back again and sets a firm, fast tempo. "Is that what you want, huh? To show you what a real fucking man can do to you?"
I feel my orgasm gathering deep in my core, winding tighter and tighter with every thrust into my sensitive body. He grunts roughly, keeping my face pressed to the side leaning into my ear to whisper like the devil.
"You're going to think twice the next time you challenge me, aren't you, Melody?"
I whimper, feeling my nipples draw so tight they hurt. He fucks into me over and over until I'm covered in sweat and move my hand to his wrist, tugging. He grabs my jaw and jerks me to face him, capturing my lips with his and licking into my mouth just as thoroughly as he's fucking me.
"Oh Mason," I cry out biting my lip and screeching low in my throat as my orgasm begins to unfurl.
