Page 86 of The Spare
I turn my head slightly, my gaze roaming her face. She's flushed, her eyes are glazed over. Her breaths saw in and out of her lungs: some hitched, some breaths almost barely existent.
Her ass is bright red from my ruthless grip on her where I yank her off me and jerk her forward on and off my cock only deep enough to stimulate her g-spot. She whimpers and trembles in my hold. Her armshave loosened from around my neck, and she weakly clutches at my shoulders, almost spent.
I stop the hard thrusting and spend a second catching my breath. My chest heaves, and my pecs are as hard as my arms. The veins stand out in sharp relief, which I can tell she likes very much as she stares at them excessively. I pull out of her slowly, catching her when she makes a weak sound and sags.
"Brace your hands on the mantle," I say.
I turn her so her back is towards me and keep my hips firm on hers until her hands get in place against the dark wood.
Raising my hand, I push her hair to her front, running my hand down her spine. "Your skin is like silk," I praise her. I caress her slowly, until I get to the waistband of her panties. Bending down, I take a gentle bite out of the swell of her ass cheek, tightening my teeth until she raises up onto her toes and yelps. Standing back up, I smack her ass harshly, watching the flesh bounce as a red handprint appears, marring her tan colored flesh.
Putting my hands on her hips, I pull her back slowly so she's leaned forward, bracing more of her body weight on her hands and then notch the tip of my cock in her entrance. I wince. She's swollen from constant friction for so long. And hot. Her heat sears me. I clench my jaw hard and snap my hips forward hard at the same time I yank her back completely onto my dick for the first time since we started, sinking deep into her in a thrust so hard she lifts off the stool several inches and just hangs there helplessly.
The scream that erupts from Melody's throat is unreal.
She scrambles to move her hands to the top of the mantle and grips, moaning and sobbing as she orgasms so hard it almost sends me over with her. Her pussy clenches down so tight onto my dick that my world narrows down to nothing but me and her. The library fadesaway, leaving the slight curve over her back, her hair, and her ass in a tunnel vision meant to set my body on fire.
I hold her there for a moment before I pull all the way to the tip and just fuck.
I let her body have it, unapologetically.
"I don't care about the whining," I hear myself snarl at her almost as if it's not even me talking. "I don't care about your pleading, and I definitely don't care if you can't take anymore because you're going to." I lean forward, nudging her soft curls out of the way and putting my lips to my ear. "We're making up for all the time that was taken from us. You with me?"
"Y-Yes," she says weakly, grasping with her toes on the surface of the stool. I drop her a couple inches until she finds purchase, and then I fuck this woman with everything in me.
I fuck her until my back burns with pain from every thrust, until my thighs are stone hard, and my hips are tight. Until my feet lose purchase on the floor and growls erupt from my throat, so loud that they almost drown out her whimpers and moans of pleasure.
My balls draw up tight, and a hot shiver of pleasure rolls up and down my spine. I'm taking her so hard that I know I'm going to have to be sweet with her tomorrow. On our honeymoon.
My and Melody's honeymoon.
I snarl, fucking her even harder at the thought of making her mine. I zone out, single mindedly focused on our pleasure. I bend my knees and pound, her cum splashing between the two of us as she's in a constant state of orgasm.
"Mason, oh my god, please baby, I'mb-begging you! M-Masooonnnn!"her sobbing voice sends me over the edge, and I thrust into her one last time and shiver as the tip of my cock literally explodes inside of her.
I tilt my head back and groan, grinding deep into her, soaking up the rhythmic clasps of her pussy. We collapse at the same time, hitting the floor on our knees and rolling over to the side, both of us breathing hard. I wrap my hands around her and pull her tight to my front, closing my eyes against the floaters obstructing my vision.
I hold a hand to my eyes and press, taking a deep calming breath as my thundering heart rate starts to slow.
"We're getting married tomorrow," she pants, her breasts beat wildly against my forearm.
"I know," I say, pulling my hand away from my face and rubbing it down her arm, soothing her.
"Isn't there some rule that says you aren't supposed to see your bride the night before, much less fuck them?"
I roll to my back, pulling a knee up and taking a deep breath. "I spent almost four years waiting for you. I could give a shit less about a day," I grumble.
"Even if it's our wedding eve?"
I feel my lips twitch with amusement. "Even then, butterfly. You think I'm going to keep my hands off you just because of a superstition?"
"It's not a superstition."
"Okay. Old wives’ tale, then."
She lets it go.
We're both quiet, listening to the gentle chime of the clock above us. "What's it like being married, do you think?" she asks quietly.
