Page 114 of The Spare

Mason pulls me off him, then firms his grip closer to my neck and begins to firmly push and pull me off him. I suck hard.

"Sheathe your fuckingteeth,"he snaps. "You bite me again, and I'm biting back."

Obediently, I sheath my teeth and then pull my cheeks in harder. He growls, bouncing me on and off his lap. I moan, digging my nails into the fabric of his pants at his thighs, but he doesn't let up. He jacks his hips up, meeting me before I'm even to the base of his shaft, making sure I get every inch.

My neck burns, my throat burns. Saliva and his pre-come slick down my chin and smear across my cheeks, mixing with the tears running down.

And it's sogood.

My arousal slicks down my thighs and drips to the floor underneath me. The smell of us invades my senses, making me even more horny for him.

He tugs me off him harshly before I'm ready, and then pushes me onto my back on the ground once more. His arm bands around my waist, and he lifts and flips me quickly until I'm on my front and my chest is pressed to the floor. He takes the belt off my neck and then pulls my arms behind my back, tying my wrists together.

"You want to be treated like nothing; then I'm going to show you what that looks like," he grits out. He pulls hard, making me rise off the floor and settle my weight onto my knees. My shoulders stretch, Mason's grip on the belt holding me elevated. "By the time I'm done with you, you're going to know what the fuck'nothing'means, too."

"Oh god, Mason," I complain, my eyes flickering until they land on our reflection in the window. Seeing my attention diverted, he turns us to face it head on.

My breasts are in full view as he holds me up, shiny and streaked with my saliva. My nipples stick out hard and long, drawn up tight with my lust for him.

He lines his dick up with my pussy and then slams into me with a thrust so hard my knees come off the floor, and my arms jerk as I'm forced into a deeper arch somehow. I come instantly at the feel of his thick length spreading me apart.

Jesus, his cock is so fat.

I throw my head back in a scream that echoes off the glass and marble around us.

When he lowers me, my legs are like jelly, not able to hold myself up onto my knees at all. My legs spread into a deep split, but he jerks the belt. "Get the fuck up on your knees, slut."

I scramble against the floor, struggling to draw my knees up under me. Still inside me, Mason rises slowly, adjusting himself until he's in a deep squat behind me. He leans back slightly, uncoils the belt once and then begins to fuck into my body so hard that I lose my breath.

He pounds hard, so hard I open my eyes wide in shock, seeing his face set in a stern expression as he looks down at my ass recoiling with every slap into my tender pussy.

Mason goes on and on, battering into my body. He pulls all the way to the tip and then slams back in until my knees lift off the floor again. I shriek, yanking against his hold. But I'm not even granted an inch.

"What's the matter, baby?"

"Nothing," I cry out, overwhelmed but not daring to tell him after how much I've needed this.

"Correct. Now crawl."

My eyes snap to meet his in the glass, and I tremble.

"Crawl,"he orders, dragging the word out slowly.

I shuffle forward on my knees, and he begins fucking me again. Every few thrusts, I shuffle forward a little more, until we make it to the other side of the living room. My pussy clenches tight as I fighthim, even holding my breath. My lungs burn, and my muscles lock in place as I attempt with everything in me to fight this next orgasm.

"Oh, you're cumming whether you want to or not.Put your leg up on the table and bend forward,"he says harshly. "Open yourself up for me. I'm not in deep enough."

My heart pounds hard and heavy in my chest."You're already in as deep as you can-"

A sharp crack rents the air, and I scream feeling my right ass cheek explode with pain. He spanks me several times in a row, until the heat spreads up my back and down my thigh. He leans forward until his lips are at my ear. I pant, feeling another orgasm rise swiftly. "Did I ask for you to say a fucking word, slut? I told you to put your fucking leg on the table.Now do it!"

I whimper and shuffle further to the table, and then lean on my left knee, raising my leg and propping it up. Mason immediately starts pounding again.

And yes, he could get deeper.

"Fuuucccck,"I wail, my mouth dropping open as he thrusts in a steady, hard tempo.

"Look at that," he growls. "Such a nasty fucking whore for me. Letting me fuck you all over our living room."