Page 66 of The Spare

"Yes!" I gasp, meeting his eyes.

He thrusts hard and with purpose. The headboard bangs into the wall, over and over again as he slaps his hips firmly into my sex. The sounds are lewd and echo around the bedroom.

I purse my lips and whimper as the pleasure I felt before is dampened, being overwhelmed by the rough feeling of his body possessing mine, but I don't care that there is too much pressure. I want this. Just like this. So I focus on the feel of his hands clutching at me: one on my nape and one at my hip. I lock my ankles at his backside and hang on for all I've got, staring at him.

Watching his beautiful features contort with pleasure.

"How dare you make me wait so long for this," I gasp up at him, bringing a hand up to grab a hold of his hair. "Harder. Harder, Mason."

He growls down at me, smacking his dick even harder into me. His hair is shiny with sweat. A bead of it moves down his temple, his eyes narrow, his nostrils flare, and a vein sticks out in his left temple. "Baby, I will spend the rest of forever begging for your forgiveness," he says roughly.

I pout. "I want more."

His brow goes low."Mel-"

"More. I don't care if it hurts." I scratch my nails down his back, feral with the need for him to take me over. Make me forget this shit between our families. Us fucking is like something out of my wildest sex dreams, and I'll never forgive him if he doesn't give it to me the way I want. The way I've always imagined.

On and on his hips churn against mine until suddenly his rhythm falters, and a change comes over him; his skin gets hotter, his muscles get harder, and a rough growling emits from his chest as he picks upthe pace. My pussy twitches, clenching around him in response to how animalistic he's being.

Oh God, the roughness is the best part.

"Mason,"I gasp, feeling my throat bob as I swallow hard."Mason…"

"Yes, love?" he replies, but my eyes narrow as I focus on our joining, not answering him.

His sweat drips onto my chest as he fucks into me; his hips chafe against my inner thighs, and he stares into my eyes the entire time. It's so intimate that I want to turn my face away, but I know he won't let me.

The slapping of our skin echoes around us for long minutes, filling the room as does our erratic breathing and my helpless moans.

The blood rushes in my ears.

I whimper, looping my arms around his neck, and he grunts hard with his last thrust, pushing my hips off the bed with the force of it. He stills as his dick jerks inside me. We pant, our breaths sounding loud and harsh in the quiet of the room. My fingers sink into his thick hair, flexing against the damp roots as lash after lash is released into me.

He groans again, lowering to my mouth and kissing me slow and sweet as he orgasms. Moaning into my mouth.

It's everything I've been wanting with him for four years.

He settles his body weight into me, his chest smooshing my breasts flat, his stomach pressing into mine intimately. We're both shuddering, and I give him a weak smile.

"Are you okay?"he asks me gently. "Oh, Jesus, Mel. Talk to me, baby." His face is a picture of concern as he flushes even more as his eyes roam my face with a sort of satiated curiosity that takes my breath away.

"Yes," I say, taking a deep breath, rubbing the back of my fingers against my lips. "Thank you, my love."

He buries his face in my neck, settling even more into me. It feels so right.

So worth waiting for.

Chapter nineteen

Making a Wife

Ipress kisses to her sweat soaked neck, her temple, and her lips until I feel her heartbeat returning back to normal. Gripping her hip, I disengage slowly, hearing her make a soft noise in the back of her throat.

"I know, baby; I'm sorry," I say quietly.

I hurt her.

I know she begged me for it but,Goddamn,I feel awful right now. Glancing down, I see blood on my dick, streaked on her inner thighs, on the bedsheets under us, and it'sa lot.