Page 77 of The Spare

Like I broke you off last night?-Mel

Oh fuck, this woman. I chuckle.

Worse. Way worse. You're gong to pay for your behavior last night. -Mase

You're going to punish me?-Mel

Focus on your class, sweetheart, and get your assignments for tomorrow. You're not going. -Mase

The bubbles pop up quick.

Mase, I can't miss anymore school. I can only miss four days a session. And I already have missed one. -Mel

Well, you're going to miss tomorrow too. -Mase

I put my phone up and go about my day as usual and pick her up from campus at four p.m. on the dot. She tosses her backpack in the backseat and then slides in smoothly.

"Hi, baby," I say, leaning over to give her a kiss. I take her lips thoroughly. She moans into my mouth and puts her hand into my lap, grabbing my crotch. I growl into her mouth, nipping her bottom lip. "You trying to get thrown in the backseat?"

"I don't think you can fuck me right back there," she whispers against my lips.

I pull back. "Is that a challenge?"

Her brows rise, and she flushes, looking nervous. "No."

I smile. "Ah, maybe another time then."

Pulling her hand off my dick, I entwine our fingers as I pull out into traffic. Intent on fucking the shit out of my fiancée as soon as we get home.

Chapter twenty-two

For-yesss

He parks and yanks me out through his car door.

"Mason!" I squeal, stumbling behind him as he pulls me behind him. He walks swiftly to the elevator, laughing, and we’re pulling at each other. He smashes the penthouse button, dragging me inside when the doors open, and then picks me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around him as he slams his lips onto mine. Devouring my mouth.

The doors shut, closingus inside.

I moan as he presses my back into the wall. "I need you," I whisper, licking into his mouth and gripping the nape of his neck. He thrusts his hips against me, agitating my clit and making me moan louder.

We break our kiss, resting our foreheads together. His eyes catch mine as he rolls his hips slowly and purposefully into me. The hard bulge of his erection presses perfectly against my pussy, and he rolls a little harder this time, stimulating me just right.

He repeats the movement over and over again until I begin to shiver against him. He chuckles low and deep in his chest.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good," I gasp. "Don't stop."

I jerk as his hand smooths up from my hip to my waist and then higher, cupping my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. His eyes bore into mine as he traps my nipple in his fingers and rolls at the same time he gives me another circle of his hips. My mouth falls open, and my brows scrunch together as the air freezes in my lungs.

"Does that feel good, too?" he asks quietly, like he's unwilling to break this spell between us.

"Yes," I whimper.

He tugs on my nipple, and the pleasure shoots straight to my clit where it throbs incessantly. My desire winds higher and higher, until my skin becomes dewy and my cheeks turn red. I glance past him in the mirror, seeing our reflection in the wall behind him.

I tilt my head slightly, seeing my legs wrapped high and tight on his torso. His thick hips continue to circle into me, his arm moving slowly as he plays with my breasts. His head turns as he goes to look up the expanse of my neck.

Goosebumps appear on my arm.