Page 92 of The Spare

Chapter twenty-seven

Open Up

The next morning Mason's got me folded double in the center of the bed, going out of my mind with pleasure.

"Look at it," he rasps, his usually elegant voice is strained and hoarse from calling my name and growling his pleasure for hours on end.

I give him a tiny head shake. "N-No, Mason," I plead in a small voice, feeling my heart begin to pound heavily in my chest.

He makes a low, deep sound in his throat, wrapping his hand around the base of my neck and tilts my head down. I shiver at the sight of his cock only three fourths of the way inside me. My lips stretchedimpossibly wide. He fucked me so good yesterday that I'm swollen, and he's having a hard time getting all the way in.

"I keep warning you and warning you not to challenge me, and you just won't. Fucking.Listen."He exhales a breath as his abs tighten, and he slides those last three inches deep inside of me mercilessly. Splitting me wide.

I screech, clenching my ass as I try to recoil from him, but he's got me pinned to the mattress with his big body and there's no where to go. His hips press into mine heavily, and he pulls out, the piercings rubbing against my sensitive flesh as he pulls out almost to the tip and slings his hips forward in a harsh tempo, making me watch the entire time.

It doesn't take long. My face pinches up, and I cry out as I'm attacked from every angle by pleasure so intense I see stars.

We struggle against each other as I orgasm. My pussy spasms as heat explodes throughout my body, and he grunts as I come all over him like a waterfall. My juices slick everywhere, wetting us both. Satisfied, he lets my head go, and I fall back to the pillow, shuddering and moaning as I'm just so tired.

He's barely let me sleep. We've barely eaten.

He brought me to Italy to fuck me to death, and we've got twelve more days of this to go.

"That's not f-fair," I whimper, wiggling my hips side to side as he keeps himself pressed inside of me.

"What's not fair about it?" he says in a low voice. "You said I couldn't get all of me inside of you, so I merely showed you just how wrong you were." His eyes rise to mine, which are watering. I haven't been dressed since he took my clothes off when we got here yesterday. "When I tell you that you're going to take all of my dick, Melody, I don't mean half of it or a third of it; I meanallof it."

He rolls his hips against mine, and I shake my head, whimpering as he begins to fuck me, nice and slow. His pace letting me know we're going to be at this for a while, despite him pretty much being inside me for the last twenty-four hours.

He fists his hands into the mattress on either side of my head and holds himself up, his muscles bunching impressively as he circles his hips and thrusts leisurely.

"You're not tired?" I ask breathlessly, letting my knees drop open and relaxing into the feel of him fucking me.

He tilts his head, giving me a slow smile. "No, baby. And neither are you. And you want to know why?"

I nod.

He bends, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "Because you're whatever I want you to be," he purrs.

Three hours later we're basking in our private cabana, poolside, watching the other residents milling about in their swimsuits. I can't help staring, because there's a lot of people walking around in the nude.

I wanted to try, but Mason didn't let me.

I've been teasing him mercilessly about how tender his dick must feel, because I know I'm little miss throbbing city over here.

"You know," I say, tucking my arm behind my head and pull a leg up. "Like the time you were nailing that board and smashed your thumb and couldn't use it for like three weeks." I giggle, relaxing in the poolwith Mason while we eat our gelato. Beyond the pool, the ocean is beautiful. The sky is clear.

The people walking around are gorgeous.

He quietly clears his throat before he grins, and I wish he didn't have his sunglasses on so I could see the mischievous look in his eyes.

A group of three women roughly my age walk by, and they openly eye Mason who's scooping out a spoonful of gelato without a care in the world, not even noticing them, completely focused on our conversation.

"So what are you trying to say?"he asks in a snarky voice, making me snort on another giggle.

"I'm saying your dick doesn't feel like how I'm guessing your thumb felt?"

He chuckles, and the girls slow in their steps, one even looking over her sunglasses at him.