Page 40 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

Chapter twenty-two

For-yesss

H e 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, closing us 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.

When I go to look away, he brings my face back to his and tilts his head .

"I'm about to make you feel even better," he says, taking the strap of my dress and pulling it down right as the elevator dings and the doors open. He swings me around, carrying me into the foyer where he shoves the big vase of flowers over and then puts me on the table.

The elevator closes with another ping.

He keeps his eyes on mine as his hands shove my dress up my thighs and then grasps my panties, yanking them down my legs and throwing them carelessly to the floor. My fingers curl around the edge of the table as he jerks my knees up then leans down and the licks up the seam of my pussy.

I stiffen and cry out, digging my nails into the wood.

"Goddamn your taaaste," he growls.

My hand slaps over my mouth as he takes both of his hands and spreads my lips wide for him and settles his lips over my clit and sucks.

And sucks.

And sucks.

"Mason!" I scream, wiggling as he mercilessly eats me through my first orgasm. My shoulders fall to the table and my hips slide off the edge as he bears all my body weight on his arms. He cups my ass with his hands, his forearms flexing as he works my hips up and down slightly.

I'm so sensitive I can't bear it.

I sob with my next orgasm.

He rips his mouth away from me with a wet, sucking sound and then stands up, pinning me with a lustful look. "Are you sore from the other night?"

Yes, but I might die if he doesn't fuck me again.

I swallow hard. "N-Not badly," I stammer. At his slight hesitancy my eyes widen. "No, please! Please fuck me. I want it." My voice quivers as I begin to plead so hard my eyes water.

When I hear his belt buckle, my breath hitches in my lungs as he moves me quickly, hauling me off the table and then yanking me down onto his cock on an animalistic grunt.

I throw my head back on a wild scream of my own, digging my nails into his neck and shoulder as he splits me wide open, only getting about halfway in before he stops due to my body’s resistance.

I break out into a full body mist of sweat, trembling as he adjusts his grip on me to fist both of his hands into my hip and then pulls me off him before slapping his hips forward into me. My face pinches tight at the pleasure of him spreading me wide.

"You're too swollen," he growls, looking down his nose at me.

Scared he's going to change his mind, I give him a defiant look. "Make me," I whisper. Arching a brow I flex my pussy muscles and tighten down on him. "Make me take it, Mason."

He tilts his head, his eyes falling to my lips.

"Or," I whisper, tilting my head up, goading him. "Or maybe you're not man enough?"

A wince passes his face, and he swings me quickly, placing my shoulders against the wall before he lets one of my hips go and then presses my face to the side, against the wall, palming the entire side of my head. I firm my leg around his hip, letting him know I'm with him.

Mason pulls all the way out then rolls his hips against me, smoothing his dick through my pussy lips, getting it wet before notching back into my opening.

"Ready?" he asks. He leans a little to the right and then drives forward all the way into me until his balls slap against my ass, shoving me up the wall several inches and making me scream in earnest.

The muscles of my legs tighten as my knees dig into his ribs .

"Not man enough?" He pulls back again and sets a firm, fast tempo. "Is that what you want, huh? To show you what a real fucking man can do to you?"

I feel my orgasm gathering deep in my core, winding tighter and tighter with every thrust into my sensitive body. He grunts roughly, keeping my face pressed to the side leaning into my ear to whisper like the devil.

"You're going to think twice the next time you challenge me, aren't you, Melody?"

I whimper, feeling my nipples draw so tight they hurt. He fucks into me over and over until I'm covered in sweat and move my hand to his wrist, tugging. He grabs my jaw and jerks me to face him, capturing my lips with his and licking into my mouth just as thoroughly as he's fucking me.

"Oh Mason," I cry out biting my lip and screeching low in my throat as my orgasm begins to unfurl.

He moves hard against me. Fucking me like he's got all the stamina in the world. I throw my head back, feeling his lips wrap around my nipple and nip at me.

My skin flushes warm, and tingles erupt everywhere as I jerk, screaming against him.

"That's riiiggghhttt," he groans.

Chuckling, he lifts his head up and cups the back of my head, making me look at him while I orgasm. I moan, breathing hard and thrashing against him as his thrusts draw out my pleasure. But he doesn't stop slapping against me tirelessly.

My toes curl, and I toss my head back on another orgasm, but he tightens his fingers against my scalp and keeps my head still, staring deep in my eyes.

"Don't you fucking look away from me," he snarls .

"Mason," I flinch when he gives me an expert circle of his hips that nudges my clit just right, and I let out a small scream. Squirting on him.

I fists my hands in his shirt, yanking as I fight against him, but he just laughs and thrusts somehow even harder, making me bob up and down, counteracting his thrusts.

My orgasm burns. Sweat drips down between my breasts, and I whimper helplessly.

My pussy spasms hard, and heat fills me from the tip of my head to my toes as he works to make this the most intense orgasm of my life.

"It's not stopping," I sob, trying to jerk out of his grip on my hair, but he tightens down even further on me, slowing his thrusts now from the hard slapping to slow, purposeful movements that have my eyes going wide. I flinch again. "Uhnnnn," I moan, biting my lip so hard I break the skin.

"You like it deep, huh?" he says, getting that wicked smile on his face.

Suddenly the elevator doors open and my eyes slide past him right into the eyes of Hendrix and my sister, whose smiles drop the second they see us, and their eyes go wide. Hendrix takes a fast step back and then turns to the side, but it doesn't matter, the elevator's mirrors reflect everything.

I'm dying, but there's nothing I can do about it. I can't stop it.

I can't even close my eyes I'm so stuck.

Isobel's brows rise as her eyes drag down our bodies before she turns too, and then covers her mouth with her hand.

I can't speak past my orgasm, and Mason's so lost in me he doesn't notice they're here. "You thought you were going to get away with challenging me? What did I tell you about that? You're never going to win against me, Melody. "

I suck in another breath and sag against him, pressing my lips into his shoulder and biting down hard. He thrusts three more times and then comes with a growl, grinding against me.

His breaths puff warm against my neck, and I let go of my hold around his shoulder. "Mase, let me go," I whisper. "Your brother…"

Mason stiffens against me and tilts his head to catch my eye. "My brother?" His head recoils.

Hendrix chooses at that moment to clear his throat loudly, and Mason's head snaps to the side, clocking them still standing with their backs to us in the elevator.

"What the fuucckkk?" Mason breathes, his eyes narrowing in anger "Are you fucking serious right now, Hendrix?

" His head turns back to me and then disengages, lowering me, and placing my feet to the floor. "Can you stand?" he says quietly to me.

I nod. "Yes." I keep my eyes averted and hurriedly try to pull my dress back up onto my shoulder and cover up my breast. I am utterly mortified, but Mason is pissed. His movements are jerky and rushed as he tucks his cock back in his pants and fastens everything, tucking his shirt back in.

"Go open the door, baby," he says.

I turn to walk, thankful to be out of sight of our siblings even if it's for just a couple seconds.