Page 43 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

Chapter twenty-four

Sex

I can see the second she clocks the seriousness on my face; she drops her wine glass on the table and turns on her heel the second my shirt hits the floor.

She yelps, running to the hallway and tearing around the corner. Her bare feet slap the hardwood floor with sharp taps, driving my arousal to feral heights as we enter into a cat and mouse game that she knows she's going to lose.

We both know it.

Shivers roll down my spine when she throws a panicked look over her shoulder, and she sees me in close pursuit.

We crash through the living area at almost a breakneck speed, and Melody vaults the couch like a fucking gazelle and stumbles, recovering quickly as she moves fast working her way to the piano, getting it between us.

She lets out a little giggle as I go to round it, and then she walks in the opposite direction.

Her chest heaves as she breathes hard. Not because she's tired out; no, because she's turned on by the chase. By me.

"I'm going to have so much fun fucking you, sweetheart," I say, moving a little faster.

"If you catch me," she says with a little grin. Her dark skin is tinged red, and her lips are stained red with the wine from earlier. She's drop dead sexy.

Will be even sexier with my cum smeared on her face.

The tension between us mounts as we stare each other down, walking circles around the baby grand.

I lunge forward, ready to end this game

"Massoonn!" she screams, laughing and backing up as I pull myself up by one arm and launch myself over the piano, sliding across the smooth surface.

I love showing her I just don't give a fuck sometimes.

Her eyes widen, and she turns before my feet even hit the floor, racing to the opposite end of the penthouse. Her huffs of breath cause my dick to strain against the zipper of my pants, but I ignore the momentary discomfort as I fly down the hallway in close pursuit.

We turn sharp corners and go past room after room until we find ourselves at the end of the penthouse in a huge library and half-study that so far I don't think she's seen before.

She pauses, panting lightly as she turns her head to look to the side, probably to see if there's another door to go through.

Nothing .

There's nowhere else to go.

I take advantage of Mel's stillness and snatch her up, smiling when she squeals as I lift her by her waist and spin her, tossing her over my shoulder. "Gotcha, butterfly," I say, landing a hard slap on her ass. "You never could outrun me, but it's fun to see you try."

"Let me dooowwnnn!" she yells, pounding against my thighs with her fists.

I ignore the blows, walking to the corner of the study to the right of the fireplace and set her down, keeping a hand on her wrists as I open a cabinet and pull out a low stool, placing it in the middle of the fireplace, though it's not lit.

As I stand up, I drag my hand up her leg, gripping her dress and pulling it up with me as I advance up her body.

Pre-come leaks from the tip of my cock as more of her glorious skin is revealed to me.

"What are you pouting for?" I say, ripping the dress over her head and tossing it across my desk.

My eyes immediately zero in on her beautiful breasts, and I can't help but reach forward and cup one, rubbing my thumb over her pebbled nipple.

Her eyes go hooded, and she sways into my touch; her lips part and her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip.

"I'm not pouting," she says quietly, moaning when I tighten my fingers in a gentle pinch, rolling and plucking at her nipple. Her scent sharpens in the air between us, and I bring my other hand to her nape, squeezing to stabilize her when she sways again.

"We're getting ready to test how strong these legs are," I say, trailing my hand down her stomach and to her mound where I go even lower, twisting my wrist and thrusting two fingers inside her warm, wet pussy, seeing her nostrils flare slightly as she sucks in a sharp breath.

"Fuck, you're tight," I growl, pumping my fingers in and out for long minutes until her legs are shaking.

I pull my fingers out slowly and hold them to her lips, smearing her cum on her mouth.

Before she can lick her tongue out again, I lean in, sucking her lips into my mouth.

When her taste is gone I pull away and jerk my head towards the stool. "Step up, and spread your legs."

She glances down with a nervous expression and steps up, bringing her about eight inches taller.

I eye her, undoing the button on my pants and shoving them down and off, tossing it over her dress, and then place my hands on her hips as I step forward and slide my aching cock through the seam of her pussy.

"Now, you can thank Henny and Isobel for this, since we were so rudely interrupted earlier."

Her eyes meet mine warily, and I press deeper, scraping against her clit until I find her entrance and slide in a few inches.

Deep enough I know I've hit her g-spot. I reach further behind her and gather her ass cheeks in my hand, bunching the flesh in my grip and pull her back, and then yank her back on me, our skin slapping together sharply. She traps a moan in her throat.

Her eyes widen, and she sucks her lip between her teeth.

I repeat the movement, every thrust dragging my shaft continuously along her clit, and I really wish I had piercings on top to make this even better for her. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, her long hair tickles my forearms and wrists as she exposes her pretty neck to me.

"Melody," I say sharply. She drags her head back and her eyes pop open, meeting mine.

Her gaze is so lustful a zing of pleasure draws my balls up tight, and I slow the pace of my thrusts in order to get control over myself.

"We're going to be here for a while, so hang on to me baby," I say, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her swollen lips .

She loops her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts to my chest and nuzzles into my neck, settling into me. Trusting me. I press my lips to her ear and glance at the clock on the mantle.

"Mason!" Melody pleads in a hoarse, strained voice, but I don't let up. "Mason, please stop!"

The room is filled with the sounds of our flesh slapping lewdly.

Sweat is dripping down my body, her body; her toes are curled around the edge of the stool, and there's a small pool of her excitement built up on the surface between her feet.

I'm so fucking turned on that I've been edging her for over an hour. I haven't given her one orgasm.

It's cruel, I know. But I wouldn't deny myself this for anything, even at the threat of her wrath.

My forehead rests against hers, my arms are rock hard and burn from constant flexing and contracting.

I couldn't move us because I didn't want to break this intimacy between us.

Fearing it might fucking kill my ass to part from her.

For the last twenty minutes I've been bearing the brunt of her body weight to keep her standing upright, and the pain I'm in right now is worth it.

She's worth it.

I turn my head slightly, my gaze roaming her face. She's flushed, her eyes are glazed over. Her breaths saw in and out of her lungs: some hitched, some breaths almost barely existent.

Her ass is bright red from my ruthless grip on her where I yank her off me and jerk her forward on and off my cock only deep enough to stimulate her g-spot. She whimpers and trembles in my hold. Her arms have loosened from around my neck, and she weakly clutches at my shoulders, almost spent.

I stop the hard thrusting and spend a second catching my breath.

My chest heaves, and my pecs are as hard as my arms. The veins stand out in sharp relief, which I can tell she likes very much as she stares at them excessively.

I pull out of her slowly, catching her when she makes a weak sound and sags.

"Brace your hands on the mantle," I say.

I turn her so her back is towards me and keep my hips firm on hers until her hands get in place against the dark wood.

Raising my hand, I push her hair to her front, running my hand down her spine.

"Your skin is like silk," I praise her. I caress her slowly, until I get to the waistband of her panties.

Bending down, I take a gentle bite out of the swell of her ass cheek, tightening my teeth until she raises up onto her toes and yelps.

Standing back up, I smack her ass harshly, watching the flesh bounce as a red handprint appears, marring her tan colored flesh.

Putting my hands on her hips, I pull her back slowly so she's leaned forward, bracing more of her body weight on her hands and then notch the tip of my cock in her entrance.

I wince. She's swollen from constant friction for so long.

And hot. Her heat sears me. I clench my jaw hard and snap my hips forward hard at the same time I yank her back completely onto my dick for the first time since we started, sinking deep into her in a thrust so hard she lifts off the stool several inches and just hangs there helplessly.

The scream that erupts from Melody's throat is unreal.

She scrambles to move her hands to the top of the mantle and grips, moaning and sobbing as she orgasms so hard it almost sends me over with her.

Her pussy clenches down so tight onto my dick that my world narrows down to nothing but me and her.

The library fades away, leaving the slight curve over her back, her hair, and her ass in a tunnel vision meant to set my body on fire.

I hold her there for a moment before I pull all the way to the tip and just fuck.

I let her body have it, unapologetically.

"I don't care about the whining," I hear myself snarl at her almost as if it's not even me talking.

"I don't care about your pleading, and I definitely don't care if you can't take anymore because you're going to.

" I lean forward, nudging her soft curls out of the way and putting my lips to my ear.

"We're making up for all the time that was taken from us. You with me?"

"Y-Yes," she says weakly, grasping with her toes on the surface of the stool. I drop her a couple inches until she finds purchase, and then I fuck this woman with everything in me.

I fuck her until my back burns with pain from every thrust, until my thighs are stone hard, and my hips are tight. Until my feet lose purchase on the floor and growls erupt from my throat, so loud that they almost drown out her whimpers and moans of pleasure.

My balls draw up tight, and a hot shiver of pleasure rolls up and down my spine. I'm taking her so hard that I know I'm going to have to be sweet with her tomorrow. On our honeymoon.

My and Melody's honeymoon.

I snarl, fucking her even harder at the thought of making her mine. I zone out, single mindedly focused on our pleasure. I bend my knees and pound, her cum splashing between the two of us as she's in a constant state of orgasm.

"Mason, oh my god, please baby, I'm b-begging you! M-Masooonnnn!" her sobbing voice sends me over the edge, and I thrust into her one last time and shiver as the tip of my cock literally explodes inside of her .

I tilt my head back and groan, grinding deep into her, soaking up the rhythmic clasps of her pussy.

We collapse at the same time, hitting the floor on our knees and rolling over to the side, both of us breathing hard.

I wrap my hands around her and pull her tight to my front, closing my eyes against the floaters obstructing my vision.

I hold a hand to my eyes and press, taking a deep calming breath as my thundering heart rate starts to slow.

"We're getting married tomorrow," she pants, her breasts beat wildly against my forearm.

"I know," I say, pulling my hand away from my face and rubbing it down her arm, soothing her.

"Isn't there some rule that says you aren't supposed to see your bride the night before, much less fuck them?"

I roll to my back, pulling a knee up and taking a deep breath. "I spent almost four years waiting for you. I could give a shit less about a day," I grumble.

"Even if it's our wedding eve?"

I feel my lips twitch with amusement. "Even then, butterfly. You think I'm going to keep my hands off you just because of a superstition?"

"It's not a superstition."

"Okay. Old wives’ tale, then."

She lets it go.

We're both quiet, listening to the gentle chime of the clock above us. "What's it like being married, do you think?" she asks quietly.

I roll my head back over to look at her.

She meets my eyes, and though hers are heavy lidded with pleasure, I know her well enough to see that anxiety she always wrestles with swirling around in there as well. I take her hand, bringing the back of it to my lips .

"Marriage is obviously different for everyone," I say slowly, treading lightly because she spent her whole life not seeing an example of marriage until my parents, and then her sister.

"But, that's why we need to trust each other to make our own path.

It's okay that we may not have all the answers, or know what we're doing all the time.

But, I promise to come to you, if you promise to come to me? "

Melody blinks nice and slow, before a smile spreads across her face. "Deal." She holds out her pinky finger and I chuckle, taking it with mine and pulling her to me for a harsh kiss.

"Want to have breakfast instead of working out tomorrow before the wedding?" she mumbles against my lips.

"As long as it's naked, and in bed."

I pull her up, pick her up bridal style and carry her to the bathroom, placing us both in the tub and laughing about the stunned look on Izzy and Henny's face when they caught us having sex.