He hooked his hands underneath her knees and bent her legs up and back, spreading them wider at the same time. Exposed and utterly vulnerable, she struggled to maintain her sedate composition. If she tensed, given the dimensions of his cock, it would hurt.
What happened next surprised her. He leaned toward her, jutting forward his pelvis and when she lifted her head, she spied the smooth head of his penis nudging her mound, the slit leaking pre-cum. He dragged it down over her clit, rubbing it up and down on her sensitive nub, then just as the nerve endings rocketed with renewed vigor, he slid his cock inside her pussy. It entered without resistance. No force was necessary for penetration—his thick cock had slipped in with ease.
He held himself there, his eyes half shut, and appeared to savor the sensation. Jade wanted a firm thrust, the surety of feeling him inside there, right in her core. She didn’t have to wait long. With her knees approaching her shoulders and her feet up in the air, she was wrapped into a ball and it gave Mason the advantage of height and angle. He edged his cock deeper, slowly, and with the depth came the awareness of his size.
Jade held her breath as ring after ring of resistance was stretched and vanquished. The friction was both painful and divine. If the pain grew too much, she would cry out, scream at him to stop, but it didn’t. The pleasure won out, right up to the point he struck her limits.
She reached out with her hands and snatched the lapels of his shirt, and clung onto them as he thrust. He made each penetration count by fully withdrawing then grinding his way back inside her lush pussy. The pain diminished, replaced by an all-consuming need to come. She closed her eyes and listened to the duet of his hips slapping against her ass, which still basked in the heat of the spanking, and the racing beats of her heart.
“Let me feel it, Jade, go on,” he urged, breathless with his increasingly rapid thrusts. He’d not let go of her legs, keeping her form bent over and pinned down.
There was a tearing sound—one of the lapels had ripped. She’d fisted her fingers so tightly and used the fabric to support the weight of her torso to such an extent, the shirt had torn right along the seam of the shoulder.
Opening her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the pale skin that shaped around his collarbone and muscles; whiter than hers, almost translucent, but she also saw color, a darkness—the continuation of his tattoos.
It thrilled her, seeing that morsel of his body. If that was a taster of what lay hidden, she couldn’t believe her luck.
Mason relentlessly drove his cock back and forth with energetic pummels. Occasionally he gasped, particularly when she clenched and tried to capture his cock. She wanted that friction back, the tightness when the shaft grazed her sweetest spots. Each time he knocked the head of his erection against the deepest place he could reach, she moaned and her nipples throbbed with a glorious pinching sensation.
It was too much, the unending need to climax, and she had to admit defeat. The frantic nature of the sex was electric and that electricity shot through every nerve in her body as she came.
Jade screamed. It wasn’t her intention to be so vocal. The sound ricocheted around the hard surfaces and seemed ridiculously loud. The embarrassment didn’t dissuade her from continuing to holler. She kept up the screech until she ran out of breath.
Unable to inhale, she closed her eyes and drifted, waiting for the spasms to abate, so she could snatch a breath and replenish her lungs. Her long cry had diminished to a little groan of delight as the ripples of her orgasm continued to spiral out of her pulsating pussy. She grinned, a soft smile of satisfaction.
“Oh, yeah,” she muttered and finally let go of the shredded lapels and breathed.
When Mason withdrew, he stood back. She blinked several times before gaining her focus. He had a serious expression and not what she expected. His cock dripped with her essence and it had coated the shaft down to the leathery skin of his swollen balls. He’d not come or if he had, he’d not emptied because his cock was resplendently upright and darkly colored.
“No, not like this,” he said in a hushed voice. “This isn’t working.”
Jade’s heart skipped a beat. He’d changed his mind, realized it was impossible to have any kind of relationship with her—she was a fugitive, a criminal, an incompatible female. Her lower lip quivered and she beat away the tears in her eyes with one long blink of her eyes before squeezing them tight shut. She’d had an amazing orgasm, and it hadn’t exhausted her, it had fired her up to new levels of lust, but that climax would be the last one with Mason. It wasn’t what she wanted, not any more. Along with her freedom, she needed Mason in her life.
* * *
He’d made a mistake. Stopping was hard, but necessary. When he’d tucked his rock-hard cock back in his pants, Jade’s dewy-eyed slits had sprung wide open in surprise. Slowly, she flopped her legs down until her toes touched the floor. The disappointment at his abrupt ending was etched onto her expressive face.
He needed to explain quickly. “Not here.” He waved his arms around the cargo bay. The location might have worked for an impromptu spanking and a brisk fuck if that was all it was going to be, but he’d realized as she started to come, when he seen the strength of her orgasm, that the location was inappropriate. Wrong choice—she deserved something better, so much better. Guilt niggled at his lack of forethought; he should have foreseen she’d be different, that she would bring out something in him unlike anything he’d experienced before now.
“I don’t understand,” she stuttered, rising to her feet. Her legs shook, understandably, given both the spanking and the energy expended in keeping them bent in position.
He held her up and squeezed her arms gently. The girl was disheveled—panties gone, shoes too somehow, t-shirt crooked, but still hugging the tops of her thighs, and bra straps dangling down her arms. Her hair was tousled and her face flushed bright pink; the glow had spread to her neck and bosom.
“Not here,” he repeated before giving her a swift kiss on her lips. “Let’s go.”
“Where?” The puzzled expression remained on her face.
Mason chuckled. “My quarters. Where else did you think I might take you?”
Her tensed shoulders sank in obvious relief, which meant she’d assumed somet
hing worse. It pleased him to think the alternative—an abrupt dismissal—was unwanted, because it was for him, too. He also couldn’t help thinking how cute she looked when needy.
“Did you really think I’d stop at one swift fuck when I’ve yet to come in you?”
Jade shrugged her shoulders, a weak display of indifference. “I thought you’d changed your mind and me being who I am—”
He stoppered her sentence with a hard kiss. She nearly collapsed into his embrace by the time he disengaged to lick his lips. “I’ll carry you—”