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“What did you just say?”

“I said fuck me, Fury.”

I didn’t need to be told twice as I rammed into her, my grip on her tight. I lightly lifted her pelvis off the table, allowing me to thrust more easily into her. Reaching over her, I smacked her breast, watching it turn red with primal satisfaction. She gave as good as she got, pulling and twisting her own nipples in time with my thrusts.

“Is that what you want, baby? Or do you want me to fuck you harder?” I asked, slamming into her hips harder, pushing her a few inches across the table. The moist sound of sexual activity echoed like a delightful tune, a melody that enchanted my ears as I increased my speed, pushing harder and faster into her while she abandoned her nipples and gripped the table’s side once more.

“Oh fuck! Fury, fuck me harder,” she screamed as I picked up the pace, her breasts moving in tandem with my thrusts. The litany of my sexual abilities went on, prompting her to bite her bottom lip in an attempt to contain a scream she was clearly struggling to withhold.

Fuck that.

She was my woman, and I wanted all of her, screams and all.

She received no warning from me before I applied a strong pinch to her clit, which led to her releasing a muffled scream while her body erupted in an intense orgasm. Experiencing the sensation of her body responding to her climax, with its warmth and constriction around me, pulled me in deeper and compelledme to share in her blissful euphoria. Resulting in what I could only describe as a moment of pure ecstasy.

My groan escalated, and my grip on her thighs tightened while I roared out my own release, pumping streams of cum deep into her hot pussy.

Never in my life had I ever had an orgasm that threatened to buckle my knees, yet I fucking knew if I wasn’t holding onto her legs, I would have fallen flat on my ass. When the last drop pulsed from the head of my cock, I looked down at her, gasping for air, as she once more looked at me and smirked.

“I want more.”

“Thank fuck,” I chuckled, wrapping my arms around her. I hauled her off the table and carried her upstairs. “Because I’m just getting started.”

“Thank God.”

Chapter Thirty

Montana

“SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!”

“Jesus fuck,” Reaper groaned, stepping on the gas. “Are you going to side-seat drive the entire way to Nebraska? Because if you are, I have no fucking problem pulling over and sticking your ass in the trunk.”

“There is snow on the ground,” I grumbled. “And for your information, there is no trunk in this SUV.”

“What’s your fucking point?”

“My point,asshole, is the roads are slippery,” I stated, glaring at the pain in my ass. “In icy weather conditions, you are supposed to leave at least two car lengths between you and the person in front of you. Didn’t you ever take driver’s ed?”

“No,” he snarked. “I got my license out of a fucking Cracker Jack box. YES! I took fucking driver’s ed, fucknuts, but it doesn’t fucking snow in California.”

“Bullshit. It snowed in Lake Tahoe just last week.”

“That’s the mountains. I live on the coast. Big fucking difference.”

“Whatever, just slow the fuck down.”

Doing as I asked, Reaper slowed the SUV to a more respectable speed, then sighed. “Happy now,Dad?”

“I fucking hate you.”

“Feeling is mutual.”

Leaning back against the seat, I enjoyed the silence of the cab and the quiet hum of the motor while I watched the landscape fly past. For as long as I could remember, I loved car trips. There was just something about driving on the open road, seeing unfamiliar sights, experiencing new things that made every trip exciting. Mom would always make a game of our road trips, anything to keep me and my brothers from fighting. While Dad complained and bitched every chance he got. He hated riding in a cage and made damn sure everyone was just as miserable as he was until he flat-out refused to go.

Those road trips with just me, Mom and my brothers were some of the best memories I had. Mom would take us on some grand adventure, and we soaked it all up.

Mainly, we enjoyed seeing Mom smiling and relaxed.

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