Page 243 of Fury

“Finger, no.”

I shook with laughter. “Come on. You used to like doing it in public. This is your house for shit’s sake.”

“This is my porch, and this is a small town, and I have neighbors.” She pushed back against my shoulders, but I held on tight.

“Yeah, but, you must have a naughty rep, what with the goodies you sell at your store.” I tugged at the zipper of my jeans. “Show ‘em what you’re made of. You got any handcuffs around? A spreader bar?” I ripped my zipper down.

“Finger, you take that monster out, I’m going to get up and go in the house and lock the door behind me. And you’ll be out here with your dick in the wind while Mrs. Morris next door is trimming her hedges like she’s about to do now, every Saturday a.m. like clockwork. And across the street, Tom is prepping his lawn mower as we speak.”

“Monster, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” she breathed, the edges of her mouth curling upwards.

“Monster needs you, baby,” I whispered against her lips, my hands curving under her ass, rocking her against my hips.

She let out a tiny moan. “I need him too.” She kissed me again. “Let’s go inside. But I want to finish the tiling after.”

“Oh yeah, the tiling—” I let out a chuckle as I bit her throat.

“We have to.”

“We will.” I tucked her legs around my middle, sat up and got us through the front door into the house. She shut it closed behind me. I let her down, and she stumbled back a step as I toed off my boots, yanked off my shirt and my jeans, and then leaned against the front door, stroking my cock. Her head tilted, lips parted, her cheeks flushed pink. She could have whatever she wanted at the candy store.

“Get naked and suck on the monster ‘cause he wants to fuck those tits,” I said.

She tore off her thin sweatshirt. “Greedy monster.” Her breasts bounced free of the material, and my skin heated at the sight, my cock pulsing in my grip.

Mrs. Morris’s hedge trimmer rumbled to life, the lawn mower roared from across the street. Lenore laughed as she kicked off her shorts. “I’m going to make you groan real loud now.”

“Gimme your best,” I said on a grunt.

Her fingers went to her panty. A panty made of thin straps barely covering her.

“You keep that shit on,” I said, my hand pulling on my cock. “I’m gonna bite it off you as soon as you’re done with me.”

Lenore only grinned, her nails dragging up my thighs, a hand going around the base of my cock. She got on her knees, and her tongue swept and slid its wet heat over my balls.

My heartbeat hammered against my ribs as she finally took me in her mouth, her eyes on me. I fisted my hands in her hair, heat exploding in my veins. “Yeah. Yeah. Ahh, fuck…”

Afterwards, I got down on the floor with her and bit off her panty, just like I promised. She moaned, begging for my mouth, but I teased her, taking it slow, one thin satiny strip of strap at a time, one small lick at a time. When I was done with it, that panty was nothing but shredded strips hanging from a band, like a little flogger.

I tore it off her and ran it up her thighs, down her slit. “What do you think I should do with this now, Sunshine?” I whispered roughly, snapping it over her clit.

She let out a gasp, her eyes fluttering, back arching. “Yes…”

I whipped her clit with it until she came again. Needing her in my mouth, I flipped her over on all fours, gripped her ass cheeks and licked at her. I felt every quiver, heard every moan wherever my mouth sucked and nibbled, my tongue lashed. To be in her again, taste her again was fantastic. She stretched a hand back and grabbed at my hair, keeping me close, tugging on me hard as I ate her. She yelled out as she came. I rose and pulled both her arms back behind her, holding them against her lower back, and thrust inside her. I fucked her right there on her entryway floor, hard and fast.

Greedy, greedy monsters.

68

Beck arrived inSouth Dakota.He’d shaken my hand firmly, a grin on his face, not giving my scars a second look. He’d set the dining table like it was something he did regularly for her. Maybe he always had.

His wavy, dark blond hair hung in his face, barely touching his shoulders, and it shook with every full bodied laugh. He and his mother laughed together a lot. They both made the same scrunchy face right before the laugh ripped out of them. It was adorable. Was that in his DNA or had he picked that up from living with his mother?

She put a huge bowl of whipped mashed potatoes in front of him that she’d made herself with lots of butter, cream, sea salt, and a touch of garlic.

“Yes, yes, yes!” he said, taking the bowl in hand and spooning huge puffy mounds onto his dish.

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