Page 52 of Fury

“Quit fuckin’ biting me.”

“Not until you stop being angry at me.”

“You’re riskin’ your life, it’s not goin’ to happen.”

“I’m getting my life back so we can have a chance together.”

“I could do that for you,” he mutters, releasing my hair.

“Maybe,” I say, going back to his shoulder, gliding my tongue over it. “But I couldn’t live with that, and you wouldn’t be getting the best of me then. I need to do this my way if I’m to ever move on.”

“He deserves a fuckin’ bullet.”

Lifting my head, I meet his gaze. “Yes, he does, but it won’t be because I ordered it.”

“Don’t have to order it, I’ll do it without permission.”

I smile, leaning forward and pressing my mouth against his. “I have no doubt. Now come on, don’t make me beg for it.”

“You’ll be beggin’,” he murmurs, his voice less tense now.

Running a hand up, he glides it over my bottom before sliding it up my back. He kisses me back when I keep urging his mouth to part. I wrap my arms around his neck, rocking my pussy against his dick as I kiss him, deeper and deeper, until his dick turns rigid beneath me. Only then do I pull away.

Climbing off him, I scoot down and reach for his jeans, undoing them. Lifting his hips, he lets me pull them down until his cock springs free, hard and eager. Licking my lips, I look up at him before curling my hand around the thick shaft. His hiss of satisfaction spurs me on, and I lower down, enclosing my mouth around the tip. Fury’s hips jerk and his cock stretches my mouth wide as I lap at it, licking and sucking every hard inch.

“You better slow down,” he growls, “or this won’t last.”

“Maybe I don’t want it to,” I say softly, my lips swollen as I look up at him.

“If you’re goin’ on a damned suicide mission, then I’m goin’ to have that pussy once more.”

“So morbid.” I smirk, releasing his dick and pushing to my knees. “How do you want me?”

“I want you on your hands and knees so I can spank that pretty little ass for goin’ against me.”

I grin, reaching for my pants to shuffle them off. “Oh.”

Fury watches me undress, and when I’m before him naked, his eyes run over my body. “So fuckin’ curvaceous, your body does things to me.”

Considering he could have anyone he wanted, that’s a huge compliment.

“Fury?” I ask, when he kneels on the bed to bring his jeans down.

“Mmmm?”

“Spank me with your belt.”

His eyes flash, and then grow hungry with desire. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “So sure.”

With a pleased growl, he reaches for his jeans and pulls his belt off. Then, he nods at me to turn around. With a satisfied grin, I turn until I’m on my hands and knees, my bottom facing him. Approaching from behind, he runs his hands over the ample flesh before gliding one up and over my ribs, moving around to squeeze my breast. I moan with delight, and I can feel his cock against my bottom as his mouth comes down to my shoulder, and he begins kissing.

Shuddering, my entire body comes to life as he drags his mouth down my spine, until he reaches my bottom. There, he bites down hard on the flesh, causing a scream of pain to rip from my throat, followed quickly by a bolt of pleasure. My word, I’m sick, but I love it. I want more. Every burst of pain only turns me on, making my desire grow. It’s twisted, I know, but I can’t deny it.

Moving his mouth from my bottom, he uses a finger to glide down, over my entrance where he pauses, his finger right there, in a place nobody has ever been. “You ever been fucked here?”

His words are filthy, and I love every second of them. “No,” I respond, my voice mellow and crackly.

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