Page 53 of Fury

“Soon, you will.”

I can’t wait.

His finger keeps moving, until he finds the slick passage of my pussy. There, he pushes his finger inside, making me moan as he curls it and carefully begins massaging that sensitive spot. Without warning, he lifts the belt and slams it down over my flesh. I cry out, jerking forward, unexpecting. He stops me from going too far by curling his finger inside me. The pressure of that, plus the burning pain on my bottom, has me gasping with need.

“Your cunt just held on so fuckin’ tight,” he growls. “You filthy girl.”

“Again,” I moan, pushing back into him as his finger keeps massaging, making the pleasure build.

He hits me again, and the sting has my moans turning to garbled screams as the orgasm gets closer to the surface.

“Oh, god,” I scream. “Again.”

“Fuckin’ dirty girl,” he growls.

He brings the belt down again, harder this time, and just as he does, he pulls his finger from inside me and replaces it with his cock, shoving in hard and fast as the sting of the belt tears through my body. Pure pleasure explodes in my core, and if it wasn’t for the fact that Fury leans forward and curls his arms around my body, I would collapse onto the bed.

He holds me there, fucking me with ferocity as my body shakes beneath his.

His fingers dig into the flesh on my stomach, hanging on as he rides me, his hips rolling in the perfect motion, hitting all the right spots. One of his hands moves between my legs where he finds my clit, and there, he rubs it as he regulates his thrusts, tipping his hips just slightly so that I can feel every inch of him.

I’m not even aware of my screaming anymore, I’m completely consumed by him.

He fucks me until I can’t cum anymore, and only then, does he find his own release. With a ragged moan, he cums inside me, pulse after pulse until there is nothing left. Finally letting my hands fall, I slump down onto the bed, coated in sweat and panting. Fury comes with me, but he rolls slightly to the side, so he doesn’t crush me. His mouth finds the back of my neck and he kisses the sensitive flesh there.

“You’re a bad girl, miss.”

I laugh croakily. “I’m deranged.”

“A little.”

I turn my head and shift my body so we’re facing each other. “Do you think I have issues?”

He studies my face. “No.”

“It’s weird, though. Right? I know it’s not normal, to want pain inflicted on me. I’m quite certain I would be a therapist’s dream. It has to do with the abuse, and I can’t help but feel like there is something wrong with me.”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with you. Most people have somethin’ that they feel or need that they wouldn’t dare share with the world because of how wrong it might seem. You had the guts to share with me. I respect that.”

I guess he’s right.

It makes sense, of course.

Everyone has a little something twisted in them.

“I think it’s because I trust you that I’m letting it out,” I say, offering a little smile.

“Means a lot that you trust I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“I know you wouldn’t.”

“Then go crazy, golden eyes. I’m here for it.”

I laugh and playfully shove his shoulder. “I’m quite sure you are. Come on, we had better get up so we can go pick up Hope. We should do something with her – something fun. I’m thinking ice cream.”

He grins.

“What?” I say.

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