KENTLEE
Fury walks me to the back of the bar. I notice his entire group from the other day is there, along with a few new guys and some girls dressed scarily like I am—in barely there dresses.
Fury doesn’t say anything as he leads me to an empty chair and sits down, pulling me onto his lap. I feel awkward and try to keep most of my weight off of his thick thigh.
But after a moment, he pulls me even farther down his leg. With my hip nestled with his crotch, he wraps his hand around my waist, holding me still.
“I’m too heavy,” I murmur. He smiles before squeezing my side.
“You’re fuckin’ perfect, Kentlee,” he grunts, nipping my earlobe.
I start to relax in his hold.
Fuckin’ perfect.
No one has ever said that to me before, and I like it.
“Hey, Kentlee. Your sister really getting married?” a guy I remember from school asks me.
I can’t remember his name because we weren’t in the same social circle. He was a popular boy, though. I remember that much—hung out with Brentlee’s friends.
“Yeah, in six months,” I say with a smile.
“Huh. Never would have thought she’d settle down,” he says with a shrug.
He then turns to a woman wearing what appears to be a bralette as a top with a miniskirt.
“You ready to settle down like your sister?” Fury asks as his thumb makes firm circles on my hip.
“I’d actually have to date to settle down,” I practically snort.
He chuckles behind me, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive skin.
“I bet guys are constantly falling all over you,” he whispers, placing a gentle kiss on my neck. His scruff gently brushes my skin and I love it.
“No, they’re not,” I murmur.
“Let me take you home tonight. Show you exactly how I feel about you,” he murmurs against my neck. His lips trail down my neck, then my shoulder.
I should say no. I really, really should. I have never had a one-night stand, and I never thought I would—in my life…but Fury makes me want to be bad.
He’s sexy and he wants me. He’s told me, and now he’s showing me.
No man has ever acted this way toward me before—touchy and feely, kissing in front of his guys—and it is beyond flattering.
I shouldn’t be flattered.
Odds are, it’s just a game, a way to get in my panties—but I want it and I want him.
I want to be bad, just once. I want to feel desired by a man. I try to talk myself out of allowing him to take me home for about a second. I don’t know him. He’s part of a dangerous motorcycle club.
He’s bad, so very bad.
Yet, I want him, all of him—anyway I can have him.
“Yeah,” I shakily agree.
Fury doesn’t waste a second before he’s standing and giving chin lifts to all of his friends. A few of them wink, and the couple boys I knew from school look at him in complete shock as we walk together toward the door.
I catch my sister’s eye on our way out, and I watch her sway and smile toward me with a thumbs up. She’s drunk and obviously happy I’m getting laid.
Once we’re outside, Fury walks over to a motorcycle and throws one of his strong, thick thighs over the seat, straddling it.
I stare at the motorcycle in horror. How the hell am I going to ride on the back of this thing in my skin tight dress and high heels?
Uh-nuh. No way—no how.
“You okay, babe?” he asks, his eyes narrowing on me.
“No. I can’t ride on this thing. And don’t we need helmets?” I ask as he smiles.
“No helmet laws in Idaho. Hop on. Put your feet on the pegs and hold the fuck on, sugar,” he smiles.
I decide right then and there, I’ll do anything he wants if he’ll smile.
It’s that beautiful.
I do as I’m instructed, trying to keep my ass from falling out of my dress while placing my feet on the pegs of the bike. Then I give him directions to my house before we take off down the road.
I know I am clinging to his muscled waist as if I’m going to fly off at any second, but I can’t help myself. It’s scary as hell being wrapped around him in the open air.
It’s also exhilarating and exciting.
His stomach has hard ridges—muscle packed onto muscle—and my thighs clench around him in anticipation of seeing all of that bare.
Too soon, we are pulling into my little driveway next to my Camaro. I quickly scramble off of his motorcycle and try to pull down my dress.
“You have fun?” he asks, quirking a brow.
“I did.” I smile widely as he wraps his hand around my waist, pulling me toward his still seated body.
“You felt good back there, baby girl,” he murmurs, his face serious and his eyes focused on me.
The nickname sends something warm through me, settling in my belly. I turn bright red and smile, unsure of what to say.
“Come on inside,” I finally say softly.
He nods before swinging his long, thick leg over his bike, following behind me.
“Cute little place you got here, babe,” he remarks, closing the door and then flipping the lock.
“I’ve never done this before,” I blurt out. He blinks once before studying me.
“Have sex?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.
“No, I mean I’ve had sex. But never with someone I hardly know—only in a relationship. And it was only one guy, and I’m pretty sure he was really bad, because I never liked it,” I admit, unable to stop my blabbering.
Fury doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes two steps toward me, crowding me, and then his hands slide to my neck as his lips descend down onto mine. They are soft, warm, and firm all at the same time.
After a moment, I begin to melt into him.
When his tongue slides between the seam of my lips, I moan, opening my mouth for him as I move my hands to his chest, grabbing onto the soft cotton of his shirt.
Not wasting a moment, Fury glides one of his hands down to cup my ass as his tongue plunges deep inside of me.
I moan again as I rub my aching breasts against his chest. I know he has to be able to feel my hard nipples, but I don’t care.
I need relief. I need him.
I have never needed like I do right now.
Fury moans and moves his hand to wrap around the back of my thigh as he rips his lips from mine.
“Fucking hell,” he says in disbelief.
“Please,” I whisper, my lips swollen from his kiss and my body aching to be touched, to feel relief.
Fury looks down on me and it is as if something snaps inside of him.
Wordlessly, his hands wrap around my thighs and he picks me up—Picks. Me. Up.
I gasp in surprise, too shocked to tell him to stop or to put me down. My eyes don’t leave his. All I see is hunger in them, pure hunger. I shiver as my hand wraps around his neck for stability.
“Bedroom,” he grunts.
I point toward the closed door in the back of the house.
Fury walks toward my bedroom, kicking the door closed with his boot, and then he sits me down on the edge of the bed before taking one step back from me.
I bite the corner of my lip nervously. Fury’s thumb pulls my lip away from my teeth and traces it with the pad of his finger.
“This mouth is fucking heaven, Kent,” he murmurs, his eyes solely focused on my lips. “Want your mouth on my cock, baby. That gonna be a problem for you?”
My eyes widen at his words and I look up into his face.
“I…I…I’ve never…” I stutter, letting the words trail off.
“Then we wait until you trust me.” He shrugs and I stare at him in shock.
I can’t believe he isn’t trying to talk me into it. Lord knows Jason tried enough, but I just couldn’t do it. It didn’t feel right.
Somehow, I think with Fury, it wouldn’t be so scary. Maybe he’d take care of me and he
’d be patient.
“Want you, Kentlee, but I ain’t gonna scare you. Let me show you how good we’ll be together,” he rasps slowly, crouching down before finally resting on his knees.
I nod.
I'm unable to speak as his hands rest on the insides of my knees, gently pulling my legs apart. I jump when I feel his short beard tickle my thigh as his lips touch my skin.
I sigh when his shoulders dip and spread my legs even farther apart. I moan when one of his hands presses against my belly and pushes me down.
I feel his hot breath against the lace at my core, and then I gasp when his mouth is there. He sucks on me through my panties.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he groans before wrenching my panties to the side, sliding his tongue through my pussy.
“Fury,” I gasp, closing my eyes tightly.
“Sweet. So fuckin’ sweet, sugar,” he grunts. I whimper at his slurred words—he sounds drunk.
I feel his warm tongue circle my clit before he flicks it and pulls it between his lips. Phenomenal.
He flicks my clit one more time before he slides his tongue inside of me, nuzzling my clit with his nose.
The scratchiness of his beard against my sensitive skin makes my legs quiver.
Nothing has ever felt this good before.
Nobody has ever made me feel this good before.
I arch my back, pushing myself closer to him, needing more, wanting more, so close to my release.
“I want you coming on my cock the first time,” he announces, pulling away from my aching core.
I open my eyes and watch him slowly remove his leather vest thing, placing it on my reading chair in the corner. I widen my eyes as he takes two guns out of his shoulder-holsters, placing them on my nightstand, along with a huge knife.
The man is packing some serious weaponry. I open my mouth to say something about it, but all thoughts leave my brain as he sheds his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
I groan at the sight of him.
I was right.
He’s big everywhere.
His chest is wide and his biceps are easily the size of my thick thighs. The part of him that has me shaking, though, is his cock—holy shit.
He’s long and thick and long.
My eyes snap up to his and he smirks, having caught me eyeing his dick. He’s obviously proud—as he should be. He’s got Jason beat by inches.
“Take that dress off,” he orders.
I quickly sit up, sliding the dress up and over my head before throwing it somewhere behind me, happy to obey at this exact moment.
“Panties and shoes, too,” he chuckles.
I kick my heels off before rising to my knees on the bed and shimmy out of my now wet, lacy panties.
I’ve never moved so fast in all of my life. I can’t wait to feel his body pressed against mine, and to have that giant cock of his moving inside of me.
I think I’m dick drunk at the sight of all that is Fury.
“Fuckin’ hell, woman,” he hisses before closing the distance between us.
I feel his warm hand wrap around my waist. He makes me feel small next to him, and I love it.
“Fury,” I breathe, unable to say anything else.
“Gonna take this sweet cunt, baby. Gonna make you scream for my cock. Gonna make you addicted to me,” he promises.
His head dips down, and he captures one of my hard nipples between his lips.
Fury sucks my breast deep into his mouth. My hands fly to his hair, pulling him closer to my body as I arch my back toward him, loving the rough way he’s handling me as he lies me down on the bed.
I cry out when I feel his hard length slam inside of me. It burns as he stretches me, filling me, taking me.
“Fuck, so tight,” he groans from above me, his hands shifting from beside my head to tangle in my hair—pulling it tightly in his grip.
“More,” I plead.
My pleading word is like waving red in front of a raging bull. Fury slowly glides out of me completely before he slams back inside.
His hands in my hair are pulling my head back so far, my neck is arched toward him and my breasts are smashed against his strong chest.
I’m completely paralyzed—frozen by his weight pressing against me.
I love the way he has control. I should be scared, but I’m not. It feels too good, and I feel too safe in his arms to be anything but turned on.
“Cunt’s so good, sugar,” he moans as he continues to roughly piston his cock in and out of me.
He’s rough and rowdy.
The pain and pleasure are amplified with each thrust of his strong hips, bringing me higher and higher toward my climax.
“Please, Fury, please,” I beg as my body climbs, so close to my release.
“Soon,” he growls as he slides to his knees, one of his hands leaving my hair to wrap tightly around my hip. “Baby, love watching those fat tits bounce,” he mumbles, his eyes focused on my breasts as they sway with each plunge of his cock.
I gasp when he pulls completely out of me and flips me onto my stomach. I try to move to my hands and knees, but Fury’s hand wraps around the back of my neck and pins me to the bed.
His other hand wraps around my hip, pulling my bottom half in the air. His hand slides around my hip, and I feel his fingers press against my clit before he slams back inside of me from behind.
I close my eyes in sweet relief, knowing that soon, soon…I’ll explode.
His hold on my neck is firm, pinning me into place as I accept everything he’s giving me. It’s the first time I have ever been pinned down, held down, and roughly fucked.
My pussy throbs from his relentless thrusts.
I hear his soft grunts from behind me and feel his fingers pressing against my clit. I inhale and accept—everything.
I have never felt so desired or so beautiful in my entire life.
My breath hitches before I involuntarily scream, my climax rushing through me like a freight train.
I come long and I come hard, light bursting behind my eyes, my body shaking beneath him.
A second later, I hear Fury roar above me, and his cock twitches. I feel spurts of his release fill my body.
“Never want out of this cunt,” Fury murmurs as he continues to lazily slide in and out of my body.
I feel his chest press against my back, his lips nuzzling and kissing the crook of my neck.
“Fury,” I groan once he stops moving.
He stays planted inside of me, on top of my body.
“Babe,” he responds.
“You didn’t use anything,” I mention, suddenly realizing that this could be bad.
This could be really bad.
My heart starts to race and I feel sweat beading up on my skin. I have no clue how many women this guy’s been with, never mind the fact that he could have gotten me pregnant.
“You’re clean. I’m clean. Never want to fuck you anyway but bareback,” he grunts into my neck.
I try to move, but his big body still has me pinned to the mattress. I feel his hand slide from my clit to wrap around my waist as his other hand goes from around the back of my neck to fist in my hair. I gasp when he pulls my head back and turns it slightly, his eyes narrowing on me.
“The fuck?” he asks, looking pissed.
I fight everything inside of me not to melt at the beauty of his gray eyes and his gorgeous face, so close to mine.
“Get off of me,” I grind out between clenched teeth.
“Not leavin’ this cunt anytime soon, babe,” he announces. I feel my face heat.
“I’m not on anything, you asshole,” I snip.
Fury is looking at me like a beautiful, pissed off, God of a man. A beautiful, pissed off, God of a man that has no damn right to be pissed off–at all.
He finally chooses to pull out of me and stands up. I roll over onto my back, grabbing my sheet and pulling it over my naked breasts.
“Then you’ll get that pill they’re always
talking about, and then you’ll get on the pill,” he announces as he plants his fists on his hips.
I stare at him, jaw agape. This asshole cannot be fucking serious with me right now.
“I don’t believe in the morning after pill,” I say. He grunts before he responds.
“What’s not to believe? You take it and it takes care of it,” he mutters.
“You need to leave,” I say quietly.
“The fuck?” he asks, looking genuinely confused.
If I wasn’t so pissed, I might laugh at the look on his handsome face.
“You fucked me with no protection, and then you expect me to compromise my morals, because you fucked up? Get out of my house,” I say, a bit firmer.
“Crazy bitch,” he bites out, sliding his jeans up his hips.
“I’m not the one fucking girls with no protection, asshole,” I grind out as I stand and walk over to his stupid leather vest thing.
I take it in my hand and shove it against his chest as soon as he slides his shirt over his head.
“Should have stayed with the club whores instead of trying to deal with a civilian, princess cunt,” he grumbles.
I watch as he finishes getting dressed.
“Yeah, maybe you should be fucking whores—bitches who don’t give a shit about silly little things like protection.”
I’ve had it.
He takes a step toward me and tangles his fingers in my hair, wrenching my head back, arching my neck, and forcing my eyes to meet his.
“You’re a crazy fuckin’ bitch, you know that?” he mutters, his eyes focused on mine.
“I must be if I let you inside me,” I retort childishly.
“Still want to fuck you, though,” he murmurs as his lips crash down onto mine.
I struggle against him for a moment, but then succumb to his kiss. I refuse to open my mouth for him, though.
He slides his tongue over my lips, but I resist—hardest resistance of my damn life.
“Get out or I’ll call the police,” I whisper once he breaks away from me.
I have to give the warning. If I don’t, if he doesn’t leave, I’ll lie back down and spread my legs for him again.
“You’re a Crazy fucking cunt,” he growls.
He walks away from me, slamming my front door behind him.
I listen for his motorcycle’s rumble before I sink to the floor of my room, in nothing but the sheet wrapped around my body.
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