Fury (New Adult Romance) - #1.5 Fierce Series

by Clarissa Wild

  “If this thing doesn’t come off within the next six seconds, I’m going to tear it off you,” I say, annoyed that she isn’t already naked and ready for me to take her.

  When I finally pop the button, I rip down her zipper and pull down her pants in one go. She gasps, shuddering, her legs squeezed together. Oh, no, no, no … now’s not the time to become a prude. I chuckle. “Too late to stop now, Leafy.”

  I press my lips against her skin, savoring the taste of her legs as she pushes aside her pants.

  “I don’t want to stop,” she murmurs.

  Well, isn’t she brave …

  My finger slides up her thigh, and she immediately clenches her muscles, afraid of what I’m going to do to her. As if it’s going to be bad. Well, I am bad … in a sexual way of course. There’s nothing I’ll do that she won’t like, though. But I think I’ll start with getting her out of these panties so I can finally get a good look at her.

  I tear them away, not giving a shit about pulling them off properly. She squeals as I throw them aside, ripped to pieces. “I told you I’m not nice,” I say, grinning wickedly.

  She blushes, her cheeks turning cherry-pink as I lick my lips, her yummy pussy right in front of my face. She’s beautiful in every possible way, and I want to show that she is. That she deserves to be loved by a man who can give her what she needs. I’m going to show her that I can be that man. Her pleasure is the ultimate gift, and with her pussy on display I am dying to give her a taste. Literally. I want to lick her so badly, I just do it.

  I press my lips against her thighs, moving closer and closer to her pussy. “Hmmm … I guess you never had this either.”

  She shakes her head, panting as I move up, inching closer to that one spot … And when I touch it, holy shit, it’s like she explodes. I can hear her soft cry as I press my lips down on her folds. I can’t help but let my tongue dip out to join in the fun. She tastes divine, and I want more of her. I lick her clit, alternating soft and hard strokes, sometimes flicking it sideways. Her whole body is trembling, and she has trouble standing. Her moans excite me as much as her taste does. It’s such a fucking honor to know that I am the first who gets to taste her. I’ll make sure to remain the last as well.

  “God, I love it that I’m the first. You’re so fucking delicious,” I murmur against her pussy.

  My kisses are hot and fast, my tongue equally needy. I part her legs with my hands, making more room so I can fully dip my tongue inside her. I feel her trembling above me, her clit thumping with desire. She takes in short, hot breaths, moaning in between, and I can feel her temperature rising. She’s on the verge of breaking down, her face contorting beautifully with the climax that’s about to come over her. A loud moan escapes her mouth, and her legs almost collapse underneath her. I hold her steady with my hands, lapping up her wet pussy. I keep going and going until she’s sated and panting heavily. Her entire body is shaking, but I don’t give her time to recover.

  I chuckle from the look on her face when I pick her up. “No breaks. I want you. Now,” I growl, throwing her on the bed. I can’t wait any longer. Now that I’ve seen her come twice, I want to feel her around my cock. I’ve been saving up way too much, and I’m going to fill her up to the brim.

  Unbuckling my pants, I jerk down everything standing between me and her pussy. Leafy’s eyes widen as my dick springs loose from my boxers, the look on her face wickedly naughty. It’s like she’s eye-fucking me.

  Fuck, it’s so hot. “Like what you see?”

  She slams her mouth shut and smiles like she just got caught staring. I don’t mind. I like it when she looks at me like that, because it makes me feel powerful. I crawl onto the bed, and she clenches her legs as I approach, my cock prodding her thigh. Her chest moves up and down quickly as she gulps in air. She’s still scared of me, even after all of this. I don’t want her to be scared. I’m never going to hurt her. This should be fun, exciting, pleasurable for her as well.

  Leaving tiny kisses on her thigh and belly, I slide up to her tits and suck on her nipples again. She writhes underneath me, and I grasp her other tit and rub my fingers over the tip. She wraps her arms around me, latching onto my hair like she’s going crazy with lust. I kiss her chest, her neck, her jaw, and everywhere else I can. I want her to know how much I desire her. How much I want to make her mine.

  “You have condoms?” I ask in between my kisses.

  She murmurs, “Drawer.”

  I get up and fish a condom out of the drawer, ripping it open with my teeth. The condom lands on her belly, and I snatch it away. Rolling it over my length, I take in a sharp breath as my fingers touch the tip of my cock. It’s fucking sensitive right now, and I’m dying to bury myself deep inside her. I wonder what she feels like. If she’s as soft and warm as her skin, if she’s tight and wet for me. God, I’m so horny I just want to jump her.

  I fall back down on her, careful not to hurt her. I feel like a fucking animal right now, but I have to control the urges to ram my cock into her. This is her first time, and first times should be special. I want to make it special for her so she remembers this. I don’t even remember my first time.

  I look deep into her beautiful blue eyes, giving her a comforting smile as she puts her arms around my neck. My cock is grazing her wetness, and I’m literally shaking with anxiety.

  “You ready for me, Leafy?” I ask, pecking her on the corner of her lip.

  “Yes. I was always ready for you,” she murmurs.

  This is what I love about her. That she’s so willing to give herself to me without restraint. Even when she’s afraid, she still has the courage to experience this, because she wants to. And I want to give this to her. She begged me to love her, and I will.

  “Here I come,” I whisper into her ear. I push forward, gently entering her. Her muscles envelop my cock as I slide into her, and it feels heavenly. She closes her eyes, and my eyebrows draw together because I’m concentrating on not plunging into her. I don’t want to hurt her, but my cock is throbbing in her fucking wonderful pussy. God, she’s fucking tight.

  Her legs wrap around mine as I dive deeper, and she whispers into my ear, “Make me yours.”

  Oh, fuck me. She had to go and do that. Well, I can’t hold back the beast inside me anymore.

  I crash into her mouth, kissing her raw pink lips while sinking my cock into her pussy. She gasps into my mouth and I push my tongue inside, swirling it around hers. She’s snug and warm around my length, and I can’t help sliding in deeper. I want to be inside her as deep as I can, to have every inch of her.

  She pushes her hips up to meet mine, desperately trying to get closer, make me go further. I love it. I pull out my cock and push it back in, slipping and sliding back and forth. Her wetness is making it easy for me to pump into her, and soon the horniness takes over. I think I whisper into her ear words like ‘you’re so tight’ and ‘do you like it?’, but I’m too consumed by lust to remember. Her moans and gasps make me delirious with desire. I want her so much, even burying my cock deep inside her doesn’t sate my need.

  Her nails are digging into my skin as she frantically pulls me closer to her, pressing her tits against my chest, her hardened nipples grazing my skin. I pump inside her with virility, groaning with every thrust. My muscles clench as my cock begins to thump uncontrollably. I’m about to burst with cum. When she squeals with delight, I explode.

  Oh … Fuck. A deep grunt escapes my mouth as I spill my load into her. She’s coming with me, her muscles clenching around my cock, practically milking me. I feel it pulsate, the continuous throbbing releasing a sweet ecstasy of pleasure into my brain. I keep thrusting inside her, lengthening our orgasms. When both our bodies are no longer shuddering with pleasure, I pant and let myself sink down on top of her. She wraps her arm around me, and my spent cock spills from her pussy. I lean up on my elbows and take off the condom, throwing it into the bin. Then I drop down next to her, tired as hell.

  My eyes were closed, but when I open th
em again I find her biting her lip so hard it leaves a mark. She’s looking at me with complete and utter amazement, her cheeks flushed red like a beet. I’m lying right on top of her hair, some of the curly bits tickling my nose. I smell her scent, and feel delirious all over again. She shivers, her lips quivering, and pulls up the blanket.

  For a moment I was so lost in my own desires I didn’t take her virginity into account. I totally forgot about it. And that’s bad. It’s fucking bad. I realize that maybe I should have gone easier on her.

  “Did I hurt you?” I ask.

  She’s silent for a moment, rubbing her lips while all kinds of emotions flash by on her face. I wonder what she’s thinking and why she’s overthinking it.

  “No,” she says after a while, and a cute grin forms on her face.

  A sigh of relief escapes my mouth. I’m glad she said that. It makes me feel a little better about what I just did. I hope she thought it was nice. I did. I want to make her happy, and I want her to stay with me. I’d do anything for her.

  I smile back and nudge her head closer, gently pecking her on her temple. My hand curls around her belly, and I pull her toward me. I want to envelop her with my body, my warmth, my soul. This is my way of showing her that she means a lot to me. When I look at her, I can’t help but smile. She turns my world upside down, and I’m thankful for it. I think I could even say I love her.

  “I … I …” she mutters. I don’t know what she wants to say, but looking at the blush on her face it’s probably something embarrassing.

  She opens her mouth tentatively. “I love you.”

  Oh, God.

  Seconds tick by, and the words she spilled repeat in my head.

  Did she really just say that?

  I can’t believe it. Nobody has ever said that to me.

  It takes a while for me to realize that it wasn’t just a dream. She said she loves me. But how? How can anyone love a person who lies to them? Who treats them like shit and then makes it sound okay by telling her it was all for a good reason? Part of me is telling myself that’s the truth, and that I deserve her love for everything I do. Another part of me is telling me this is not okay. I’m in her life, whether she wants me or not, and I love her. I just don’t feel like I’m worthy of her love.

  What do I say now? Does she expect me to say it back to her? That would make it seem like it wasn’t real, like I’m only saying it because she said it. I don’t feel like this is the time yet. I feel like I need to do so much more to make it all up to her.

  So I do the only thing I know. I make her a promise, but this time I know it’s one I can keep. “You’re mine now.”

  Chapter 27

  Deceit and Lies

  I feel something bump up against me, so I groan. I have no fucking idea where I am, but this bed feels small, and it’s fucking hot in here.

  “Sorry.”

  My eyes flutter open at the sound of her voice. The first thing I see are her bare arms and neck sneaking up from under the blankets. Her big blue eyes stare back at me, and I just smile. I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep. Goes to show how much I feel at home when I’m around her. She does this to me. Makes me feel safe and wanted. She’s my sun, the radiance that wakes me in the morning, the person who makes me believe I’ll be okay. Who makes me fight for a future we could have together. The girl I want to keep. She’s so fucking beautiful … I can’t even describe it.

  “Hey, beautiful,” I croak, still half asleep.

  She giggles and nudges me with her hips. “Wake up.”

  I groan, not wanting to get up yet. “Why?” I want to snuggle up against her and bury my head between her tits. It’d make for a nice pillow. Besides, now that I’ve seen them, I suppose it’s not awkward to do so anymore. Maybe I should just try.

  “Shower,” she muses.

  “Hmmm …” I murmur. I can already picture her standing naked in a shower stall, lathering herself in soap, and me, running my hands up and down her perky ass and tits, rinsing her. Hmm …

  She giggles. “C’mon. I wanna shower. I feel dirty.”

  Oh … Dirty. “I like that …” I really like the sound of that. What I did with her last night wasn’t even half as dirty as it could get.

  She giggles again and shoves me. Oh, cheeky. I like that even more. I throw the blanket off me. “I’ll take you up on that offer.”

  I stretch and let out a roaring yawn, something I always do before I get up. Meanwhile, Leafy’s already out of bed, and she’s bending over, searching for fresh panties. I can easily stare at her nice ass from here. Damn, it gives room for a whole array of nasty thoughts such as taking her from behind. I wouldn’t say no to that. Maybe I’ll take her like that once she’s used to me.

  When she turns around and sees me checking her out, she flushes, and hurries to put on a bathrobe.

  “Aw …” I say. Too bad, I was enjoying the view.

  “Do you always blatantly stare at naked chicks?” she says, grabbing some shower gel.

  “No. Just you,” I say, and I jump out of bed. “And I’m not saying no to getting under the shower with you.” I grab a towel and cover up my package.

  “When I said ‘shower,’ I didn’t actually mean together,” she muses.

  I grin, stepping in front of her. “But you do want to.”

  Her eyes widen and the redness of her cheeks spreads to her neck. “What? I … uh.”

  I lean in, gazing into her eyes while hovering dangerously close to her lips. “Don’t deny it.”

  I grab a hold of her hand and drag her to the girls’ bathroom. A girl like her would never want to go into a guys’ bathroom, so this is my best bet if I want to shower with her. I could make my morning-sex thoughts come true.

  I turn around and take off her glasses. “Too bad you can’t shower with them. I love how you think you can hide your ogling behind them.”

  I pull open her robe and let it drape off her shoulders. She’s completely naked and I love the sight of her. I love her long legs, round hips, and clean-shaved pussy. I love those pink nipples coaxing me to suck them.

  She squints, a sly smile appearing on her face. With one jerk, she rips off my towel, my cock springing up to meet her. I’m not sorry; I won’t hide my erection. I like it when she looks at me with that drooling glare of hers, like she’s hungering for it. For some reason I immediately wonder if she’s ever sucked cock.

  Hmm, yep, me and my random horny thoughts.

  I push her inside the stall as she turns on the shower. Now I can finally put my fantasies to good use. Squirting some gel onto my hand, I rub it nicely before putting my hands on her. I lather her with the soap, paying extra attention to the swell of her tits, her nipples, her perky ass and her inner thighs, working my way up but avoiding her sensitive spot.

  I can see her looking down at my cock, and I grin. Her lustful eyes make my cock thump up and down with enthusiasm. I like it when she’s all hot and bothered because of me. It takes every ounce of my will not to ask her to come take a better look and let her lick it. I mean, it’s too soon. Although I would love that. But it’s not like I’ll have to wait forever, which I won’t, since I’ll make it happen soon enough.

  As I’m done rinsing the soap off her, she looks at me, her eyes shifting back and forth between me and the floor. Her brows draw together, and I know that she’s thinking about something, because she’s biting her lip.

  “What are you thinking about?” I ask.

  “Nothing?” she says, trying to avoid the conversation. I don’t believe any of it.

  “I can tell when you’re lying. You always blush.” I laugh a little. “C’mon, tell me,” I say, pulling her closer by her waist.

  “Do you …. Do you love me?” she asks.

  Shit.

  Fucking shit.

  Why did she have to ask that question now?

  “I …” I stammer.

  Of course I love her, but I’m still confused about yesterday. What I feel for her is real, I know th
at, but I doubt if she feels the same way about me. Even if she said she did, I still can’t believe her. That’s my problem, and I know exactly why. I just can’t fix it that easily.

  “No. Don’t,” she mutters. “I don’t want you to feel forced to say it. Then it’s not real.”

  I place a finger on her lips before she says another word she’ll regret. It’s not true, and I don’t want to hear it. “I don’t feel forced. I’m just baffled. But if I say it now, you’ll think it is.”

  “Why are you baffled? It’s not weird, is it?” she asks, her cheeks flushing again.

  “No, of course not.” I plant my lips on her forehead, assuring her that everything’s okay. “I just can’t imagine someone could.”

  She frowns. “But you’re Hunter Bane. Everybody …”

  “Everybody what? Loves me? No. They only love my attitude, my looks, or what I offer. They don’t know me. They don’t like my personality, they don’t want to know about my problems with school. And they definitely don’t know anything about my family or my past.”

  She doesn’t know how little people have actually said those three words to me. Not even my own family.

  “And I do?”

  That’s my biggest wish. I want for her to know the real me. But for that to work, I need to let her in, and that’s hard. I just hope I can, bit by bit. “A bit. At least, I hope you do enjoy my company.”

  She chuckles. “Of course I like you. I meant about the ‘past’ thing.”

  Hmm … her bringing up the past reminds me of a lot of things I’ve done wrong, things I should’ve done differently, but didn’t. It’s because of me that she got involved in a lot of mess, like the party, Wes threatening her, and the guys almost molesting her. I feel guilty for all of it. Especially about not stopping the guys before they could put a hand on her.

  “Right, about that … I still need to tell you something …” I say, not knowing what exactly I want to tell her, but needing to get this out of my system. I need to come clean. “Remember those guys at the restaurant?”

  “I don’t want to remember them, but I have no choice, really.”