Page 32 of Fury


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Yes, yes, I do want to be yours.

She found herself nodding. “I want that really damn badly.”

While holding on to her chin, he took his other hand and touched her shoulder. Fury moved it down her arm, his fingers rough, calloused. It felt incredible.

He slid his hands down her outer thigh, and her pussy tingled, her clit throbbing in time with her pulse. Fury’s motions were slow, precise, and it was like he got off on seeing her want him more, right on the verge of coming for him. And she was, right on the edge of getting off.

He moved his hands in slow but demanding movements, scraping his nails slightly into her flesh. She gasped, the pleasure and discomfort feeling incredible.

“You like this, what I’m doing to you?”

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

“You like that you’re mine to do with as I please, that I took you, made you mine?”

Angelina nodded again, wanting to tell him yes.

He was meticulous and controlled as he touched every part of her, ran his fingers over her belly, her ribs, and finally stopped on her chest, touching her breast and nipple.

He never once looked away from her, and that made this situation even more intense.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded.

She didn’t speak. Angelina didn’t even know if she could have said the words if he hadn’t demanded, ordered them of her.

But she wanted this, and if getting it meant she needed to push past her arousal to plead, then so be it.

“Yes, I want this.”

“Tell me you want to be mine in all ways.” He curled his hand around her breast, adding pressure, making it hurt, but in a good way.

“I want to be yours in all ways, Fury,” she murmured.

He made this deep, gruff sound in the back of his throat. “Say my name again. Tell me you want me to lick your cunt, that you want me to shove my cock in your body.”

Another gasp of pleasure left her.

“I want your mouth on me, Fury.” She closed her eyes and breathed through the sensations. “I want your cock inside me.”

“Yeah, you fucking do,” he growled the words out.

And then Fury had her in his arms, his hands cupping her ass, and was striding to his room. He put her on the bed and took a step back.

Time seemed to stand still as he just stared at her, not speaking, not moving, but certainly looking at every part of her on display.

“I want you on your back with your arms above your head. I want to see you spread for me, Angelina.”

Once she was in the position he wanted her in, she curled her hands into fists above her head, waiting for whatever dark erotic acts he had planned. Her sexual experiences could be summed up to having one partner, and very vanilla at that.

It was hard having any kind of relationship when every boy was deathly afraid of her family.

But the way Fury looked at her, and the type of man he was, told Angelina he was the furthest thing from plain and vanilla.

She lay there watching as he took his pants off, the temperature in the room becoming so damn hot. She stared at his chest. The sight of his exposed pectoral muscles and abdomen had a fresh gush of wetness leaving her pussy.

She was ready for him, so ready for his big cock.

Lowering her gaze to his crotch, she felt her throat tighten at the sight of his huge dick. Her pussy clenched with the need to be filled by him, but she was being patient for what he had planned.

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