Page 40 of Fury
“You coming, doll?”
“Maybe. Soon,” I gasped with each movement of his dick inside me, his rhythm changing every few strokes, nothing for me to focus on but molten pleasure coursing through my veins. “Fuck,” I cursed again, clenching my insides around the cock that was torturing me, fucking me in the open air of the church carpark.
We could be caught at any minute, any second, and the fear of that brought me closer still. The thought of someone driving in and watching me being fucked over a motorbike. Shit, now I was coming, my whole-body tensing. Fuck.
Chapter Nineteen
Her pussy grabbed at my cock, hungry and greedy, starving for me, salivating around me. I couldn’t see her face, just the back of her head, blonde hair falling over her shoulders, bobbing as I hammered into her tight cunt. She was still fully clothed, her skirt hitched up to her waist and her knickers yanked to one side, the bare creamy flesh of her tight arse on show. And God, how I wanted to stick my dick in there next. God. He hadn’t struck me down yet, for defiling this consecrated ground, for fucking in front of the dead, for making his son watch from the cross that hung over the gates.
I was definitely going to Hell. For this demeanour and many others. But Heaven wasn’t for me either. I’d have no friends there. And so, I pumped harder, listening to Heidi whimper over my leather seat. The feisty businesswoman who always fought to be in control. Well, who was in control now as I fucked her relentlessly. Fuck. That thought made my balls spasm, my dick tensing, the threat of an orgasm cascading down my shaft to the very tip.
“Fuck,” Heidi cursed, her voice muffled where I pushed her head into the bike.
I moved faster, pumping harder and now with each thrust she pushed her hips back into me, taking me deeper. She was fucking fantastic. This pussy was fucking fantastic. And no fucking way was I coming before her.
Moving my hand from her waist where I controlled her hips, I reached round in front, feeling between her legs, to where that little clit of hers protruded forwards, begging me to punish it. I swirled my finger ends against it, feeling Heidi jolt underneath me.
“That’s right, doll. You’re going to come for me now.”
She tried to shake her head, her neck straining in my hand, but I held her too tightly that she only jerked it a little from side to side. I rubbed her nub again, clockwise, anti-clockwise, a little nip, a tiny pat, a swirl. Heidi whimpered, pathetic and needy, and it was fucking beautiful. I moved my fingers again, humping her as hard as I could, the first tingles starting in my balls. Fuck. And then I plucked at her, pulling her clit, just a little, just until I heard that gasp come from her again, and now her hips moved much more erratically, pushing back to take my shaft and pushing forward to feel my fingers over that delicate spot. Rubbing her clit against my hand and taking my cock like a greedy whore. She was fucking amazing. The gasp came again, her breathing ragged and then a whimper.
She was close, so very close. And so was I. Each little noise she made driving me wild and now I was a rutting maniac, thrusting in and out of her as quickly as I could, fucking and pumping, and punishing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I held my palm against her, the heel of my hand moving in circles, pushing against her. Heidi panted and wriggled, her whimpers becoming almost wails. She wanted to scream. I knew she did. I knew she wanted to. But the stubborn bitch wouldn’t do it. I wanted to hear her come. I wanted to hear what I was doing to her. Her legs trembled against me, her whole body shaking, the ragged gasps from her throat, her hips moving into me, riding her orgasm out on the palm of my hand. And that was fucking beautiful.
I grunted loudly, an animalistic sound filling the thick air around us, the mist keeping my own sex noises from dissipating as I rutted harder, holding her hips still by the hand on her clit, gripping tighter to her beautiful neck. And now my balls spasmed, the first jet of cum shooting into the end of the condom and I tilted my head back, the drizzle hitting my face as my dick rammed in and out the tight, stubborn pussy of the woman I had bent over my Harley.
Life was fucking good, even if we’d just buried our old president.
Heidi perched underneath me, hanging over the motorbike, her skirt still pulled up over her hips, my cock still filling her but softening by the second. I took my hand from her neck, from where I’d held her still so I could fuck her. And above us the drizzle turned to rain, heavy drops falling on top of us.
There was a loud purr in the distance, an engine approaching. If I didn’t let her up soon, someone would see her in all her glory. Somewhere inside of me the fantasy ignited, followed by a nauseating stab of jealousy, like I’d never ever felt before. I couldn’t share this woman. In no way whatsoever.
“Fury,” her voice was strained. “Fury. I can hear a car. Let me up.”
I took my weight from her, my sheathed, exhausted cock slipping from her, rolling her skirt down so the cameras in the churchyard didn’t catch a close-up of that lovely tight arse. The cameras. I was going to need to sort that problem out.
Heidi hurriedly adjusted herself, righting her knickers and trying to save the tights that I’d ripped a giant hole in. She might as well take them off now I’d destroyed the fuckers. The car drove into the grounds, a modest white Volkswagen, parking up near the church, the driver getting out and wandering over. Heidi smoothed her skirt down just in time, running a hand through the blonde hair that had tangled in places, sticking out slightly like she’d back-combed it. The just fucked look suited Heidi. The mussed-up hair, the pink rose blush now painted all over her cheeks and the half-dazed, half-sparkling, fully satisfied look of those blue eyes.
“Fury. You still here?” Father Leverett observed, his eyes casting over the woman next to me. He held out his hand. “You must be Heidi Fischer. I knew your father. See little of him now, though. How’s he keeping?”
“Yeah. He’s doing ok, all things considered.”
Heidi shook his hand, her eyes meeting his fleetingly but glancing away again, and I could feel the grin that took over my entire face.
“Good. And your brothers? How is the new business going?”
“New business?”
“Yes, yes. You know, the funeral plan business. Gordon came to talk to me about it a few months ago. Sounded great. I think he’s got half of my parishioners signed up. Sounds a brilliant idea.”
“Oh…I have been working on the original business. I haven’t looked into that.”
I sensed a tone in her voice, a slight hesitation, something not quite right. Leverett hadn’t, turning to me.
“Great turnout for Ste. The lads will be here to close that grave up soon if you have any last goodbyes you want to give. Good to see you all again. It’s been too long, Fury.” He patted my back, smiled encouragingly and walked towards the church.
It hadn’t been too long. Not long enough. I’d lost my faith in God a long time ago and him in me. I doubted any repenting, confessing and Hail Mary’s would see me forgiven for the sins I’d committed and fucking in his own grounds would move me further down that list of forgiveness. There was only one final destination for me, and that was a hot one.
“Fury,” Heidi tugged at my arm. “Before you came.” I grinned like a schoolboy and she whacked at my arm. “Be serious. The van that was here before you turned up. I thought they were here to close up the grave. But the Father just said they haven’t been yet.”