Page 68 of Fury

I stilled, moving my face just a few millimetres from where she’d pushed me so I could actually breathe, and looked up at her. Heidi’s eyes were closed, her mouth gaping open, her tits bobbing with each heave of her chest. In my pants, my cock throbbed.

Standing, my fingers felt for that wet spot, the one that had been all over my face. They slid in easily, three of them filling her abruptly. Heidi’s eyes flew open, a shocked gasp coming from her open mouth.

“My turn, doll,” I spoke against her ear, pumping my fingers in and out of her, my other hand fumbling for the button of my jeans, pushing them down my thighs just far enough for my cock to spring free.

I pulled that leg around my waist now, pulling her arse off the fridge, tilting her hips towards me and entering that hot spot in one long, slow push,

“Fury,” Heidi gasped again. “I don’t think I can take anymore right now.”

“You fucking will, doll. You’re going to take me over and over, till I say you can stop.”

She whimpered. It slipped out. I knew she would hate that she did. And I’d make her whimper and cry for me over and over again till my dick could do no more. I pumped inside her, long, blunt, heavy thrusts, her fucking greedy pussy clenching round every tiny movement, trying to get there first. Trying to stay in control.

Her body slammed against the fridge now, the contents rattling inside with each thrust of my hips. But I needed to be deeper. I needed it harder. I slipped from her, the tight tissues grasping at me as I pulled out, dropping her leg to the floor, and grabbing her around the waist. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around me, sliding down onto the tip of my cock as I moved, propping her lower back against the sink now and letting her settle that tight cunt back down onto my cock. Her tits were at my mouth, bulging, her nipples hard, just there for me to reach forward to suck on.

Heidi reached for the top knot again, pulling my face into her, inching down onto my cock as my hips rose to meet her pussy. I pumped hard, my hamstrings burning, unable to get the depth I really wanted. I wanted her screaming; I wanted the club banging on the kitchen door, wondering whether I was fucking her or killing her.

Pulling out of her again, I spun her away from me, pushing her chest down over the sink, my hand at the back of her neck, my legs forcing hers apart. Lining up the head of my cock, I surged forwards, hearing that pathetic, involuntary whimper again. And now I was deep, rammed up to the hilt. Her pussy was hot and tight around my cock, and already she was pushing her arse back into me, riding every thrust. I started slowly, carefully building, savouring every moment, every pull of her flesh around me, every gasp that left her lungs, every little pant, every little whimper. And I pushed and thrust deeper and deeper, till the tip of my cock was hitting something hard, the sudden thud right on the end sending wave after wave of electric up my shaft and to my balls.

I groaned behind her; the hand holding the back of her neck switching positions, circling round to her throat. I tested. A little squeeze, and she moaned. And I squeezed again, harder this time, ramming into her, as my fingers clasped around her neck. She cried out this time, nothing coherent, only a garble of half choked sounds. I stroked my fingers across her arse cheeks, full and fleshy like every little bulge in her body, beautifully proportioned, even better in my hands, between my fingers. Heidi moaned, pushed her hips into my groin, moving her pussy up and down my shaft, getting herself off. Not waiting for me.

I watched for a little while, leaning back enough that I could see my dick sliding in and out of her. Gently, I pulled at her arse cheeks, the view widening, her tight arsehole on display. Then I pulsed again, drawing in and out, watching the action from behind, my hand slipping from her neck, both now on her hips, guiding her back onto me. And at this slower pace, watching her impale herself again and again, listening to her rasp and wheeze, the tension in my body built, release just around the corner.

Heidi reached between her legs, stroking at her clit, her throat making those noises again. A gargle, a whimper, a moan, a cry. And that cry got louder, and I pumped faster, hanging on just a little longer, until her legs shook, her thighs pulsing, and her panting breaths made her sound like she’d just run a marathon.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her body going limp underneath me.

And then my body tensed, my stomach contracting, my balls tightening, and I grunted loudly, pumping into her, rocking her backwards and forwards on shaking legs until I was right there.

I leaned on her back; my arms wrapped around her body. Both our chests rose and fell in unison, and suddenly I didn’t want her here naked in the clubhouse kitchen. I wanted her upstairs in bed, where I could wrap my arms around her, feel our chest steadying together, our heartbeats slowing, taking the rhythm from each other.

Pulling out of her, I watched her straighten, the sheen of us between her thighs. The smirk was uncontainable, because what I was looking at was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, that was filled full of my cum, fucked so hard, she’d not even recovered yet to get off the counter and look for her clothes.

“Fury,” a voice rumbled through the kitchen door. “I’m fucking hungry, mate. You done yet?”

Heidi shot upright, reeling, her eyes searching for the sound of the voice.

“Don’t worry, doll. They’re outside. They won’t come in till I say they can. But you might want to start putting some clothes on. A biker’s hunger will get the better of him, eventually.”

I tucked my cock back into my jeans, the material rough on my sensitive member as Heidi pulled her trousers back on, shoving her knickers into her back pocket and threading her arms through the beige jumper. It fell to the side again, exposing her shoulder, the marks on her skin from the other night just exposed now, the make-up she’d covered them with half worn off. She had beautiful shoulders. I would remember to bite them the next time I was fucking her from behind.

“Alright mate, you can come in,” I called out, ushering Heidi towards the door.

But suddenly there was a fluster. A commotion in the hallway behind the door. More gruff voices. Voices I recognised.

“Where’s Fury?” I heard from outside the kitchen.

“He’s in here. Fucking his ol’ lady,” Tony Canneloni called out.

Indie pushed forwards. “They’ve hit Baz’s place.”

“Shit.” I turned to Heidi, her face still flushed. “I’ve gotta go. I’ll be back in a few hours. Go upstairs and don’t open that door for anybody.”

“What’s going on Fury?”

“Tell you when I’m back.”

Indie raised his eyebrows at me, and I glared back.