Fury (New Adult Romance) - #1.5 Fierce Series

by Clarissa Wild

  “Say no one more time,” I mutter under my breath.

  “Why? Do you get off on it?” she jests.

  Well, that part is true. I like to hunt my girls, although I have to say I’ve never met a more stubborn girl than her. I grin like the devil, because she’s slowly coming out of her shell. “I told you, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I like my girls feisty, and I like to claim them as my own. Especially when they’re playing hard to get.”

  I lean in and when I smell her intoxicating scent again I know I’m getting delirious. “Just say it. Say the word, and I’ll take you, right here, right now.”

  She gasps. “Please …” Her voice is soft, pleading, but it’s enough for me to forget everything my brain is telling me. I’m letting the beast in me take control. “You asked for it.”

  I grab her arms and throw her onto my bed, not wasting any time. I rip off her shoes and throw them away while she crawls back, her eyes filled with primal desire and fear at the same time.

  “You want crazy? You’ll get crazy,” I growl. I’m fucking overheating in here, so I take off my shirt and throw it to the floor. Her jaw drops with it. She’s blatantly staring at me, and I love the way it makes me feel. Powerful. In control. Eye-fucked.

  I can’t wait to fuck her for real.

  I immediately crawl onto the bed, spreading her legs beneath me. I can peek underneath her dress, and my cock hardens as I notice she’s wearing matching black panties. Hmm … Just what I like.

  I lick my lips and slide up, cupping her ankle, and then I kiss her leg. I press my lips against her soft skin and let my tongue dip out to create a path. She tastes just as good as I fantasized, and I can’t wait to get my tongue back in her mouth again. My cock stirs as I reach her thigh, wanting to dive in to press my mouth against her pussy. God, I can’t wait to feel how wet she gets for me.

  “You sure about this, Leafy?” I ask gruffly, kissing her other thigh as well.

  “Yes.” Her moan makes my blood rush.

  I chuckle and rise up on my elbows. “Here I come.”

  I’ll give her a little taste, show her what I can do, but I won’t take it too far. Satisfying her is what’s important to me right now. To see that euphoric look on her face as she falls apart in my arms. I’m done fighting her. Not pleasing her hurts too much to keep it up. So I’ll give her what she desires.

  I move on top of her and let my hands do all the work while I kiss her wet lips, firm and hard. My fingers find their way to her ass and squeeze tight as my lips crush hers. She plays with my hair, moaning into my mouth, and my cock thumps against her thigh. I groan against her skin and brush my lips along her chin, rubbing my cock up against her leg. I’m not holding back anymore. If she wants me, she’ll get the whole package.

  Leafy fumbles with her glasses, putting them on the cabinet next to the bed. I’m not letting her go this time. With my leg between hers, I rub my thigh against her pussy. Hearing her moan is such a fucking turn-on. Jesus, if I’d known she’d sound like this, I’d have claimed her long ago.

  “You sound so fucking sexy when you do that,” I whisper close to her ear. “Makes me want to put my hands all over you.” Biting my lip, I can’t stop the cocky, wolfish grin from appearing on my face.

  My mouth is on her neck, and my hands are exploring their way across her waist and ass, moving down to her legs. Her fingernails dig into my skin, and I love the way it stings. Her chest rises with every kiss, trying to get closer, pressing her firm tits against me.

  I love how she writhes underneath me. This is so new to her. It’s a powerful feeling. “I’m your first,” I say, licking her neck.

  She moans and nods at the same time, and it’s making me horny as fuck. My hands drift down her silky dress, scrunching it up as I go down and up again. I’m slipping under and when I reach her panties I almost want to rip them to shreds. She takes in a sharp breath and holds it when my fingers touch her mound.

  “You’ve never done this before, have you?” I whisper, sucking on her earlobe.

  “No,” she gasps, her voice fuelled by desire.

  I groan and laugh. It’s almost too good to be true. “All the more fun for me.”

  I press my lips on hers again as the desire to taste her becomes too much. I want, no, need her. I’m craving her love. Her body and mind are mine. I want to claim it all as my own.

  I slide up the dress, kissing her everywhere I can. Her belly is smooth and soft, just as I imagined, and I want to get my hands all over her body. I want to touch her so badly, damn. I’ve never wanted a girl as much as her.

  I want this thing off. Now.

  I need to see her.

  I pull up her dress in one go, ripping it over her head. My tongue dips out to lick my lips as I finally see her full, plump tits bounce up and down in a nice black lace bra. Fucking hot. She looks at me with big blue eyes, so innocent, so embarrassed. A flush appears on her face, turning her pink all over. She crosses her arms, covering up her body with her hands. I don’t see why.

  “You’re still scared,” I say, throwing her dress across the room. My eyes dart over her body again while I bite my lip, excited for what’s to come. I’m a little bit disappointed that she still tries to hide herself, even when I show her how much I want her. She’s beautiful. “Why are you hiding? Are you ashamed of your body?”

  “No. I’m just not used to this. I’ve never done this before,” she stutters.

  What? Is this the first time she’s ever taken off her clothes in front of a guy? When she said she hadn’t gone further than kissing, I assumed they’d passed first and second base already, just no fucking. But shit, she’s even less experienced than I thought.

  “So no other guy has ever seen you like this?” I ask.

  She shakes her head.

  Damn. So I’m really the first. The one and only first to see this delicious body. Fuck, that’s sexy. “Trust me, you look fucking hot.”

  She can’t back down now. She begged me to pleasure her, and I will. I snatch her wrists and pin them above her head. “You wanted it. I’m doing what you asked.”

  I lower my body on top of hers again and start kissing her chest, moving down toward her tits. My hand cups around the swell, and she gasps, her chest rising with me. I gaze up at her, waiting for her to give me an okay to take this a step further. I’ve been dying to put my mouth on those gorgeous tits. She closes her eyes, nodding softly while wetting her lips. It’s all I need to make my move.

  Kneading one of her tits, I kiss the other, rubbing them until her little nipples come out to play. I love brushing my finger along that sensitive spot and feeling her squirm underneath me. I hook my fingers under her bra, and say, “I want to see you.”

  I’m making it easier for her by not looking straight at them before pulling down her bra. Kissing the nape of her neck, I move down to her sternum and find my way to her pink, perky nipples that harden under my touch. When my lips touch her areola she makes a fist with her hand, scrunching up the blanket. She wants this as much as I do.

  “Damn. Don’t you ever cover up those perfect tits,” I murmur, pecking her pink tips. She giggles, and it’s so fucking sweet.

  I groan as I cover her nipples with my mouth, sucking them hard, grabbing her ass at the same time. I lick the tips, eager to get her to moan for me. God she is so fucking hot, and my cock is throbbing so much I could come right here, right now.

  As my fingers find their way to her panties, pulling them down, she squeals with desire. “You want it so much, don’t you?” I murmur, giving her other nipple the same treatment. “Tell me how much you want it.” I want to hear how much she wants me.

  My fingers wriggle down her panties and drift over her mound.

  “A lot,” she whispers.

  I lick my lips and nibble on her earlobe, a devious grin spreading across my face. “Tell me you’ve touched yourself.” I wonder if she’s ever come before.

  Her eyelids flutter open as she says
, “W-what?”

  “Have you made yourself come before?” I ask, eager to know the answer. Either way, it’s still fucking sexy as hell.

  Her cheeks glow red in excitement. Hmm …. I knew it. She has touched herself … Nice, I can already picture it. “Never mind. You don’t have to say it. Your blush says enough.” I’d love to see her do it sometime. “Next time you do it, you’ll think of me.”

  Her eyes open wide as I say that, but I silence her with a kiss. No need to interrupt this fantasy because she’s embarrassed. There’s nothing to be ashamed about.

  My lips drag up her neck, and I take her mouth with mine. She’s greedy for my lips, nipping at them while my hand slides further down her panties. It’s hot and wet between her folds. Fuck. She wants me, and it’s making me crazy with lust.

  But I don’t want to take it too far too soon. She’s never been with a guy, let alone a guy like me. I want to take it slow so she can get used to me. So she’ll know I can give her whatever she desires, but not make it seem like I’m a horndog looking to get laid. To me, she’s so much more than just a girl to fuck. She’s my Leafy and I want to love every goddamn part of her. And I want her to love every messed-up part of me, too.

  So I’ll take it slow, show her what I can do, but leave enough for her to fantasize about.

  “Can I be the first guy to make you come?” I ask.

  I want to make her come so badly. I want to feel her body zinging underneath me as the shocks run through her body. I need to feel her wet folds as they open for me, her throbbing clit, and her snuggly warmth that I could easily dip a finger or two in. I want to see her face when she falls apart in my arms.

  She doesn’t answer me, but by closing her eyes and granting me access to her most private places, I feel like she just gave me permission. And I won’t say no to her giving in to me. Never again.

  I slip my fingers down her wet path, spreading her moisture across her lips. She moans in delighted agony as I start rubbing her clit. Licking her lips and dipping my tongue inside her mouth, I work her to a climax. I know exactly what to do to make her squeal, and I love it. It’s such a powerful feeling, I can’t get enough of it. I want to make her come again and again.

  My breath is as ragged as hers as I watch her climb toward the peak of her pleasure. I can see it in her contorted face, and feel it from her fingers fisting my hair. I only have to flick her clit to make her moan my name. And God, when she moans, it sets all my nerves on fire.

  Especially when she comes.

  God, I’ve never seen anything sexier than that face. Feeling her nub pulsate as I roll it between my fingers is the most arousing thing ever. She scrunches up the blanket with one hand, pushing my head into her neck with the other. I kiss her everywhere, while her chest expands as she sucks in the air she so desperately needs. She’s done for. Exploded into tiny bits of pure ecstasy. I ravished her, and I’m fucking proud of it.

  Her body is hot and wet from my fingering. When her breathing slowly normalizes again, I get off her and stare at her, the pride probably dripping from my face by now. I love how she just gave her all to me, without resisting. It’s like she finally trusts me.

  And it was fucking amazing as well.

  “That was fan-fucking-tastic. Did it feel that way to you, too?” I ask, smiling wickedly.

  She breathes out. “Definitely.”

  I laugh a little, because she’s still completely out of it from the orgasm. Hmm … I guess she never had one like this. I lean forward and kiss her on the temple, showing her that this is not just all sex. I want more from her. I never had anyone like her. I feel connected to her in ways I can’t explain. Like with the bullying; she’s been through that too, and she knows what it’s like to not have a lot. She cares for me, she’s sweet, and she’s funny. I forget everything when I’m around her. Even though I’m not sure that’s a good thing, I still enjoy it. I want more of this. I want more of her.

  “Why are you stopping?” she suddenly asks.

  “Because this is as far as it goes tonight.”

  Her mouth drops open. “What about the sex?”

  She’s thinking about sex? Wow, she has changed. “What about it?”

  “I thought …”

  “You came. You liked it. I loved it. That’s all that matters.” And that’s the truth. As much as I’d like to bury my cock in her pussy, and I do look forward to doing that, I still don’t think it’s a good idea. It’s too fast, and she’s a virgin. I want to take it slow with her. Make her love me first before she loves the way I have sex.

  She just stares at me, completely perplexed, her brows slowly creeping toward each other. “No, it’s not all that matters,” she says, and she pulls up her bra.

  “It’s enough. For now.” I already gave her way more than I was planning to tonight.

  “Why? You fuck all the other girls, too, don’t you?” she says.

  “And you’re not ‘all the other girls.’” She’s fucking special to me. How can she not see that?

  She purses her lips and snorts. Then she throws the blanket off us and gets out of the bed.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, trying to grab her, but I’m too late.

  She snatches her dress from the floor, covering up her tits with her hands while she’s trying to put it on. “Going.”

  “Wait, what?” I say, and I scramble out of bed too.

  “I don’t want to be your plaything. I made a mistake coming here.” Her voice is strained with emotions. Crap. She’s not going to cry, is she?

  I walk up behind her and wrap my fingers around both her arms. “Don’t go.” Anything but that … not after what we just did. I just gave her what she wanted. I thought she liked me, and that she wanted me to love her. I need her to stay, because I need her love too.

  “Why should I stay?” she says.

  “Because I want you to. I need you,” I say. It’s hard for me to admit this. I don’t want to feel like I need someone, because it makes me vulnerable, open to getting hurt. And I’ve been hurt enough.

  “Stop playing around! You want me, but you don’t want me? You just practically told me I’m not good enough to fuck,” she shouts.

  What? Of course she is! I just want to make sure she’s really in this with her whole heart.

  “No, you have it all wrong. When I said you’re not one of those girls, I meant that you’re special. Different.”

  She’s silent, but I can feel she’s quivering. She sniffs. Christ, I really hope she isn’t crying. I hate it when I make her sad. I don’t want that anymore. I want to see her happy.

  “I want to take it slow. Not rush into things,” I add, trying to make her feel better by explaining it a bit. I’m really not good with these things. I always tend to fuck it up one way or another.

  “Why?” she asks.

  “Because I like you too much. I don’t want to spoil it.” She’s everything I ever wanted, and it scares the living shit out of me, because I don’t want to lose that. And now that I have it, there’s only a bigger chance she’ll leave … and I won’t be able to fucking live with that.

  I wrap my arms around her, pecking the back of her head. Burying my head in her hair, I inhale, her scent arousing and soothing at the same time. “I want this to be more than just sex.”

  “Why didn’t you just say so?” She turns around to face me, the sadness still lingering in her eyes.

  I brush away a strand of hair from her pretty face. “Because … You wanted me so badly … and I want you, too … But you’re the first girl I want more with than just that. I don’t want it to be all lust and fucking. I want you to like me for who I am, not for what I do in the bedroom. And maybe in the shower or the car …” It makes me grin so much thinking about what I’m going to do with her and where I’m going to take her. I have a lot of dirty ideas about ways I could fuck her until she comes.

  “Is that why you call me Leafy?” she asks.

  Well, that’s a long story. “You want me
to get into all the details?”

  “If you want me to stay, spill it.”

  Oh, so she’s blackmailing me now? I really have an influence on her. “All right. That first day I saw you with the leaf blower, I found your bracelet in the grass. I knew it was yours, and I wanted to bring it back, but I had no clue where to go. I didn’t know your name, I didn’t know where you were staying. Lucky for me, I found your bedroom quite close to mine.” I chuckle from the thoughts of making out in her bed, and fucking her in her own room. “Anyway, all I could remember was the girl with the leaves in her curly hair, so … Leafy it was.”

  “But I told you my name,” she says.

  I laugh it off, but I actually really don’t want to tell her. I don’t want to show her the extent of my memory problems. I’m not in the mood for pitiful looks right now. So I settle for saying, “I know, but the Leafy thing just stuck with me. It has a nice ring to it. And it was fun, since you seemed to hate it. You blush every time I say it.”

  A cute smile forms on her lips, and she pushes me forward. I’m caught off guard and trip, falling right down onto the bed. “See? Training worked. You get stronger the moment you’re angry.”

  “Oh, ha-ha, very funny,” she says, licking her lips in a way that makes me want to lick them too. Maybe I will, later.

  “So … will you stay?”

  For a moment she’s quiet, gazing back at me, her bright blues eyes turning me to mush. She steps forward, reaching for me with her hand, and I take it as a sign. I instinctively grab her hand and pull her down with me, while she giggles non-stop. My cock is still throbbing, especially with her lying on top of me, but I don’t want to give in to it. I want to take my time with her, get her used to me.

  “Let’s just sleep, okay?” I say, taking off my pants under the blanket.

  “Hmm …” she murmurs.

  I pull the sheets up while she crawls under, draping them over us. Her body feels warm against mine, and it’s a welcome feeling to have her near me when I fall asleep. This is the first time I’ve actually taken anyone else to bed with me. I don’t mean the fucking part, I mean the actual sleeping part. The chicks I was with were all just for a good fuck, but they’d always leave before the night was over. Not Leafy, though.