Claim (Fury Brothers #5)

19. Bell

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BELL

T his man.

This gruff, rugged man was good, through and through. I knew how rare that was. How did I get so lucky to stumble into him, not once, but twice?

His mouth closed over mine, his beard tickling my skin. I heard the low rumble in his chest, and I bit his bottom lip.

“You’re taking care of me,” I whispered. “Spoiling me.” I ran my hands over his shoulders, then shifted so I straddled him.

His gray eyes bored into mine. “I don’t expect payback.” His voice was gruff.

“I know.” I nibbled his lips some more. “This isn’t a thank you. It’s just pure, old-fashioned desire.” I opened my mouth and deepened the kiss. I slid my hands into his thick hair. “I want you, Beauden Fury.”

With a growl, he took over the kiss. It got heated fast, and my fingers tangled in his hair. Everything slipped away: the fact that we were outside, the bayou, all my troubles.

It was just me and this man. Beau.

He sank a hand into my hair and tugged my head back. His mouth was on my neck, and he hit a sensitive spot. I moaned.

His hands pulled up my shirt, and he slipped it over my head. When he saw my pink lace bra, he gave a rumble of approval.

“Pretty.” His fingers stroked my collarbones.

Then, he shoved the cups of my bra down, my breasts spilling free.

“Even prettier.” His voice lowered an octave.

He hauled me up, and his hot mouth closed over one nipple. I cried out, and heard birds take flight from a nearby tree.

I couldn’t stay still. As he nipped and licked at my nipple, I shifted, my ass rubbing on the cock I felt hardening beneath me.

He switched to my other breast.

“Tell me what you want.” His teeth scraped my skin. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

My chest hitched. I’d gone without everything for the last year. I hadn’t gotten anything that I wanted. Being offered something was intoxicating.

“ You ,” I whispered, undulating against his big, hard cock. “I want you, Beau. Your cock. I want your cock inside me.”

He made a low, raw sound.

“ Please .” I bit his lip. “Last night, on the mats after you made me come, all I wanted was to be filled by you.”

“Stand up.”

It was a gruff order. I obeyed, my legs feeling wobbly.

“Leggings off,” he said.

I shoved them down. My pink lace panties matched my bra.

He reached down, and touched the side of them, flicking the elastic against my skin. Then his hand twisted, and he ripped my panties off.

I gasped.

“Now, you’re even prettier.” His fingers ran through the curls at the juncture of my thighs.

I stood there, naked for him, the breeze brushing over my skin. I shivered.

“Come here.” His gray eyes were hooded.

My gaze dropped to the huge bulge in his trousers. I straddled him again.

“Mmm, I can smell how turned on you are.” One of his hands stroked between my legs.

I was already saturated. I moved my hips, riding his hand. He was careful to tease, but not touch my clit.

“ Beau ,” I pleaded.

He slid a thick finger inside me. “You don’t get come to until you’re full of my cock.”

My womb clenched. I wanted that. Badly .

“Please, Beau.”

He reached between us and opened his jeans. His cock sprang free.

Eagerly, I took it in both hands and stroked.

He groaned. “My greedy angel.”

“ Hurry . Inside me, now.”

“Condom. In my wallet.” His voice turned clipped.

I kept stroking him with one hand and fished in his pocket with my other. I pulled out his battered, leather wallet, then found the condom packet.

“Let me,” I breathed. I ripped it open.

I rolled it on. His hips jerked, his cock pulsed to my touch.

“I can’t wait any longer, angel.”

I liked that he sounded as desperate as me. I pressed my hands to his shoulders and rose up. He notched his cock between my legs.

“Right there,” he groaned.

I lowered down slowly.

Our gazes meshed, and we stared into each other’s eyes. I slowly took him inside me, biting my lip as I felt the stretch. I’d forgotten how this felt. How big he was, and how well he filled me. Inch by inch, I pushed down until finally I had all of him deep.

“There it is. Balls-deep inside you.” His hands gripped my hips. “Now, ride me.”

I lifted my hips until just the head of his cock stayed inside me, then slammed back down. I kept moving, gaining speed and finding my pace.

It felt so good. Husky sounds escaped me, and I couldn’t stop them. My fingers dug into his hard shoulders.

His hand stroked down my belly, and his thumb found my clit. He rubbed.

“God….” I gasped. “Yes, Beau.”

“You like my cock inside you. Like me rubbing this slick, little clit.”

His words had my belly tightening.

“I love the way you ride me, Bell. Taking me so deep.”

I didn’t last much longer. Two more plunges, and his thumb circling my clit, and I came.

I cried out his name as my climax hit. Pleasure rushed through me, my orgasm hotter and stronger than anything I’d ever given myself.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.”

I was still shaking when he slammed my hips down, lodged as deep as he could, and came inside me. His groan was long and loud.

Panting, I dropped my head against his shoulder.

He pressed a kiss to my neck. “My sexy Bell.” His hand caressed my back.

Right then, I wished the real world didn’t exist and I could stay right here forever.