“I’d make these streets rain blood for you, Dakota. All you have to do is say the word.” I dropped a soft kiss on her lips.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you,” I responded.
She turned her face away from mine, aimed the gun again and fired.
PART THREE
THE NEW DAY
CHAPTER 24
DAKOTA MATHIAS
Nine Months Later
Southern Sunset B&B,
Daufuskie Island
“They’re gonna hear us,” I squealed when Fury flipped my ass over on the bed.
“I don’t give a fuck!” he shot back. Then, he hooked one arm around my waist and pulled me up onto my knees, landing a smack on both of my cheeks. I moaned and eased the top half of my body down into the perfect arch.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned, then kissed the spots he’d just smacked.
He continued raining kisses all over my ass, while his hands squeezed the spots his lips weren’t touching. When he swirled his tongue at the start of my crack I hissed and gripped the sheets. Then he stopped.
“This shit is so sexy,” he whispered, then touched his tongue to the letters that had been tattooed above the roses at the base of my back.
F U R Y
He traced each letter with his tongue and my pussy dripped at the scintillating contact. He continued the slow torture by dragging his tongue over the roses, then down to the crack of my ass once more. Gripping my cheeks and pulling them apart, he dropped wet kisses all the way down until his tongue plunged into my center.
“Shiiittt!” I hissed and closed my eyes to the instant onslaught of pleasure.
With a firm hold on me, he ate my pussy from the back like he’d been starving. He thrust his tongue in and out of me until my thighs shook, then he gave me long, slow licks like he wanted to clean up every drop of moistness he helped produce. When I was just about to cum, he replaced his mouth with his dick in one fast, hard stroke. It was a good thing all those pillows were piled at the top of the bed, or my head would’ve definitely gone through that headboard.
He pulled out, then slammed in again, grunting with the effort as something incoherent fell from my lips.
“Mine,” he said. “This good ass pussy is all fuckin’ mine!” The last word was punctuated with another deep thrust and his hand smacking over his name on my back. “Whose pussy is this?”
Shit, I didn’t even knowmyname at this point. He was pumping in and out of me so damn hard and it felt so damn good.
“Whose pussy is this, love?” His fingers dug into my hips. “I wanna hear you say it.”
“Yours, baby, it’s your pussy.”
The smack that landed on my ass that time was hard and I screamed.
“Try again,” he commanded and I shook my head back and forth trying to figure out what the hell day of the week it was.
All I knew for certain was that this man hadthebest dick and I was glad that tomorrow I was going to walk down the aisle and put a ring on it … again.
He smacked my ass once more and I moaned. “It’s Fury’s pussy,” I mumbled.
Smack!
