Page 102 of His Fury

“No.” Her voice was low. “Never apologize for us.”

Her lips parted as they met mine, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, loving the feel of her melting into my body. Isla’s fingers curled into my hair as she pulled me down to meet her, our mouths fused together. Her tongue stroked mine as I kissed her deeply. My hands ran down her back and over the curve of her ass, moving up and then sliding under the waistband of her pajama pants.

“I just got clean,” Isla protested as I lifted her off the ground and carried her a few steps to the bed.

“Plenty of hot water,” I murmured against the curve of her neck. “I think you’ve missed a spot.” I laid her on the bed, tugging off her pants and gently spreading her legs.

“Really?” Isla arched an eyebrow as she looked down at me, a knowing smirk lifting the corner of her lip. “Where?”

I pushed her legs farther apart, lifting her ass and getting her into a position I liked. I stroked through her wetness. “Here, baby.” Whatever she was going to say was lost when I took a taste of her. I would never get sick of eating this pussy. She tasted like the sweetest candy.

“Zayn…” Her breathless sound of my name was filled with approval, encouraging me to give her everything she needed.

Each swipe of my tongue was a promise.

A promise I would never let her down.

I ran my tongue over her clit and smiled when her hands dug into my hair, pulling me in deeper. Her back arched, and her hips started rocking.

“Right there,” she murmured as her body moved in rhythm to the strokes of my tongue. I slid two fingers into her, curling upward, finding that hidden spot, and her groan of heavy lust as I fucked her with my mouth made my cock harder than a rock. She came hard, her sweetness coating my tongue, and I wanted to lick every drop out of her, but her hands were tugging at my shirt.

“Inside… I need it… You, inside me, now.”

I undressed quickly, and then I was pushing into her, filling her, her slick pussy gripping me as I fucked her. Our kiss was frantic, Isla not caring that she was tasting herself, and I met her urgent need with my own. The taste of her was driving me wild, and her moan against my lips only made me fuck her harder. I felt her squirm beneath me, knowing she was getting close as I stroked her higher and higher. I felt herpussy squeeze me as Isla cried out in pleasure. I didn’t change my pace, and when she opened her eyes, desire heavy in her stare, she commanded me.

“On your back.”

She settled over me, sliding down my cock in a slow heady move that took my breath away. My hands gripped her thighs as she began to move. She started riding me, grinding down as she worked my cock.

She looked like a goddess as she rode me. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, and her eyes were heavy as her teeth pulled at her bottom lip. Her hips shifted slightly, and I must have hit the right angle as I watched her head tip back, her mouth releasing an appreciative groan. The pace she set was torture. I wanted to throw her on her back and fuck into her with a wildness I only felt when I was with her. But watching her take her pleasure was almost as intoxicating.

Isla grabbed my shoulders, and I rose to meet her. She pulled off me, almost losing me, and then dropped her hips down on me hard, and I was sure I was going to explode.

“Is…”

“I know, baby,” she whispered as she did it again. “It’s so good…” She started bouncing on my lap, sliding up and down my cock in earnest.

I lost it. I grabbed her hips, moving her with my need. Isla’s moan filled the room, and my head tipped back as I felt the tight coil tingling at the base of my cock. I rolled her, ignoring her startled gasp, and I fucked her hard. Punishingly hard, gripping on to her hips, knowing I’d bruise her. Her mouth was at my neck, her teeth nipping at my skin, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

“Holy fuck…” Isla screamed her release as I roared mine.

We lay entwined, panting, eyes closed, as we recovered from the intensity of the shared orgasm. I let myself sink intoher for a moment, then rolled to the side, pulling her with me, her head on my chest. I pushed the damp strands of hair off her face as we lay in the aftermath of sex.

“I definitely need a shower,” Isla murmured, her lips moving over my skin in a soft kiss.

I laughed, and she gazed up at me, delight and warmth in her eyes. “I think I need to join you,” I told her, kissing the top of her head. I disentangled myself from her and got out of bed. I looked at the disheveled mess that was Isla as she lay in my bed, and I felt a primal satisfaction. “Or you stay here. If you come in with me, I might not leave tonight.”

She didn’t hide the look in her eye that told me she would be happy with that result.

The chime of a message on my phone drew my attention away from her.

“Duty calls,” Isla murmured, pulling the sheet over her nakedness and rolling onto her side, her hand propping up her head as she watched me. “You go first,” she said. “I don’t think my legs work right now.”

I hesitated. I should check the message. I knew what it was: the time of the meetingIhad requested. I needed to look.

Instead, I uncovered my woman and brought her to the bathroom. “I’m with you right now.” I showered kisses over her face. “Work can wait.”

Could it? I wasn’t sure, but what I did know was that Isla came first.

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