Page 27 of Claimed By the Rebel

“Anything for you.”

With that, he thrusts into me, making obscene noises as he fucks his huge cock in and out of my dripping cunt. Razor snaps his hips and tears me apart from the inside out. He grunts each time he hits home.

I feel that coil winding up deep inside, each stroke making it tighter, tighter, tighter…

Razor reaches a hand in between us and rubs furious circles over my clit until I snap, moaning his name, coming again and again around his thick dick. He pinches my clit while I’m at the peak of my climax and a sudden intense pressure releases deep inside of me, pain and pleasure pierce me through and through.

“Jesus, fuck, love, you just… Fuck, you squirted all over me.”

I don’t know what that means, but Razor seems to love it.

I bury my face in Razor's neck and bite him there, claiming him as mine. Clinging to his tense frame, I dig my nails into his back and hang on as my body is wrung dry. Razor roars his release, pumping in and out of me until my pussy is overflowing with his cum. I feel it trickle down my slit, the sensation overwhelming me and making me contract around him again.

Razor collapses on top of me, a sweaty, sated mess. He rolls us over and drapes me across his chest. We don’t say anything just yet, both of us soaking in the silence, the calm, the beauty of the afterglow.

“That was amazing, baby. So good,” he says, breaking the silence with a kiss to my temple.

“Mmhmm,” I say, still trying to find my voice. This feels like the right moment to tell him my big news, so I shore up the courage and lean up on his chest so we’re face to face.

Razor smiles at me so tenderly and tucks my hair behind my ear. God, this man. He can be so ferocious while we fuck, but so tender afterward. He's perfect and he's all mine.

“Something on your mind, beautiful?”

I nod and bite my lip, savoring this moment before I tell him my secret.

“I’m pregnant,” I whisper.

Razor’s eyes go wide with surprise, and then they fill with tears. A huge smile breaks out on his handsome face before he kisses away the tears that started to fall down my cheeks. He gently rolls us over so I’m on my back while he holds himself above me.

He dips his head down and kisses me so sweetly, then rests his forehead on mine. “We’re having a baby,” he whispers, kissing my jaw, my neck, my collarbone.

"Yeah," I whisper, shuddering as Razor continues to place feather-light kisses down my chest until he gets to my breasts.

He nuzzles his head there and breathes in deep. Razor looks up at me in awe from between my breasts. “These are gonna fill up with milk,” he rasps, sucking on one nipple and then the other.

“Oh,” I moan softly. It feels so, so good.

“Are they sensitive already?”

I nod and tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him in place. Razor licks, kisses, teases my nipples and my breasts until I'm shaking with need.

Taking his time, Razor continues trailing kisses down my ribcage until he gets to my belly. He rests his forehead there, rolling it back and forth and breathing me in.

“I love you. I love you both with everything I am,” he whispers, kissing all over my belly.

“We love you too,” I tell him.

Razor leans up and braces himself on his forearms, one on either side of my head. I feel his cock nudging my entrance, and I spread myself wide open for him.

“You’re already…?”

“Hard? Yeah, princess. I’m always ready to slide inside of your beautiful, perfect body.”

He enters me gently this time, rocking in and out of me and staring into my eyes. We’re both crying, tears of happiness and love as Razor continues to fill me and build us both up. He kisses me softly, slowly, one drugging kiss leading to another and another.

I gasp as I come around him, my orgasm rippling through my body, lingering on my nerves, and then spiking again when I feel his warm release fill me up.

Razor turns us so we're lying on our sides, facing each other, his forehead resting on mine as he runs his fingers up and down my curves.

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