Page 14 of Claimed By the Rebel

Razor growls hungrily as he slides his tongue up and down my pussy, parting my folds. I force my eyes open and look down at his muscular back, rippling and flexing as he devours me. His tongue is everywhere at once – in my entrance, traveling through my folds, swirling around my clit. It’s everywhere, and it’s consuming me completely. It’s all I can focus on. The intense feeling. The wet, smacking sounds. The pressure and heat.

It makes me even hotter knowing he’s loving this. The greedy way he’s grabbing my ass, the hungry, desperate groans, the eagerness for more. It’s all showing me how much pleasure he gets from this. His rough palms slide to the back of my knees and he shoves my legs open wider, pinning them to the bed so he can sit back and stare at me. Razor growls and dives back in, licking me with fury, pushing deeper, harder, faster.

I reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling and pushing him away in equal measure. I can’t decide if it’s too much or not enough. Not that Razor gives me a choice in the matter. I gave up control and now I have to trust him to take care of me.

Razor lifts his head briefly, locking his gaze on mine. God, he looks possessed. Feral, even. Did I really do that to him?

“Yeah, beautiful,” he grunts. “You did this to me.”

My cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but Razor seemed to like it. He dips his head back down, this time sinking his teeth into my inner thigh, first one, and then the other, before licking away the sting.

“Oh shit…” I breathe out, spreading my legs wider for him.

“You like that? Like when I mark you? Like knowing you belong to me and no one else?”

I whimper and nod my head, unable to form words at the moment. I want to be his. I want him as my own, my one and only.

Without warning, Razor throws one of my legs over his shoulder, and then the other, before flattening his tongue and licking every part of me. My back bows off the bed as I shove more of my dripping, needy cunt into his face. I can’t help it. The way his warm, soft tongue laps at my wetness and then circles my clit has me practically fucking his face.

His hands slide under my ass and grip me there, his fingers digging in deeper with each rough stroke of his tongue. He’s helping me find my rhythm as I rub my greedy pussy against his mouth.

“R-Razor, please…” I gasp, clawing at the sheets and snapping my thighs around his head.

He grunts and focuses his attention on my clit, rubbing tight circles around my swollen button with his tongue. I can’t stop the breathy moans falling from my lips repeatedly, each one louder than the last as my muscles lock up and my pussy quivers around his tongue.

I teeter on the sharp edge of ecstasy, wanting to savor the aching pressure as it builds. When Razor scrapes his teeth against my clit, pleasure slices through me, unleashing my pent-up need in one vicious explosion.

I cry out and lift up off the mattress, unable to contain the painful bliss rippling through every cell in my body. Wave after wave crashes into me in such rapid succession I don’t have time to catch my breath before I’m drawn under once again.

Razor pushes me back down onto the bed with one large hand spread out over my belly, making me take all of what he’s offering. My skin burns between my thighs where his stubble is scraping me, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure taking over my body.

Finally, finally, I start to come back down. I’m a shaking, sweating, puddle of satisfaction. My legs fall from Razor’s shoulders as he stands up and pulls out his dick.

Holy fucking fuck. I mean, just…

“I’m not fucking you today, Aurora. But I need this,” he grunts, stroking his massive cock. Jesus, why is that so hot?

I nod my head and spread my legs open for him, seeing his need and wanting to meet it. Razor groans and stares at me, jerking himself off to my naked, exposed body. I watch in awe as his massive shaft grows even longer and then swells up. Razor hisses and throws his head back, pumping his fist furiously.

When he tips his head back down to look at me, his eyes have gone completely black. He bares his teeth and clenches his jaw before stepping closer and pressing the tip of his cock against my clit.

I gasp at how incredible it feels having his hot, hard dick rubbing against me. Razor lets out a roar as he comes on my pussy, releasing his seed in forceful jets against my clit. An unexpected orgasm rips through me. It’s short but so damn intense I see black spots in the corners of my vision.

“That’s it, that’s so fucking it,” Razor groans as the last of his pleasure fades.

He falls on top of me, catching himself on his forearms so he doesn't crush me completely. His lips are on mine, giving me a taste of my own release, even as I feel his drip down my pussy. When Razor pulls back, I see his chin glistening with my cum, which makes me lean up and kiss him again. I lick his lips and then plunge my tongue into his mouth, swirling it around his until the adrenaline and lust of my orgasms finally start to dissipate.

“Fuckin’ hell, princess,” Razor breathes out, his voice raspy from trying to catch his breath. His chest rubs against my sensitive nipples, making me wiggle beneath him. “That was incredible.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” I ask with a cheeky grin.

Razor has a comeback on the tip of his tongue, but my stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud grumble. He frowns while I blush.

“I should have fed you,” he says more to himself than to me. “I’ll do better,” he continues. “I can take good care of you, I promise.”

This man. How did I find him? Oh, that’s right. He found me.

“I think you’re doing a pretty good job of satisfying my needs,” I say with a wink.

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