Page 26 of Claimed By the Rebel

I moan around him and feel him twitch, precum dripping into my mouth as I suck him down. I reach out and massage his balls, giggling when he tenses up and swears loudly. I suck him faster, harder, rougher, slobbering all over his cock and squeezing his balls.

He grunts like an animal and then roars as he empties jet after jet of cum down my throat. I continue massaging him with my tongue until he pulls me off of him and slams his mouth down on mine.

I have to break the kiss to pull air into my oxygen-deprived lungs. Razor continues kissing up and down my neck, only breaking away from me so he can pull down my yoga pants.

“No panties?” he growls.

I shake my head no and smile seductively at him. In one swift move, Razor has me over his shoulder, my bare ass up in the air as he shuffles with his pants still on and his dick swinging between his legs. I laugh at his eagerness to get to the bedroom.

“I need to be inside that sweet pussy of yours,” he growls as he tosses me down on the bed. My breasts jiggle as I hit the mattress and Razor’s eyes lock on them, his pupils blown wide with lust. “Damn, beautiful. You’re a fucking goddess. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

I smile up at him, watching as he strokes himself. I grab my tits and twist my nipples, my legs spreading wide open in invitation. Razor kneels down beside the bed and grabs my ankles, pulling me toward him until my ass is on the edge of the bed.

“Fuck, look how wet you are for me, baby. Does giving your man pleasure turn you on?”

“God yes, Razor. So much.”

He grunts and then dives into my pussy, making me moan as he laps up my juices. There’s nothing sweet or tender about the way he’s devouring me. Razor nips at my clit, making me jump and tense. His tongue and teeth work me over, driving me higher, higher, higher, close, so close, one more lick…

I shake with the need for release, my entire body strung tight as my back arches trying to get him right where I need him. Razor plunges two fingers into my dripping cunt and bites down on my clit.

I snap, screaming his name and gushing all over him. He licks me, sucks me, feasts on me even as wave after wave of ecstasy pulses through my body, taking me under, washing me away until I’m floating, falling, finished.

Not giving me much time to enjoy my blissful, post-orgasm bliss, Razor flips me on my stomach and pulls my hips up so I’m on all fours. He smacks my ass and massages away the sting. With a grunt, he enters me in one stroke, thrusting his dick deep inside of me.

He growls and pulls out, making me whimper.

“You need this cock? Need me to fuck you nice and hard?”

“Yes! Please, god, please fuck me.”

“Love when you beg for it, beautiful. Sexiest goddamn thing in the world.”

With that, he grabs my ass cheeks and spreads me wide open, slamming his fat cock in and out of me again and again. I can’t catch my breath, he’s pounding me so hard. He’s merciless in the way he stretches me, breaks me, destroys me. I fist the sheets and scream as my orgasm rips through me.

“That’s it, milk my fucking cock, dirty girl,” He grits out, fucking me right through my orgasm, never letting up.

I’m raw, throbbing, and so, so sensitive, but I need more. Each stroke gives me a sharp pleasure bordering on pain, but I need it. I push back into him and swivel my hips. We both cry out as he wedges his dick deeper inside of me and grinds down, hitting my special spot with the head of his cock.

I’m right there, so close I can taste it, so close my pussy starts pulsing, so close I hold my breath and wait for the burst of bliss to rock through me.

But then Razor pulls out.

“Nooo!” I cry out. It’s almost painful to not have him in me, to not have him give me my release.

Razor chuckles, though there’s no humor in his voice. No, this is my wicked, filthy Razor who can’t get enough of me. I love it.

He flips me over again so I’m on my back. Razor grabs my thighs and spreads me wide open, dragging his cock up and down my soaking wet slit, but never entering me. I whimper and beg and writhe beneath him.

Razor bends down and licks the sweat from between my breasts, trailing his tongue up to the hollow of my neck before biting me there softly.

“Tell me what you want, Aurora. Tell me how I can worship your gorgeous fucking body,” Razor whispers in my ear as he continues to tease me.

I draw a shaky breath and turn my head to kiss him. Razor quickly takes over, breathing me in, tasting me, consuming me. His kiss is everything, all of his love, his commitment, his urgent need. It’s somehow both sweet and savage. It’s perfect.

When we finally break apart, I dig my nails into his back, making him growl.

“Fuck me, Razor. I need to come,” I moan.

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