Page 15 of Razor's Ride

“Come on in,” Razor said. “I’m starving.”

He led her inside and turned the lights on. Like the outside, the inside looked worn-in but well-cared for.

“Is this yours?” she asked him in silent wonder.

“No, it belonged to Grizzly’s dad actually, but he won’t mind,” Razor said. “Let me get a fire going.”

Razor seemed to know where everything was. He grabbed a couple of pieces of chopped firewood near the chimney, and in no time at all, flames blazed. They settled themselves on the living room rug, right by the warmth of the fire.

Their pizza had gotten a little cold by then, but they didn’t seem to mind. Once they finished their food and drinks, they didn’t speak for a few moments. She rested her head on his broad shoulder.

“I prefer this so much more than a dark movie theatre filled with strangers,” she told him as she cupped his cheek.

“You know what? Me too.” He slid one hand on the back of her neck and took her mouth.

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Razor couldn’t get enough of the sweet taste of her lips. Nat’s breasts brushed against his chest again, and he moved his mouth from hers to rest it against the side of her neck.

She smelled heavenly. So fucking sweet that he wanted to eat her up. He’d been patient, waiting until she was ready. Razor had never been that way with another woman before.

He’d been so used to getting what he wanted, but then again, the wait had been worth it. When Razor touched the hem of her blouse, she didn’t stop him.

She lifted her arms so he could pull it off, exposing the lace black bra underneath. He could see hints of her rose-colored nipples under the thin fabric, and he licked his lips in anticipation. He reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.

The garment fell to the floor. Before he could continue undressing her, she started undoing the button of her jeans.

His cock thickened as she dropped her pants, along with her matching black lace panties, exposing herself completely to his gaze. Nat was perfect. Flawless. There was no sign of Vulture’s previous abuse.

“I like a woman with initiative,” he told her.

“Your turn,” she whispered. Faint color appeared on her cheeks and neck.

Razor obliged. He peeled off his cut, shirt, pants, and boxers in a hurry. Finally, he stood before her, naked. He saw the appreciation in her eyes. Nat dropped her gaze and let out a gasp when she spotted how hard he was for her. He couldn’t help but smirk.

Hunger assailed him. Razor pressed a hand to her chest, urging her to lie down on the soft rug. She complied, looking up at him, a little dazed, but he didn’t mistake the eagerness in her expression. Nat wanted this as much as he did.

Razor rolled on top of her, caging her wrists above her head, which thrust her breasts upright.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he told her.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “You’ve been careful with me, Razor, but I’m not made of glass. I won’t break.”

“Good to know,” he said, sealing his mouth over hers again. She parted her lips, and he deepened the kiss, delighted when she sucked down on his tongue.

He left a trail of burning kisses down her throat and the hollow of her collarbones. “Keep your hands above your head,” he ordered, and she obeyed.

Razor closed his mouth over her left nipple, idly licking the bud. She shuddered when he closed his teeth over the stiffened bud, then sucked. Razor moved on to her right nipple, and this time, he sank his teeth, leaving his bite mark there.

Nat gasped. Razor slid his hand between the soft folds of her pussy and stroked her there. She was already so wet for him there. He left more kisses down her ribs and stomach. Razor parted her thighs and snuck one look at her.

Nat’s pupils were blown, her lips slightly parted. Smiling down at her, he pressed a kiss to her clit. Then he pushed his face between her legs. He traced the lips of her pussy with his tongue. At the same time, he slid one, then two fingers inside her velvet heat.

A moan slipped from her lips. Razor licked and sucked the tender parts of her. Nat begged and pleaded. Razor closed his mouth over her clit, and that did the trick. She came all over his face, and he cleaned her up. His cock felt like a steel pipe between his legs.

Razor moved his mouth to hers, making her taste her own need. “God, Razor,” she whispered when he released her mouth.

“The fun’s only beginning, baby,” he murmured against her ear.


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