Page 12 of Razor's Property

My eyes zero right in on that perfect round ass that’s grown plump and firm over the years. It hypnotizes my thoughts. Warms the frustration over and steals the air from my lungs. I sit back, mesmerized as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her flannel pants and slips them down her legs. She always had sexy-as-fuck legs. Long and lean, toned. I loved having them wrapped around my waist. Wrapped around my neck as I ate her out. Damn, her pussy was so sweet.

She turns to face me, slowly. Seducing me with every single movement. Abrading my control. She grinds her way down to the floor and back up. Her hands roaming over her curves. Teasing over her shirt, over her breasts. Sliding up into her hair. She grips onto it, dropping her head back on her shoulders as she sways. I used to love running my fingers through those silky curls, yank her back for a kiss when I was fucking her from behind. Her little ass nestled in my crotch.

She lifts her head, opening her eyes and her stare locks right on mine. It no longer looks like she wants to rip my head off. The anger has settled a bit. Either that or she’s a temptress, knowing exactly how to lure in her prey. When her eyes drop to my phone on the couch, I gather her motive. She’s playing her hand, a smart attacker, but she doesn’t know who she’s dealing with.

She starts moving in slowly, making my heart pound with every seductive step. She stops between my legs and my eyes travel up slowly. Her hips swaying to the beat as she watches me. She’s too beautiful for fucking words. No wonder the men in the crowd went crazy. I want to pull her down on my lap and fuck her until she forgets. Until she lets me back into her heart. But I don’t think that’s what’s going to do it.

She lets her fingers trail down her shirt, teasing it over her stomach. My focus gets caught between her legs. Her panties areskintight and a sheer pink, almost nude, detailing every line of her folds. Showing off the little button on top. The one no longer hidden by hair.

She used to have a tiny patch of curls that I would play with as we’d lay on the couch together and watch a movie. It would drive her crazy. She’d try to fight it, knowing my grandparents were somewhere in the house, but she couldn’t resist. She’d beg for me to play with her. The cutest, shyest little kitten on the outside, wanting to be prim and proper, but when you get her worked up, she’d turn feral. Always so wet and hungry for it.

Her shirt drops to the floor, drawing my attention back into focus, and my mouth waters. Her tits have nearly doubled in size. Round and full. With those same rosy little peaks perched in the centers. They haven’t changed. Still small and tight. I shift forward, drawn to the sight, needing a taste, but her foot lands on my chest, stopping me from moving closer.

“Nuh-uh.” Shetsks. “You’re not allowed to touch. Same rules apply as they do at the club, Sean.”

I grip her ankle, running my rough fingers over her soft skin, the need pumping through my veins. I’m not a man to be told no. Especially when it comes to her. Never needed anything so fucking bad in my life. And my sanity is fading fast.

“I’m your boss now, babe. I make the rules.”

She tries to tug her leg out from my hold, but I keep a lock on her.

“I’m not going to be your paid whore, Sean. If you want me to dance, I’ll dance. But that’s all you get.”

I slide my hand higher, running up her thigh and right to her backside, yanking her down onto my lap. She falls forward on a gasp, gripping my shoulders to brace herself. I sit up, only inches from her gorgeous face, fighting not to steal a kiss. But I’m on thin ice, and if I want to win her heart, I need to rein myself in.

“I’m not paying for sex, Kens.” That I’ll be getting for free. “But for 4k, you dance on my fucking lap.”

“I didn’t give lap dances at the club.”

That’s a fucking relief.

“Like I said, I’m the boss, babe. And I’m paying fucking double, so grind those little hips down and shake these fucking tits in my face.”

Her glare is fierce. The anger burning so hot I can feel it pulsing up the end of my dick, threatening to spill over. She may be mad, but I know she wants the money. And I’m a sick fuck for holding it over her head, but it’s all I’ve fucking got. After eight years, I need her close. Need to feel her and breathe her in. I need to have her in my fucking arms.

“You’re an ass. You know that?”

Yep, I’m well aware.

“I’m an ass who’s trying to keep you safe from those fuckers at the club. The ass who wants to help you out with all that debt you got. You deserve better, Kens, but knowing your stubborn ass, you’d never let me help you willingly, so if you don’t want to take my money for free, then start moving those little hips.”

She hesitates, silently staring, and I have no clue what’s going through her head. Her face is unreadable. When her hips start to move, I take it as a win. She raises up onto her knees and starts rolling her hips in the air. Her eyes closed tight as she feels the music. All I’m feeling is the ache pulsing between my legs. The need running so hot I’m breaking into a sweat.

I watch her plump tits bounce as she moves, and my desperation grows heavier. She keeps up her teasing dance, and the control I have starts to slip to a thin line, my restraint hollowing out with her every move. When she bends forward, squeezing her tits together in front of my face, I lock my arms around her back, keeping her braced right where she is.

“Feed me, Kensy. Just give me one fucking taste.” The jagged gruffness in my voice is almost unrecognizable to my own ears. I’ve never had to fight this hard for control. Never craved anything this damn much. I fucking need her.

“Is this what you want?” She gropes her breasts, pushing and pulling them right in front of my face. “You want to suck on these tight little nipples.” She pinches each between her fingers. God, yes. Never wanted anything more. “Tell you what.” She brings one nipple forward, brushing it across my cheek, and a groan rumbles from my throat. “I’ll let you suck on me, if you let me use your phone. I don’t want Kitty worrying about me being a no-show tonight.”

She brushes the tight little peak against me again, and I snap, turning my head and latching on. Drawing it right between my lips, lathing over the smooth little nub with my tongue. I already feel the cum sneaking from the end of my cock. She lets out a gasp and I suck harder. Tonguing every inch. Drawing on her like she’s my last breath.

The longer I play, the more confident I become. She’s not pulling away. She isn’t fighting me off or giving me hell. She’s staying put. Her breaths growing heavier. The fire burning hotter in her dark eyes as I nurse on her supple tit. And her cheeks are as pink as can be. It’s the look I remember all too well. The look of need. And I’m happy to satisfy that need.

I grip her hips and tug her down on my hard length. “Fuck, baby,” I breathe, smothering myself into her soft flesh. “Need you so fucking bad.”

The moment the words leave my mouth, she jerks back, pulling right from my lips. Right out of my hold. It’s like I said something wrong. Her eyes widen and she quickly climbs off my lap. “Song is over and so is your dance. Now, can I use your phone?” She holds out her hand for it, but like hell I’m giving it to her.

What in the fuck just happened? She was putty in my hands. Her pussy grinding against my dick. And I know she’s soaked, felt it through my pants. I can see how swollen her clit is, poking out further from under her panties.

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