Page 19 of Razor's Property

For the last eight years, it’s all I wanted to hear. The loneliness… the sadness… the anger… it all starts to slip away, unlocking the tight grip it had around my heart and leaving the feeling of happiness in its place. A feeling almost too good to be true. Almost too good to trust. But, I want to trust it. More than anything, I want to trust him. Though, I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a part of me that’s still afraid. But it’s a fear I desperately want to overcome.

His hands grip my hair, tipping my head, and his lips fuse to mine, kissing me so deeply I feel it in my toes. His tongue licks against mine like it’s memorizing every inch. The fireworks are exploding, just like the first time our lips connected all those years ago. Just like they did every time we kissed. There was never a slow sizzle of warmth, a cozy tingle shared between us; it was always electric and explosive. Even more so now.

My body is already firing off, tingling with expectation. Already aching for him. I rub against his hard bulge, but it’s not enough. I need him inside me. Need to feel the connection.

“Please, Sean. I want you.”

He slips away and I’ve never seen his eyes this dark. He looks as feral as the wild animals that lurk in the forest surrounding us. I reach for the hem of my shirt, slipping it over my head. My body heats even more when his stare drops to my breasts and a groan rumbles from his chest. His tongue slowly slides over his bottom lip like he can barely control the hunger.

“Do you want a taste?” I run my fingers up over my plump flesh, sucking in a gasp when my fingers close around my nipples. My panties get soaked as the tingles start to radiateoutward. “I’ll make you a deal. You put that big cock inside me, and I’ll let you suck on them.”

Another growl has my pussy clenching as if he were already buried inside. He starts to undress, making quick work of removing both of our clothes. When his big cock springs free, I realize there’s something I want first. I slide down to my knees and drop my head forward, stealing a taste of him. Getting reacquainted with the very dick I gave my virginity to. It’s been so long since I’ve had him in my mouth. But it’s just like I remember. Manly and bold and potent. I need more.

My tongue runs up his smooth veins, trailing right up to the little spot under his crown. The one that makes his hips jerk when I kiss it. I do it again and again. A steady flicker over the spot and his growls and grunts grow louder and louder. Finally, I take mercy on him and suck him between my lips. Drawing him to the back of my mouth, letting it tickle my throat. I open up wider, driving down harder to take all of him.

“Fuck, babe. No one’s ever been able to take me whole like you. So…fucking…good.”

As much as I don’t want the reminder of him with other women, I like knowing that none of them were able to satisfy him like me. Back when we were eighteen, I learned his body like I was learning how to read. Seeking out every spot that made the cum leak from the end of his dick. Learning how tight and fast he liked it. How much pressure to apply. Learning that he likes his balls played with, and if I run my fingers right back up to his puckered spot…

“Fuck, baby.” His dick thrusts in deeper down my throat and his hands grip my hair tighter. “Goddamn, it’s so good.”

I grin around his thick girth, feeling pride in making him so on edge. When I apply a little more pressure in the rear, he tugs me off.

“Need you on me now, babe. I want this load up inside you. I need to mark what’s mine.”

He’s taking away my fun, but my body is too overwrought with need. I eagerly climb onto his lap, desperate to feel the connection and have our bodies sewn together in the most intimate way.

“I want you to know, baby, that I’m safe. I haven’t been with anyone in over two years, and I’ve got a clean bill of health. Just in case you were worried.”

I should’ve been. It’s stupid of me not to have even given it a thought. But I’ve been too caught up in the pleasure. It’s good to know he’s safe. Really good to know that he hasn’t had sex in that long. If it weren’t for the look in his eyes, I’d struggle to believe that. That means he gave up fucking the sweetbutts too.

“I’m clean and I have an IUD. Just in case you were worried.”

He shakes his head. “I wasn’t. If you got pregnant, I’d be the happiest man alive. But I also know we should take things slow. In time though, I want nothing more than to put a baby inside you.”

I lift my hips over his lap and lower myself down, even more turned on from him talking about kids. My folds part as he starts to push inside. A moan is pulled right from my lips as my body pulls him deeper. The stretch is one of the best feelings I’ve ever felt. Every inch of me feels the pressure as he slowly slides in. My walls are already tightening around him, clenching to seal the pleasure that’s building within. This is going to be over too fast.

“God, babe. You’re still just as tight as the first time I took you.”

That’s because there haven’t been too many since him. The few times I tried, I felt sick after. Like I’d cheated on my heart. So, when I say it’s been a dry eight years, I mean it’s been barren.

“Nothing has ever felt so good,” he groans. “You’re so wet. I already feel you dripping down my balls.”

And I’m getting wetter as I watch the pleasure tighten around his eyes.

I sink down the rest of the way, my head falling back on my shoulders as the weight of the pleasure grows too heavy. It feels too good. Every sensitive nerve ending is being rubbed back and forth as he begins to pump. Rocking us together. Slow and steady. My head lifts and our eyes connect, and it’s there. The look I remember. The one he gave me the first time he told me how much he loved me. It was the most perfect moment of my life. But this one… this one feels even more powerful. This one feels like my childhood dream is about to be realized.

“Never thought I could love anyone this much. You are the blood that fuels my veins, Kensington. I bleed you, baby. God, you’re in my fucking soul.”

My body crests right over the edge, the power of his words taking me under. I come so hard, I lose my balance. The scream of his name echoing off the cliff and into the cascade of the thunderous water. My own waterfall is flowing down his shaft. And he’s diving into the plunge with me, pumping his warm seed into my womb and groaning his reverence over and over as his body shudders beneath me.

Our bodies settle, but he keeps me locked on his lap. Wrapped in his tight embrace. And we hold each other. Watching the sun set. Listening to the waterfall. His big arms tucking me close. Making me feel safe and loved. And happy. I’m happier than I’ve been in years. Calm. Weightless. This time feels different. This time feels like it’s the start of the rest of our lives.

13

Razor

My eyes open, feeling the burn of the morning sun shining through the window. The view before me is even better than the dream I was having. My girl is snuggled in my arms, tucked in close, the prettiest angel I ever did see. I lean forward and breathe her in, thanking my lucky stars as I kiss the top of her head. One thing I know, I will never take having her for granted.

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