Page 25 of Razor's Property

Ihear the loud rumble of a motorcycle coming up the drive and my stomach goes crazy, doing somersaults in excitement. I know exactly what he’s going to do when he walks in that door.

“Hey, Kat. I’m gonna have to let you go. Razor just got home.” And I want to run to the bathroom and make sure I look good for my man.

“No,” she whines. “You can’t go. The asshole just texted that he’s going to be home soon, and I want to look busy.”

I roll my eyes, still not understanding why she’s fighting this so hard. It’s obvious she has feelings for Hawk. The girl calls me up every day, complaining about everything he does. How he’s too arrogant, broody, and demanding. I think what the real problem is, is the fact that he isn’t falling all over her. She’s used to men spoiling her and obsessing over her to the point she can do no wrong. They all bow down and pamper her like a princess.But not Hawk. He tells it like it is and puts her in her place. For the first time, she’s having to fight for a man’s attention, and I don’t think she likes it too much.

Personally, I think it’s good for her. It’s about time someone made her work for it.

“Gotta run, babe. My advice is to fuck his brains out and then he’ll be eating out of your hands. Love ya, Kitty Kat.”

I hang up the phone and run to the door, too anxious to even check my appearance. He likes me better with no makeup on anyway.

I open the door, right as he climbs off his bike. He takes his helmet off and turns, and my stomach riots with need. He’s so sexy. Wearing his leather cut. His muscles and ink on full display. That lethal dominance is dripping off him in spades.

His eyes lock right on mine and then he’s stalking forward. Heavy steps across the gravel, making my heart pound harder. Every inch closer causing an earthquake in my body, and my feet grow unsteady. He stops, looking down, and his frame is riddled with tension. His handsome features locked tight.

“Been three days, babe. Just a warning: your pussy doesn’t stand a chance.”

My entire body sways forward, like that earthquake just shook the earth beneath my feet. My panties get drenched, and my pulse is at a near race. I rise onto my toes, ready to give my fiancé one hell of a welcome-home greeting.

“You’re gonna have to catch me first.” I turn and rush through the door, squealing in laughter as I’m hooked around the waist like a fish caught on a hook. He lifts me from the ground and carries me in a football hold, taking me straight to bed. A spank lands on my ass as soon as my stomach hits the mattress.

“Naughty girl! You’re gonna pay for that. This little ass is going to feel my wrath. It’s been three days, Kens. Three fucking days.”

My leggings are suddenly yanked down my thighs and goose bumps of anticipation break over my skin. All my bottled-up need is about to explode like a soda that’s been shaken. Every part of me is fizzing and ready to go.

“Missed this sexy thing almost as much as I missed your pretty face.” My butt cheeks are caught in the grasp of his two huge paws, and he gives me a squeeze. I already feel myself making a mess of the bedding. He was only gone for three days, but it feels like it was a century. Probably on account of him making me promise not to masturbate while he was away, so I’ve been going without. I’m about to come just from the friction of the comforter rubbing against my clit as he pushes and pulls my cheeks together and apart. His thumb is getting closer to my back entrance with every move. When the thick pad finally rubs over it, a moan comes from my chest.

“That’s right. This little ass is mine.” He keeps up his wicked teasing, rubbing circles over the puckered spot, and I start getting dizzy from the pleasure. “Feel good, don’t it? Gonna feel even better with my tongue inside.”

His thumb is suddenly gone, but in its place are soft warm lips, smoothly kissing over the sensitive spot. Making the tingles tighten. Rocking me with a deliciously forbidden feeling that grows deeper and deeper as his mouth grows ravenous. I grip onto the sheets, clawing my way to get to the peak. Biting down on the pillow as he presses against the ring. My entire system pressurizing with pleasure like I’m about to explode. When his fingers slide through my folds and rub against my clit, I burst right over.

My screams are loud and his ragged grunts are the background music, making my body pulse to the rhythm. Bythe time he lets up, I’m ready for another. And thankfully, he’s sliding into me.

“Fuck, you get me so hot. This ass.” He squeezes my cheeks, pumping in hard. “This tight pussy.” He pistons in faster. “I can’t get enough. Three days is too fucking long. Never again.”

He slams into me, and I’m thrown right into another tailspin. Pleasure wrapping around every nerve. Delicious pressure exploding in my core. I’m wrecked. Utterly shattered and about to pass out.

“Damn, baby. You make it impossible to hold off.” He drops his weight against my back, kissing my neck as his body starts to settle. “Just need a minute and then I’m taking this pussy for another spin.” I’m pulled to the side, right into the crook of his body as he spoons me in bed. His huge cock is still rooted deep, and his strong arms are holding me so tight, like he can’t get close enough.

“Missed you, baby.”

I tilt my head back, begging him for a kiss, and melt when his lips take me soft and slow, like he’s savoring every second, re-memorizing the feel of my tongue. My taste. Sipping from my mouth for the longest time, and now I’m warm again. Shrouded in the heat. Ready for more.

“Missed you, too. So how did it go?” He didn’t tell me much before he left, but I’m used to club business being top secret. All I know is that there’s trouble with the Northeast Chapter, and they need our guys’ help.

“We were scoping things out. King’s going to be taking some men out East for a few weeks to help get things cleared up.”

“And you aren’t going?”

He pulls me even closer. “No fucking way. I couldn’t stand to be away from you for three days. No way in hell I’m leaving again.”

I shift in his arms, leaning in for another kiss. Absorbing the warmth of his words. Relishing in knowing this man is mine. I no longer feel like I’m second fiddle to the club. I’m his priority now. And that’s a truth I never was sure of. But day after day, he keeps proving the fact over and over. He keeps choosing me. I’m what matters most.

I push him onto his back, positioning myself over his lap, and slide down his hard length.

“You’re an insatiable little minx, you know that?”

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