Page 62 of Double the Dilemma

Just how he wanted her.

When she tilted her head to look down at him, he grinned at her and pressed a couple of kisses along her thigh and up to the crease where it met her center, before moving over the top of her mound, careful to keep away from her clit, and then to the other side to give it the same treatment. He knew how sensitive her skin there was, and he could feel her muscles trembling and straining under his mouth. “Razor, please,” she begged, breathing harsh.

He held her gaze as he moved his mouth back to her center, licking her from top to bottom, easing his tongue inside of her at a slow, torturous pace before pulling back out and repeating the process. The taste of her burst on his tongue, and his cock dripped with pre-cum as his arousal grew, but there was nothing hotter than watching her this way, the way her hips arched and tried to take him deeper. She begged and pleaded, a sob coming from her throat as he finally gave her what she wanted.

Mostly because he was dying to taste her the way he wanted, but also because he wanted to see what she would do when she was about to fall apart. He meant what he said that he wasn’t going to make this easy for her. As long as he could hold out, he was going to draw this out as long as possible.

He thrust his tongue inside her, tasting her, and relished her cries as they echoed around the gym. He moved his mouth back up to her clit, sucking and lapping at her until he felt the tell-tale signs of her orgasm as she bucked and ground herself against his face. She was soaking him, and he loved it. He waited until she was almost at the edge, about to fall over, and pulled back. “No!” she practically screamed, staring down at him with wild eyes. When he went to pull his head farther back, her legs clamped down around his head, preventing him from pulling completely away. “Razor,” she hissed, glaring down at him.

He stayed where he was, still gripping her ass in his hands, and smiled up at her. “I do love how you say my name,” he rasped.

She curled her lip at him. “Then you’re going to love it when I whisper it in your ear as I strangle you,” she told him tightly.

“Mmmm, I do love when you get violent,” he purred, turning his head and nipping at the skin of her thigh. She hissed and tried to yank her leg away, but he took the opportunity to dive back in, latching on to her clit with just enough suction to have her moaning and trembling, but not going over that edge.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to do this for too much longer. At least, not with her hanging there. She might be in shape, and he was holding most of her weight, but he also didn’t want her to hurt herself or be in any pain. Well, not the bad kind. There was always that fine line he loved to tread.

When he felt her start to tremble, he pulled away, making her scream out in frustration. “Fucking hell, Razor,” she hissed out, digging her heels into the back of his shoulders. “Please, let me cum,” she practically begged. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“I told you what would happen, Rissa,” he reminded her smugly.

She groaned. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold on here, Razor,” she warned him.

He looked up and saw her arms were trembling. He let go of her ass, letting her hang there for a moment, until he was able to press up close to her, reach up, and pull himself up on the bar. Karissa wrapped her legs around him instinctively, which also pressed him against her, making him groan at the delicious feel of her wet pussy against his cock. Shifting his hips, he angled the head of his cock against her clit, making her gasp. “Oh, yes,” she groaned. “Right there, baby. Right there.”

The feel of her was his undoing, and he shifted his hips so that his cock pressed against her entrance. Karissa immediately pressed her hips down, taking him inside her, and he hissed at the tight feel of her. In this position, she was tight, wet, and he felt like he could cum with only a few pumps. She moaned and clamped her muscles down around him, milking him. “You feel so damn good, baby,” he groaned, tightening his grip on the bar. He needed a distraction, so he pulled himself up a little bit, but it did the exact opposite of what he thought it would do.

It only pushed him deeper inside her, and she tightened her legs around him, squeezing him more. “Fuck,” he hissed.

“This isn’t so bad,” she said with a breathy laugh. “Do you think you can fuck me like this?”

He wasn’t sure, but he was willing to find out. Adjusting his grip, he pulled himself up, at the same time as she also pulled herself up. As they lowered, she pressed her hips down into him, forcing his cock deeper inside her. She held his gaze with each movement up and down, her mouth open slightly as she gasped for breath. The tension and heat between them built with each movement, and even when his arms screamed in protest, he didn’t stop. Savoring the feel of her, staring deep into her eyes and feeling the connection building between them.

Finally, he stilled and rasped, “As hot as this is, I need to fuck you, gorgeous.” She nodded, immediately letting go of the bar and wrapping her arms around his neck, her mouth going to his. Using what little strength he had, he wrapped one arm around her and then let go of the bar completely, dropping to the ground with her in his lap. Karissa moaned into his mouth as the movement pushed him hard into her.

“Fuck me, Razor,” she breathed into his mouth. As much as he wanted to continue this punishment, he needed to fuck her. There was no way he was going to last much longer being pressed so perfectly deep inside her tight, wet pussy. He flipped them over and pressed harder inside her.

He pulled his mouth from hers, braced his arms on either side of her, and fucked her. He fucked her hard and fast, need and arousal making him lose control. Karissa met him thrust for thrust, her hands coming up and digging into his back as he shifted his hips to get that perfect angle he knew would send her over the edge.

“Yes, Razor,” she gasped. “Yes, harder. Make me cum. Make me yours.”

He let out a low growl at her words, because she was his. There was no denying it. She was always going to be his, and he was going to make sure she remembered it very well tomorrow. He wanted her tender and feeling him all day long. So he increased his pace, powering into her, watching as her breasts moved with each thrust.

Soon, he felt that tell-tale tingling at the base of his spine and knew he needed to get her there too. Though he could already feel the trembling of her muscles around him, and he saw the flush moving over her skin. “Razor,” she gasped as he braced himself on one arm, moving his free hand down between them and rubbing his finger over her clit. “Oh fuck, yes,” she cried as she jerked against him, and flew over the edge.

Her cries filled the gym and he forced himself to hold back, watching her and committing the sight of her to memory. She was beautiful, and she was all his. Finally. After all the fighting, she was right where she belonged. He waited until she started to settle before he allowed himself to cum. He groaned his release, pressing as deep as he could as he spilled inside her.

When he finally stilled, he let himself drape over her, burying his face in the side of her neck as they laid there, trying to get their breath. “I love you, Karissa,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck.

“I love you too,” she whispered back, sounding soft and sated.

After a few more moments, he lifted himself up and pull out of her, making her moan at the loss. He smirked down at her as he reached over and grabbed his t-shirt, using it to clean her up. He loved the sight of his cum dripping out of her, knowing that she would be wet and slick with it for hours. Karissa gave him a knowing look. “I need a shower,” she said huskily. “I didn’t realize I was going to have a workout down here.”

He chuckled, tossing his shirt aside and standing up, helping her to sit up too so she could grab her clothes. He grabbed his jeans, pulling them on, but leaving them unbuttoned. Everyone in the clubhouse was going to know what they were up to down here, but he didn’t give a damn. “I think we need to try out a few more pieces of equipment,” he told her with a wicked grin.

Karissa grinned. “I think that’s a good idea.” Just as they reached the door, she stopped him with a hand on his arm. She gave him a serious look. “I’m going to stay, Razor, I want you to believe that,” she told him.

He smiled down at her. “I know,” he assured her, wrapping his arm around her waist and hauling her up so he could kiss her. “And just so we’re clear, even if you decided to leave, I would follow you and annoy the shit out of you until you agreed to come home. I’ve had months of practice already,” he teased when he pulled away.

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