Naughty

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RAZOR WAS CONSTANTLY blowing my mind. I went from hating his very face or at least pretending to; to riding him on the baseball bleachers at his old high school. It was hard to pull out all the stops for him on the bleachers, since I didn’t have a lot of leverage or my heels, but I made a note to surprise him one evening.

Assuming there would be an opportunity, of course.

I heard everything he was saying, but besides the intensity behind his words and mere presence, I actually believed him. He had not done anything to show me otherwise, but those scars from the past had not healed the way they should have. Not only did it still sting, but I felt like I’d have that same encounter again.

It reminded me of when I sprained my ankle while playing volleyball. I went up to block the ball and came down wrong causing the injury. Even after it healed, every time I went to jump to block the ball, the sprain came to my mind, making me think about how I came down and assuming I’d twist it again. It wasn’t until multiple times when I came down and nothing happened, that I realized it was in my head and I had to be healed not just from the physical, but the psychological pain.

That’s the hardest part.

Razor and I left and headed to Peppers. He wanted to check in with his crew before we headed back to his place.

We walked in hand-in-hand since that was his way. Some folks stopped and looked, while others smiled, and a few women even scowled.

Great. Making friends and I just got back in town. Razor checked in with his cashier and then went to their reserved Guardians section where Apollo, Bronx and some other Guardians were whistling and cat-calling towards us.

“Shut the fuck up,” Razor barked but they kept laughing.

“Okay, pres. You don’t fuck around do you?” One guy said.

“Fuck you.” He kicked his foot. “Just wanted to check in before we retire.”

“Retire?” Bronx asked. “Is that what they call it nowadays?”

“Actually, we already fucked,” I chimed in. “Oh, well. I guess we’ll fuck again and then retire.”

I looked to Razor who had both eyebrows up staring at me with an open mouth. All the guys started pounding on the tables with louder calls varying from, “Oh shit, a wildcat, and does she have a sister?”.

Razor pulled me to him, gripped my ass and whispered, “You know how to move a crowd, huh?”

All of this before he took my lips in a searing kiss. My arms snaked around him and he squeezed both of my cheeks while pressing my body into his.

The guys were whistling and definitely louder than the music and anyone else in the place.

When Razor pulled back, he turned to them and said, “As the lady said, going to fuck and then retire.”

They all started shouting various things of “fuck on, fuck for me, and fuck-fuck-fuck.” Those guys were crazy. When we finally arrived back, he was damn near pulling me up the stairs to his room. When we were in front of the bed, he told me to strip. Razor tore of his clothes, just like I did and then he sat on the bed. His large cock was pink around the tip, and hard as a rock.

“Bend over and show me that ass,” he said through gritted teeth.

Slowly, I turned around and bent over to touch my toes.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You are sexy as sin. You know that right?”

I smiled. The truth was I felt sexy when he was looking at me and touching me. Besides that, I felt average.

Something wet was moving between my cheeks when Razor said, “I want this hole, right here.”

His finger began to knead around the puckered opening. “Anyone ever have that?” he asked.

“No.” I wiggled my ass for him.

“Such a good girl,” he swatted me on the butt. “You going to be naughty for me?”

“Yes,” I said as I put my finger in my mouth.

In order to relieve the ache between my legs, I began to rub them together as his words were turning me on and the ache was becoming overbearing. My nipples were at attention and not from it being cool. His hands on me, his mesmerizing voice and the thought of him introducing me to something new had me turned completely on.

A hand came down on my ass causing me to groan and extend it towards him more.

“You like that, sweetheart? Want me to make that ass red?” he coaxed.

“Yes,” I murmured.

“What naughty things have you done?” he asked.

“Thought about you eating my pussy and got off on it to relieve the ache.”

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Did you squirt all over your fingers?”

“Yes and made a big mess.” I twirled my ass in his face, landing me another slap on the other cheek.

“Oh, sweetheart. You make me want to have you sit on my face and make a mess.”

“Hmmm,” I moaned. “That can be arranged. In the meantime, I’d like to finish what I started with your big cock in my mouth.”

“Goddamn,” Razor growled as he inserted the tip of his finger in my ass.

“Ohhh, Razor.”

My pussy was pulsing along with my heartbeat and I wanted more.

“Wish you could see this. Hot as shit.” His other hand rubbed my cheek as his finger tried to push in more.

The burn and discomfort had me pulling away, so he stopped and said, “Turn around.”

As I obeyed him, he stood up.

“Be a good girl and get on your knees.”

Sliding to the floor, while rubbing his bare chest on my way down to reaching his heavy, thick cock. I held it up against his stomach and began to lick his balls.

“Oh, goddamn.”

My tongue twirled around each sac while I rubbed up and down his cock with my hands. His sack was heavy just like his cock and I longed to have them hitting my pussy when he fucked me from the back. This made me wetter just thinking about it as I attempted to put both in my mouth. That proved to be unsuccessful, so I started licking up and down his long shaft.

“Goodness, darling,” he moaned. “Take me in your sweet mouth.”

I did as he asked and boy did he not let me have control for too much longer. After I twirled my tongue around the head while it was in my mouth, Razor grabbed my hair and started to fuck my mouth.

“That’s right, sweetness. Take all of me down your throat.”

Oh my God. That was hot as shit. His words alone had me about to fucking burst.

“Oh darling.” He pumped in me a few more times. “Not right now. I want that tight pussy again.”

Razor pulled out and tugged on my hair so I was standing. Before I could react, he picked me up and tossed me on the bed. I landed in the center and he crawled toward me on all fours, looking like a lion that had just caught his prey.

In this case, I guess he had.

He spread my legs, twisted my clit a few times and then slapped it. My pussy pulsed at his sudden action and then I felt the warmth and the delayed moan that escaped my lips.

Razor climbed over me, guiding his hard cock right outside my wet lips as he hovered over top of me.

“You’re mine, Kylie Mills.” His gray eyes were resolute. “No turning back, sweetheart.”

Grabbing his ears, I pushed up, kissed him on the lips and said, “No turning back.”

He entered me at that moment, which released a loud gasp from my mouth.

“Beautiful,” he whispered while moving one leg up and resting his body on the right side.

Razor begin to power into me from the right angle sending all sorts of pleasure to places that I didn’t even know existed. My fingers grabbed my nipples as I began to twist them in an attempt to intensify the already unbearable feeling of ecstasy.

“Goddamn, Kylie,” he hissed. “Twist them for me.”

“Yes, Razor.”

I twisted them harder and he groaned as he rocked in and out of me like a tidal wave to the rhythm of his favorite song. Then Razor got on his knees and grabbed both ankles and powered inside of me like he was digging for a pot of gold.

The pressure from his strokes and the spot he hit had me screaming out his name for all to hear.

“Fuck me, Razor,” I was murmuring as I came down. “Fuck me, please.”

My legs were wide open for him and he continued to lose control as he fucked me senseless. His growls and moans were sending me to another place and I knew he was enjoying himself.

“Kyyylliee,” he groaned. “I’m about to cum in that tight little pussy. Come for me, sweetheart.”

He pushed in some more and I started rubbing my taut little nub, sending me over the edge.

“Yes, darling. Keep rubbing.”

“Fuuuccckkk.”

His strokes were erratic and he sped up until I was screaming my release and he was biting my shoulder as he let go.

Goddamn.

My skin was cool as the air in the room swept over my sweaty body. The connection between his chest and mine was the only area that was scorching.

Razor partially collapsed on top of me, yet remained inside. I thought about his speech about me being the only woman besides Mace’s mother that ever got that from him and then I curled my arms around him to keep him there.

A baby was the furthest thing from my mind, but I was on birth control even though Razor did not know that when he released inside of me.

Twice.

I fell asleep like that, but woke up in his arms. He was still asleep and snoring. Rather loudly actually. In an attempt to wake him, I wiggled my ass around in his crotch. That only perpetuated the situation and his hard cock was now poking me in the ass.

“What?” he asked sleepily.

“You’re snoring loudly and I have to pee.”

He pulled me closer and kissed my hair, “Go.”

I handled my business and turned on the shower because after our little romp, I was sticky and a tad bit sore.

Razor’s bathroom was very modern. His entire house was, almost like Shay’s, but the manly version. For some reason I had expected him to be in a bachelor’s pad with shit all over the floor. It was quite the opposite. His bathroom actually had a color scheme. Black and blue, which were the Guardians’ colors, so that made sense. He only had one toothbrush, one towel and the seat was always up.

That was good to see.

As I finished washing everything off and was about to get out of the shower, the door opened and in walked Razor.

“Showering without me?” he asked.

It was then I was able to see the tattoo on his chest. It was the Guardians’ symbol with the shield containing the scales of justice at the top and Legion of Guardians around it and at the bottom, the front of a motorcycle. On both sides of the shield were open wings.

The emblem was simple, but spoke volumes. They had open arms for anyone who needed the scales to be just and they rode motorcycles as a bonus. If Phillip Mills was impressed, then I knew there was something to be impressed about.

I lowered my head towards him and kissed the tattoo. His body was hard like he worked out to maintain his pecks and physique. There was no mistaking his sexiness. I didn’t blame the girls that were giving me scowls. I’d give me or anyone else a scowl if that happened to me.

Xander Willis was hot. Forty-four and all.

My lips traced the emblem as Razor rocked his head back and let me.

“Ohhh,” he groaned. “You do know what to do with your mouth, huh?”

There was no answer, as I continued to kiss each detail of the engraved symbol of Razor’s club. For a biker, he didn’t have as many tattoos as I thought a hard-core biker should have. I only had one tattoo, some stars on my ankle, and that hurt like a bitch.

I lost Razor’s chest as he was suddenly on his knees moving one of my legs over his shoulder. He looked up at me and said, “Relax.”

Smirking, I leaned against the shower wall and tried to relax, until his lips latched onto my clit. He was gentle and moved slowly. My body sank further into the wall as he used his wicked tongue to send me to the edges of the universe.

“Raazzoorr,” I moaned. “Ohhh.”

He slid one finger in my tight pussy and started to move in and out of me. His tongue was still flicking my little nub causing my fingers to grab onto his hair. When Razor stuck another finger inside, I pulled his hair tighter and moved my hips according to his rhythm. As I rocked on his face, he kept his ministrations with his mouth and fingers.

“Oh God!” I yelled. “I’m cuming, Razor.”

He sped up and flicked his tongue faster, causing me to still as he kept the pace.

“Yeesss,” I moaned. “Yesss!”

When I finished moaning and finally released the impending orgasm, Razor rose to his full height and kissed me deeply. I tasted me and that was hot as shit. We stayed like that for a while and then I pulled back and began to wash him. He turned towards the shower wall that I was just against and put his hands on the wall and let me wash his delicious body.