Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(39)

Mason frowned. “I used to think that I was the only one for you and that no one else deserved you. But I realize now that you deserve much better than what I can give you. We were so close last night, and if we’d have had sex, this would have been impossible to do.”

Mason’s words touched me and it thrilled me to hear from his mouth that all this time he harbored such feelings for me. “But—”

“Besides, we’re stepbrother and stepsister. What will Dad and Sherry say?”

“Fuck them! Besides, they’re all but divorced anyway.”

Mason laughed, his dimples showing. “Ah, Carly. That’s what I’ve always loved about you. You can always make me laugh even if I don’t want to.”

“So just stay. Please!” Didn’t he have a heart? I was practically about to die. “Fight for what you know we both want. I love you, Mason!”

Mason’s eyes lit up to study my tear-stained face. “What did you just say?” His face was pale as if he’d been struck.

The words rushed out like running water. “I love you,” I said. “I think I have since the first day we met.”

He was silent for a long time, but all of a sudden his lips were locked with mine. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. Electricity flowed between us, causing prickling sensations along my skin. And down below, I could feel his bulge begin to press against his jeans and my stomach.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, swirling around mine as I savored the taste. As we kissed, his hands roamed over my body, causing fire wherever he touched. I shuddered, my pulse pounding in my throat. He was only touching me and I already felt like I was in heaven. I’d never been touched this way before by any man, and it felt amazing.

He picked me up, and I let out a small gasp of surprise as he carried me over to the kitchen counter. He placed me on it gently, all while maintaining our passionate kiss.

Then he pulled away, leaving me gasping for breath, his lips quickly finding their way to my neck. He covered it with a flurry of kisses and I was sure he’d leave a hickey there, but I was lost in the heat of passion.

I felt incredible — more wanted and desired than I could ever imagine.

He continued burning my neck with passionate kisses while he deftly unbuttoned my blouse. I helped him out by taking it off and tossing it to the side. My bra came quickly after and my nipples stiffened as the cool air hit them.

Admiration flashed in Mason’s eyes as he drew back to survey my breasts.

“Even more amazing than in my dreams,” he murmured with appreciation. He wasted no time and cupped my right breast in his hand and then bent forward and hungrily wrapped his lips around my nipple.

I titled my head back and a pleasured sigh escaped my parted lips. His teeth kneaded and teased my right nipple while he took his other hand and pinched my left one, twisting and turning it.

“Ohh,” I groaned, my head spinning. I literally felt like I was going to have an orgasm already, a years-long thirst for Mason finally being quenched.

When his teething and teasing brought me to a feverous pitch, he stopped, pulling back and grabbing onto my skirt. Led by instinct, I lifted my ass up off the counter to make it easier for him and my skirt swiftly came off along with my panties.

He tossed them carelessly to the side, looked at my swollen * and then grinned at me, practically salivating. “You’re soaking wet.” He placed a finger on my clit and then slid it down the side of my labia, gathering moisture. He brought his finger to his lips and sucked on it. “Delicious,” he said with immense satisfaction. “Just like I thought. So f*cking sweet. You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of this moment. And now that it’s finally real, I’m going to enjoy every f*cking second.”

The intensity in his words and eyes left me breathless with anticipation. He bent over, bringing his face level with my quivering mound and inhaled. The look of satisfaction that spread across his face as he savored the smell of me made me shiver.

Without warning, he went to town on me like a starving animal, his lips clamping down on my *, sucking and slurping up my juices.

“Oh god,” I cried, my back arching and my thighs trembling around his face. I wasn’t prepared for the sensation of his mouth on me. I’d never felt anything like it in my life.

Keeping his powerful jaws clamped down on my *, he penetrated me with his finger. Slurping and smacking noises filled my ears as he slid his finger in and out. I placed my hands on either side of his head, gripping his hair for support, my whole body shuddering.

He started alternating between sliding his finger inside me, and rubbing my clit with his thumb. It was like he was strumming a guitar, working his dexterous fingers like a pro until I began to see stars. I could hardly stand it, my limbs contracting and shuddering.

I could already begin to feel a fiery tempest of pleasure building inside of me, and it grew faster and more powerful with each passing second.

Mason looked up at me, his eyes blazing with intensity as he used his powerful jaws and lips to bore down on my clit with incredible force.

My thighs started to tremble uncontrollably, and I let out a loud yell as I came all over his fingers and in his mouth.

Mason was relentless, and he kept his mouth clamped down on me, eagerly taking everything I had while I was rocked by jolt after jolt of pleasure.

When it was over, he stood up and grinned at me, his full lips glistening. There was pure confidence in his gaze, as if he knew he’d just given me something I would never forget.