Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(40)

“You weren’t lying,” I groaned, my thighs still quivering like Jell-O. “You really can do amazing things with those hands.”

Mason took his right forearm and slowly wiped the juices that he couldn’t lick up from his lips. “They’re good for more than slaving away on a keyboard.”

I glanced down at my legs, which wouldn’t stop trembling. I hadn’t fully came down yet, and I wasn’t sure how long it’d take for me to be ready — I’m sure Mason wasn’t quite done with me yet. “I don’t even know if I can stand yet.”

Mason growled, “If you can’t stand from that, you’re about to be bed-ridden after I’m done with you.”

My heart began pounding at his threat, just as it started to get a rest. I knew what was coming next, but I was still taken aback by the primal lust that raged in his face.

I knew then he was preparing to ravage me like some savage beast, and there was nothing I wanted more.

He raised his arms and I eagerly helped him pull his shirt and hoodie over his head, tossing them onto the kitchen floor. I marveled again at his torso, running my fingers across his abs, feeling the hard lines.

It was something I’d wanted to do for so long, and now that the time had finally come, I never wanted this moment to end. Mason was sex on two legs, and I savored the moment, knowing that he was finally all mine.

He started fumbling with the button of his jeans, preparing to release the monster that was held inside, when I reached out to stop him, grabbing the firm, huge bulge in his pants.

“No. Let me,” I said huskily, messaging his cock through the fabric of his jeans. It felt powerful. Huge and throbbing.

I wanted to taste him, to feel him shove himself down my throat. After all, he had given me more pleasure than I could imagine. It was my turn to return the favor.

He firmly pushed my hand away. “No. This is about you, not me. That’ll come later.” The promise of more burned in his eyes and a tremble went down my spine. Though I wanted to have his fat cock in my mouth, I wasn’t going to argue.

After how he’d practically made my entire body feel like Jell-O, what Mason wanted, Mason could have.

Before he slipped off his pants, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.

I quirked an eyebrow, though I was happy he was prepared. “Seriously?”

Mason’s mischievous grin brought out his dimples. “What? I’m never unprepared.”

I crossed my arms across my breast. “So you mean to tell me that you came to this cabin with the intention of f*cking me?”

“Like I said, I’m always prepared. But I won’t lie, of course I wanted to f*ck you, but I never thought it’d happen.”

I grinned, burning with the need to feel him inside of me. “It isn’t if you don’t hurry up and get those pants off!”

He didn’t need any further encouraging. His jeans dropped in about half a second, his big dick flopping out in front of me, throbbing and swollen with purpose.

His cock was so large that the condom only covered a little over half of his shaft.

“Looks like you should’ve got an extra large,” I remarked.

“I couldn’t. They didn’t have monster-size.”

“Oh shut up.”

“You know you like it.”

Of course I did, but I’d never be able to take all of that thing.

Amusement fled the moment as he moved in close, his eyes burning with anticipation.

Suddenly, I was very anxious.

I placed a hand against his chest, stopping him. “Wait.”

“Huh?” Mason asked, his breathing heavy, and his eyes hooded with desire.

I paused, glancing apprehensively at his big, condom-wrapped dick, wondering if I should say it. “I’ve never done this before.”

Mason’s chiseled features twisted with shock. “Oh come on, you’re just saying that because you think it’s what I want to hear.”

“I’m serious. I was saving myself for you, and well, after it seemed like you’d never come back, I never found anyone. Well actually I was close once in college, but we never . . .”

“I thought for sure you would have by now . . . who was he?

“Mason Keller, are you jealous?”

“Just curious.”

“No one of importance, just someone I dated for a short while. Nothing came of it.”

“So you saved yourself for me? After all this time and even with all the girls I’ve slept with?”

There was no use denying it. I nodded.

Mason kissed me on the lips. “Even though I don’t deserve it, you have no idea how happy that makes me.”

“It was worth the wait,” I murmured breathily, my chest heaving with anticipation of what was about to take place.

“I’ll be gentle,” Mason promised.

That still didn’t prepare me for when he entered.

He pressed into me, his big head pushing its way inside of me and I let out a gasp. He felt huge.

“You alright?” he asked softly.

“I think so,” I replied shakily. “Just need time . . . to adjust.”

He was only barely inside and he gently pressed against me, pushing, until I’d taken about half of his shaft.

“Damn,” he said with awe, his voice strained. He made a face. “So tight.”