Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(94)

“Oh God,” he groaned. “That’s not f*cking fair.” He struggled with his binding. “Untie me.”

“I’ll do no such thing,” I growled, squeezing his cock for his disobedience and watching more precum ooze out. “You dared me to do what I wanted to do with you, didn’t you?”

“I did. But—”

“Well then shut up and let me vent my frustration!” I grinned. I was totally loving this.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Tyler warned.

I ignored him and stuffed his cock into my mouth, taking as much of the shaft down as I could. Tyler groaned, his whole body trembling. I went up and down, slurping and sucking while massaging his balls. I started to use both hands to stroke his long cock as I moved my mouth in tandem with my stroking. Slurping sounds filled my ears as the taste of sweet, masculine meat tickled the back of my throat.

“Oh, f*ck me,” Tyler groaned as I gobbled his cock like I was mining for come.

After a few more furious slurps, his shaft grew impossibly hard in my hands and his balls tightened, signaling he was ready. By now, his whole body was shaking, and his breathing was coming out in short gasps.

Payback time.

I pulled back, releasing him, his cock snapping back against his rock-hard abs with an audible thud.

“What the hell are you doing?” Tyler demanded, his voice strained and filled with panic. “I was about to blow my balls out.”

I chuckled and rose to my feet. “Paying you back.”

“Fuck this.”

With a roar, Tyler tore out of his bindings with brute strength and jumped to his feet. His cock swayed to and fro, and he ripped the tie from around his eyes. His eyes cut into me like daggers, filled with wrath. I knew right then that I was in serious trouble.

Oh shit.

I tried to scramble away as fast as I could, but I didn’t make it two steps. Tyler grabbed me roughly by the arms, spinning me out in front of him. The heat from his body enveloped me as he pressed into my back. Below, I could feel his hard, throbbing cock rubbing up against my ass.

"I told you, you were going to pay," he growled into my ear, his breath hot on my neck. I nearly swooned in his grasp, my body temperature rising to unbelievable levels.

"But you dared me to have my way with you," I protested in ragged little breaths.

"Fuck that,” Tyler snarled. “You played dirty. Now it's my turn."

I had to admit, I wanted it badly. My whole body was burning, trembling with anticipation.

I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted to feel Tyler’s cock inside of me. More than ever before. I’d turned into a hungry cock whore, eager to please. It’s true what they say, make up sex was the best sex.

"I was innocent before I met you," I whispered, wishing I had the strength to pull away, but I didn’t. "You've completely corrupted me."

Tyler grinned. He knew he had me right where he wanted me. "I guess that makes me the devil."

Keeping my arms pinned together, he picked up one of the ties off the floor and quickly bound my hands behind my back. Then he shoved me forward, bending me over his desk.

I let out a gasp as his powerful hands gripped my waist and then latched on to my skirt. In one powerful jerk, Tyler ripped it off, along with my panties. Next followed my shirt and bra. In an instant, cool air enveloped my naked body, sending goosebumps all over my ass and thighs, hardening my nipples.

I shivered in anticipation. Here I was, naked at the top of one of the most prominent corporate buildings in the city, being ogled by a gorgeous, rich stud.

Smack!

A sharp gasp escaped my lips and I winced.

Bastard!

“You like that?” I heard him growl behind me.

“Shit. You smack worse than I do,” I hissed.

I regretted my words a moment later.

The next smack on my ass made me cry out, and I dug my nails into the hard wood of his desk to bear the pain. This one hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. I was sure Tyler had left a red print on my ass cheek.

Tyler laughed mockingly. “What’d I tell you? I don’t hear you running that pretty little mouth of yours now.”

Before I could reply, Tyler plunged two fingers inside me, causing me to gasp out again.

“You’re going to learn that there will always be consequences,” Tyler lectured as he probed my insides.

“I . . .” I gasped, pleasure rolling up through my stomach. “You’re such a f*cking bastard!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” I cried, knowing I was asking for more trouble but wanting it. I needed it. Suddenly, his tongue was lapping at me while his fingers still probed me.

“Oh,” I moaned, digging my nails harder into the wood. I’m sure there would be scratch marks on it, but I didn’t care.

His mouth enveloped my entire clit, sucking and slurping, still relentlessly thrusting into me with his two fingers. My ass jiggled on his face, and wet, wiggly noises filled the room as he scattered my juices everywhere.

"Oh f*ck!" I cried.

There was only so much I could take. Fire raged through my stomach like molten lava, and I cried out as I came so hard, my thighs trembled like an earthquake.

The room spun around me as spasms of pleasure took over my body, and it was a moment before I regained consciousness of my surroundings. I came out of it, shaking and shivering, gasping and trying to recover. But oh no, Tyler wasn’t having it. The bastard wasn't through with me.