Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(95)

He kept me bent over his desk as he rose to his feet. He waited for a few moments, teasing me with his cock, allowing me a couple of minutes to recover.

He entered me. Ruthlessly. I cried out as he penetrated me to what seemed like the entire length of my canal, and he began seesawing his giant cock in and out of me. As he pounded away, he grabbed me by the hair, pulling with enough force to make me wince. Garbled, unintelligible cries escaped my lips as I was viciously f*cked.

It felt like a giant pole penetrating me. A f*cking monster. His thrusts were hard. Deep. Powerful. And the smack of his powerful thighs hitting up against my ass filled the room.

Tyler made low, guttural growls of pleasure as he continued, taking my body for his own pleasure, owning every single particle of me. I dug into the desk, holding on for dear life. I'd never experienced sex this rough and intense, but it was absolutely amazing.

A couple of thrusts later, I could feel his cock stiffening inside me and his grip on my hair loosened as his breathing became heavy and labored, his thrusts slower but more full.

Oh shit. He doesn’t have a condom on, I thought suddenly with alarm, remembering he hadn’t put on protection, but being so caught up in the moment that I hadn't stopped him.

“Pull out,” I gasped hoarsely. My words sounded garbled to my ears. “Tyler!” I tried to pull away, but I was firmly in his grasp, his hands holding onto my waist with a powerful grip.

At the very last second, he pulled out, roaring like a lion, and I could feel his hot come splash on my back and my ass.

I felt sore, inside and out. He'd really given me a pounding. I was sure I wouldn’t be walking straight for a couple of days. “You could’ve come inside of me!”

It scared me how quickly our little power-play game had nearly spun out of control into something that we both could’ve possibly regretted.

“Relax,” Tyler exhaled, sweat running down his jawline from his exertions. Though I was upset, I had to admit—Tyler was a glory to behold. His chest and abs glistened with sweat, his cock half-limp. He was the perfect male specimen. “I had it covered.”

"Yeah, okay," I hissed sarcastically.

“What are you so worried about, aren’t you on the pill?”

“Yeah, but still. That was f*cking rude.”

The feel of hot stickiness dripping down my backside left me looking around for something to wipe myself with. I grabbed his tie and put it to good use.

"Hey," Tyler protested as I wiped at my backside with his tie. "That tie is one of my favorites.”

I casually tossed it onto his desk and bent down to retrieve my skirt off the floor. Tyler bent down to pick up his boxers, quickly slipping them on along with his slacks.

He grinned at me as he picked up his shirt, but his expression turned serious as he pulled it on, leaving it unbuttoned. "I've never done that before," he said quietly, gazing at me strangely.

I paused in pulling my half-ripped skirt up over my thighs to regard him. "Done what?"

"Been so reckless. "

I pulled my skirt all the way on and grabbed my bra, putting it on and snapping it back in place. "Then why’d you do it?” I asked softly.

“Because you make me so . . .” His voice trailed off, his eyes distant.

I stood there, hanging upon his every word. “I make you so what?”

Suddenly, his jaw hardened. “Never mind.”

“Come on, tell me.”

He shook his head, walking over to the door of his office while simultaneously buttoning up his shirt. “Get the rest of your clothes on and meet me outside. I’m taking you to my place to get cleaned up.”

I opened my mouth to protest. After all, he didn’t ask if I wanted to go back to his place, but he interrupted me.

“And make sure you grab that tie on your way out, will you? I don’t want it anymore, and I certainly don’t want the cleaning lady to find it tomorrow. That’s the last thing I need getting out around here.” He winked at me. “You can keep it as a souvenir.” Then he walked out and gently shut the door behind him.

“Asshole,” I muttered.





Chapter 17


Tyler





Punishing Victoria for her super-hot cock tease was one of the most satisfying things I'd ever done. And being inside of her? It was out of this world. It felt so good and so natural, it was no wonder that I’d almost lost control. I'd come so close to . . .

It was f*cking scary.

I was losing my touch. My edge. And Victoria, with her body and dirty mouth, was to blame. I didn't want to believe it. I'd convinced myself I'd never have real feelings for a girl again. But if I went down the list of my feelings toward Victoria, it only further confirmed the truth of my addiction.

Can't stop thinking about her. Check.

Drives me crazy over the smallest things. Check.

Want to f*ck her day and night. Check.

Do the stupidest shit around her. Check.

Yep, I was addicted alright. Addicted to the way she made me feel.

"There was no hot water," Victoria said, breaking me out of my reverie and appearing in the doorway of the bathroom connected to my room.

My heart thumped in my chest at the sight of her—her hair wet and wavy, her cheeks flushed with pink. She wore one of my black silk robes that was way oversized on her, but to me she looked like the hottest thing since sliced bread.