Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance

“Yep, I sure did,” Carly agreed proudly. Then she made a face. “Maybe one day I’ll be able to swallow. You haven’t quite made me that dirty yet.”


“Shit. Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me. Just don’t go telling anyone that your stepbrother is turning you into a dirty little slut, you hear?”

“Soon to be ex-stepbrother,” she corrected me, “thank you very much.” She winked at me. “It might be funny to tell your dad for being such an asshole though.”

“Now that shit ain’t funny.”

Carly slapped me playfully on the thigh, coming dangerously close to smacking my balls. “You know I’m just playing. Be right back.”

She began to scoot off of the bed then, but I grabbed her by the arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” I growled.

Carly glanced over at the bathroom. “Um, to wash my mouth out.”

I shook my head. “That’ll have to wait.” I nodded at my half hard dick. I’d only need another minute or two. “That has some unfinished business with you.”

Before she could protest, I pulled her onto the bed with me and locked lips with her. I didn’t even care that she had just let me come in her mouth. I wanted her too damn bad.

After I was done, I pulled away, leaving her breathless.

“Jesus!” she gasped, “Can a girl get some mercy over here—”

I grabbed her shirt and jerked it off, along with her bra, and then flipped her over on her stomach, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her lips.

Growling, I deftly pulled off her skirt and panties and tossed them onto the floor, leaving her lying butt naked in front of me.

Carly panted breathlessly, impressed. I could tell she wanted me to take her badly, her body trembling with need and goosebumps all over her flesh.

“On your hands and knees,” I commanded her.

Slowly, she lifted herself off the bed onto her hands and knees.

“Lift your ass into the air,” I ordered, admiring the perfection of her body. The sight of her beautiful * between her legs made my already hard dick even more firm.

Looking back at me with sultry eyes, Carly did as I commanded.

She’s fucking testing me looking at me like that, I thought lustfully.

Sucking in a deep breath, I knelt forward and buried my face between her ass cheeks, lashing my tongue against her wet *.

“Oh God!” Carly cried out immediately.

Hungrily, I lapped up her sweet juices and at the same time, I stroked my cock, prepping it.

“Keep going!” Carly cried, her ass cheeks wobbling in my face. “I’m already so close!”

I licked once or twice more, but then I pulled back.

“What the fuck?” she complained. “I was almost there!”

“I was just getting you wet,” I explained, standing up on the bed, causing it to creak and the mattress to lower.

“I was already soaking wet!”

I almost laughed at the chagrin in Carly’s voice. “I know, but just making sure so I don’t have to be as gentle,” I growled.

Carly became quiet at that and she shuddered. I could tell she wanted me inside of her.

I crouched down, causing the bed to creak, ready to mount her and plunge my cock deep inside, but then paused. I didn’t have a condom. But did I really need it? Carly hadn’t told me if she was on the pill or not, but it didn’t matter to me. I wanted to feel what it would be like inside of her without it.

Carly sensed my hesitation.

“Do it,” she moaned, sticking her ass into the air as high as it would go, her limbs trembling with need. “I don’t care.”

“You sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

I bent down and mounted her, pressing my cock head against her *. Her lips parted like the red sea, my cock gliding inside of her canal with ease, slick from her juices.

I groaned as I went deep. The sensation felt absolutely incredible — so natural, like this was where I belonged. I never wanted it to end, and I hadn’t even started fucking her yet.

“Fuck baby,” I groaned, feeling her walls clench around my dick. She was so tight I had to make an effort to keep my cock from popping back out. “You feel incredible.”

A pleasured cry ripped from Carly's lips in response as she felt my cock hit a certain spot, her body quavering beneath me.

“Oh my God!” she gasped. “Your cock feels so fucking big inside of me.”

“You like it, don’t you?” I asked, my voice strained from how tight she felt.

“Y-y-yes! Fuck me, please!”

Happy to oblige, I slowly began thrusting with deep, slow strokes, allowing her to adjust to my size. Each time I went deep, I got pushback from her tight walls, but slowly they gave way to my girth.

Grabbing her breasts in each of my hands, I slowly began to pick up speed, my balls slapping up against her, the bed creaking loudly and the headboard banging against the wall like a war drum.

I knew whoever was in the adjacent room was probably pissed, but I didn’t give a shit.

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