Just Ride: Legion of Guardians (11 page)

Goddamn.

I slapped her ass a few times, urging her to ride harder. She obeyed, and boy did she go. It was even better than I imagined.

“Razor, R-razor,” her voice quivered. “I’m about to come.”

“Do it, sweetheart,” I urged her on as my finger moved to her tighter hole in the back. “Come for me.”

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

I circled my finger around and added pressure.

“Oh God, Razor!” she yelled.

“Now!” I growled as I was close myself.

Her tight pussy clenched against my hard dick and she started rocking erratically on me, while I put the tip of my finger in her puckered hole. Kylie’s teeth latched onto my neck as she convulsed around me.

Removing my finger, I grabbed her hips and started slamming her onto me as I growled my release in her tight, wet heat.

“Goddamn, Kylie.” I threw my head back. “Fuck!”

I groaned and spurted the last of my seed into her.

“Fuck, baby girl.” I breathed.

Her mouth was still on my neck and Kylie was still holding me like her life depending on it. She’d have bruises on her hips, I knew, but neither of us cared.

Kylie pulled back and called, “Razor? I could so fall in love with you. I’m not saying that to freak you out. I’m simply saying that to let you know this means something to me. If it doesn’t to you, let me know before I fall any deeper. I just can’t handle another heartbreak. I can’t.”

“My cum is inside of you, Kylie.”

“What?” she looked confused.

“My cum is inside of you.” I repeated. “My cum has only been inside of two women, and one is the mother of my child.. I don’t go bareback with no one, sweetheart. Unless you got a place in my heart, you don’t get that part of me. Rachel, Mace’s mother, did at one point, but she left because she felt the club came before her. She was right, but I did have feelings for her. She’s engaged to be married now, and we haven’t slept together for almost eleven years. I’ll admit that I’ve gotten around since then. No sense in you not knowing that, but I always bring my own condoms, and I always check that motherfucker before I leave or they leave. Either way, someone always leaves, and my royal oats aren’t spread around the fucking U. S. of A. If you’re mine, you, are mine and the same goes both ways. You don’t fuck around and neither do I. I can’t trust you; you get cut loose and can fuck who you want. Same goes for me, but I’m telling you now. I don’t fuck around. No time for those games. I’m forty-four, sweetheart. Playtime has been over for me. So what you need to know is this: You’re in my house. No woman ever stays in my house. You’re on my bike, and you will be again. No woman gets that opportunity on a repeated basis. My cum is in you. Just told you that part, but I’ll say it again. And last but certainly not least; and I need you to get this part: You. Are. Mine. All of you. You ever question that, talk to me, okay?”

“Okay, Razor.” She put her face in my neck again.

I pulled her hair, so her face was visible to me. “You sure?” I questioned.

“Yes,” she answered, showing her creamy neck off to me.

I latched on to my usual spot and began to mark her again. It was there and available, and I wanted it to be clear.

She was mine.

All mine.

K
ylie
:

Razor was constantly blowing my mind. I went from hating his very face, or at least pretending to, to riding him on the baseball bleachers at his old high school. It was hard to pull out all the stops for him on the bleachers, since I didn’t have a lot of leverage, or my heels, but I made a note to surprise him one evening.

Assuming there would be an opportunity, of course.

I heard everything Razor was saying, but besides the intensity of his words and his mere presence, I actually believed him. He had not done anything to show me otherwise, but those scars from the past had not healed the way they should have. Not only did it still sting, but I felt like I’d have that same encounter again with him.

It reminded me of when I sprained my ankle while playing volleyball. I jumped up to block the ball and landed wrong causing the injury. Even after it healed, every time I jumped to block the ball, the sprain came to my mind, reminding me of my injury and fearing I’d re-twist it. It wasn’t until after several matches with no incident that I realized it was all in my head, and that I had to be healed not just from the physical pain, but the psychological pain as well.

That’s the hardest part.

Razor and I left and headed to
Peppers
. He wanted to check in with his crew before we headed back to his place.

We walked in hand-in-hand since that was his way. Some folks stopped and looked, while others smiled, and a few women even scowled.

Great. Making enemies and I just got back in town. Razor checked in with his cashier, and then went to their reserved Guardian’s section where Apollo, Bronx, and some other Guardians were whistling and cat-calling towards us.

“Shut the fuck up!” Razor barked but they kept laughing.

“Okay, Pres. You don’t fuck around do you?” one guy said.

“Fuck you.” He kicked his foot. “Just wanted to check in before we retire.”

“Retire?” Bronx asked. “Is that what they call it nowadays?”

“Actually, we already fucked,” I chimed in. “Oh, well. I guess we’ll fuck again and then retire.”

I looked to Razor who had both eyebrows up staring at me with a wide open mouth. All the guys started pounding on the tables with louder calls varying from, “Oh shit!”, to “Wildcat!”, to “Does she have a sister?!”

Razor pulled me to him, gripped my ass and whispered, “You know how to move a crowd, huh?”

All of this before he took my lips in a searing kiss. My arms snaked around him, and he squeezed both of my cheeks while pressing my body into his.

The guys were whistling and definitely louder than the music and anyone else in the place.

When Razor pulled back, he turned to them and said, “As the lady said, going to fuck and then retire.”

They all started shouting ‘fuck on, fuck for me, or fuck-fuck-fuck.’ Those guys were crazy.

When we finally arrived back to his house, Razor was damn near pulling me up the stairs to his room. When we were in front of the bed, he told me to strip. Razor tore of his clothes, just like I did, then he sat on the bed. His large cock was pink around the tip, and hard as a rock.

“Bend over and show me that ass,” he said through gritted teeth.

Slowly, I turned around and bent over to touch my toes.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You are sexy as shit. You know that right?”

I smiled. The truth was I felt sexy when he was looking and touching me. Besides that, I just felt average.

Something wet was moving between my cheeks when Razor said, “I want this hole, right here.”

His finger began to knead around the puckered opening. “Anyone ever have that?” He asked.

“No,” I wiggled my ass for him.

“Such a good girl,” he swatted me on the butt. “You going to be naughty for me?”

“Yes,” I said as I put my finger in my mouth.

My legs began to rub together as his words were turning me on and the ache was becoming overbearing. My nipples were at attention and not from a cool breeze either. Razor’s hands were now on me, with his mesmerizing voice and the thought of him introducing me to something new had completely turned me on.

A hand slapped my ass, causing me to groan and extend it towards him even more.

“You like that, sweetheart? Want me to make that ass red?” he coaxed.

“Yes,” I murmured.

“What naughty thing have you done?” He asked.

“Thought about you eating my pussy and got off on it to relieve the ache.”

“Fuck!” he moaned. “Did you squirt all over your fingers?”

“Yes and made a big mess.” I twirled my ass in his face, landing me a slap on the other cheek.

“Oh, sweetheart. You make me want to have you sit on my face and make a mess.”

“Hmmm,” I moaned. “That can be arranged. In the meantime, I’d like to finish what I started with your big cock in my mouth.”

“Goddamn,” Razor growled as he inserted the tip of his finger in my ass.

“Oh, Razor.”

My pussy was pulsing along with my heartbeat, and I wanted more.

“Wish you could see this. Hot as shit.” His other hand rubbed my cheek as his finger tried to push in more.

The burn and discomfort had me pulling away, so he stopped and said, “Turn around.”

As I obeyed him, he stood up.

“Be a good girl and get on your knees.”

Sliding to the floor, I rubbed Razor’s bare chest on my way down to reach for his heavy, thick cock. I pushed it against his stomach and began to lick his balls.

“Oh, goddamn!”

My tongue twirled around each sac while I rubbed his cock up and down with my hands. His sac was heavy just like his cock, and I longed to have them hitting my pussy when he fucked me from the back. This made me wetter, just thinking about it as I attempted to suck both of his balls in my mouth. That proved to be unsuccessful, so I starting licking up and down his long shaft.

“Goodness, darlin’,” Razor moaned. “Take me in your sweet mouth.”

I did as he asked, and boy did he not let me have control for too much longer. After I had twirled my tongue around the head while it was in my mouth, Razor grabbed my hair and started to fuck my mouth.

“That’s right, sweetness. Take all of me down your throat.”

Oh my God. That was hot as shit. His words alone had me about to fucking burst.

“Oh darlin’.” He pumped in a few more times. “I’m gonna cum, but not right now. I want that tight pussy again.”

Razor pulled his cock out of my mouth then tugged on my hair so that I was now standing. Before I could react, he picked me up and tossed me on the bed. I landed in the center and he crawled towards me on all fours, looking like a lion that just caught his prey.

In this case, I guess he had.

He spread my legs, twisted my clit a few times and then slapped it. My pussy pulsed at his sudden action and then I felt warm as a delayed moan escaped my lips.

Razor climbed over me, guiding his hard cock right outside of my wet lips as he hovered over me.

“You’re mine, Kylie Mills.” His grey eyes were resolute. “No turning back, sweetheart.”

Grabbing his ears, I pushed up, kissed him on the lips and said, “No turning back.”

He entered me at that moment, which caused me to release a loud gasp.

“Beautiful,” he whispered while moving one leg up and resting his body on my right side.

Razor begin to power into me from the right angle sending all sorts of pleasure to places that I didn’t even know existed. My fingers grabbed my nipples as I began to twist in an attempt to intensify the already unbearable feeling of ecstasy.

“Goddamn, Kylie,” he hissed. “Twist them again for me.”

“Yes, Razor.”

I twisted them harder and he groaned as he rocked in and out of me like a tidal wave to the rhythm of his favorite song. Then Razor got on his knees, grabbed both of my ankles, and powered inside of me like he was digging for a pot of gold.

The pressure from his strokes and the spots he hit had me screaming out his name that I’m sure the neighbors even now know.

“Fuck, Razor.” I murmured as I came down. “Fuck me, please.”

My legs were wide open for him, and he continued to lose control as he fucked me senseless. His growls and moans were sending me to another place, and I knew he was enjoying himself just as much as I was.

“Kyyylliee,” he groaned. “I’m about to come in that tight, little pussy. Come for me, sweetheart.”

He drove in even deeper, and I started rubbing my taut, little nub, sending me over the edge.

“Yes, darlin’. Keep rubbing.”

“Fuuuccckkk.”

His strokes were erratic and he sped up until I was screaming my release and he was biting my shoulder as he let go.

Goddamn!

My skin was cool as the air in the room swept over my sweaty body. The connection between his chest and mine was the only area that was scorching.

Razor partially collapsed on top of me, yet remained inside. I thought about his speech of me being the only woman besides Mace’s mother that he came in, and then I curled my arms around him to keep him there.

A baby was the furthest thing on my mind, but I was on birth control even though Razor did not know that when he released inside of me.

Twice.

I fell asleep like that, but woke up in his arms. Razor was still asleep and snoring, rather loudly actually. In an attempt to wake him, I wiggled my ass around his crotch which only perpetuated the situation and now his hard cock was poking me in the ass.

“What?” he asked sleepily.

“You’re snoring loudly, and I have to pee.”

He pulled me closer and kissed my hair, “Go.”

I handled my business and turned on the shower because after our little romp, I was sticky and a tad bit sore.

Razor’s bathroom was very modern. His entire house was, almost like Shay’s, but manly. For some reason, I had expected him to live in a bachelor’s pad with shit all over the floor. It was quite the opposite. His bathroom actually had a color scheme , black and blue, which were the Guardian’s colors, so that only made sense. He only had one toothbrush, one towel, and the seat was always up.

That was good to note.

As I finished washing everything off and was about to get out of the shower, the door opened and in walked Razor.

“Showering without me?” he asked.

It was then I was able to fully see the tattoo on his chest. It was the Guardians’ symbol with the shield containing the scales of justice at the top, Legion of Guardians scripted all around it, and at the bottom, the front of a motorcycle. On both sides of the shield were open wings.

The emblem was simple, but spoke volumes. The Guardians had open arms for anyone who needed the scales to be balanced, and they rode motorcycles as a bonus. If Phillip Mills was impressed, then I knew there was something to be impressed about.

I lowered my head towards Razor’s chest and kissed the tattoo. His body was hard like he worked out regularly to maintain that chiseled physique. There was no mistaking his sexiness. I didn’t blame the girls who were scowling at me. I’d do the same thing if I were in their shoes.

Xander Willis was hot. Forty-four never looked so sexy.

My lips traced the emblem with slow torturous pecks as Razor rocked his head back and let me have my way.

Ohhh,” he groaned. “You sure do know what to do with your mouth, huh?”

There was no answer, as I continued to kiss each detail of the engraved symbol of Razor’s club. For a biker, he didn’t have as many tattoos as I thought a hard-core biker would have. I only had one tattoo and that was stars on my ankle. And that hurt like a bitch.

I lost Razor’s chest as he was suddenly on his knees moving one of my legs over his shoulder. He looked up at me and said, “Relax.”

Smirking, I leaned against the shower wall and tried to relax, until his lips latched onto my clit. He was gentle and methodical. My body sank further into the wall as he used his wicked tongue to send me to the edges of the universe.

“Raazzoorr,” I moaned. “Ohhh.”

He slid one finger into my tight pussy and started to move in and out of me. His tongue was still flicking my little nub causing me to grab his hair. When Razor stuck a second finger inside, I pulled his hair tighter and gyrated my hips to his rhythm. As I rocked on his face, he continued his ministrations with his mouth and fingers.

“Oh God!” I yelled. “I’m coming, Razor!”

He increased his speed and flicked his tongue faster, causing me to still as he kept the pace.

“Yesss,” I moaned. “Yesss!”

With a final moan and release of my impending orgasm, Razor stood to his full height and kissed me deeply. His tongue tasted of me and that shit was hot! We tangled tongues for a while, and then I pulled back and began to wash him. We switched positions, and he placed his hands against the wall and let me wash his delicious body.