Page 107 of Bazooka
I raised my knees to my chest, opening myself to him shamelessly, as he brought his dick to my hole. When I felt his cockhead slipping inside me, all breath left my body. The first ring of muscle let him in so easily, I wanted to cry with relief. When the rest of him followed, I just wanted to cry and come. The slow slide of his cock made me gasp and choke as I threw my head back, fisting the sheets. When he bottomed out, I saw stars.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” he muttered, his voice cracking.
The following thrust hit my prostate, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
“The-there Ba-az,” I whimpered, burning from the inside out. “Giv-ve it to me the-ere.”
When he did nothing, I raised my hips, fucking myself on his dick.
“Stop,” Bazooka said, sounding strangled. “I’m three strokes from coming.”
When I didn’t stop, his lips captured mine in a deep, hungry kiss as he thrust inside me again, gritting his teeth. He took my hands in his and pinned them above my head, trying to stop me from moving, but I was desperate. Another move of his hips, another powerful thrust, and a cry tore from my throat as I spilled, untouched. His hoarse shout followed when he slammed inside me and stilled, biting into my neck. I could feel his dick pulsing as he emptied his balls inside me, filling me like I dreamed of from the moment I met him.
“Oh, fuck… fuck…” I heard him whisper. “Luz… what the fuck?”
Yeah. I was braindead, so… no reply. Endless minutes later, he rolled off me, still panting. I was staring at the ceiling, unable to talk for the longest time, and when I could, I said the stupidest thing in the world.
“So, that happened.”
“Yeah,” Bazooka said hoarsely. “That happened.”
Maybe he hated it. The mere thought made me want to jump out of the window, but… it didn’t seem as if he hated it. I looked at him, but he was just lying there with his eyes closed. He was kind of smiling, though. Was it a smile?
“It was the best sex of my life,” I said, biting on my nail. It was the fucking truth. His dick hit all the right places, and I wished I could have lasted longer, but I was so hungry for him I couldn’t stop myself. But it was the truth, and I put it out there, just in case he felt the same.
“Yeah,” Bazooka murmured, reaching for my hand and pulling my finger out of my mouth.
I whined internally. What the fuck did “yeah” mean? With other people, I knew what it meant, but with Bazooka… I just had to ask.
“Baz, can you say something other than yeah?”
He chuckled, propping himself on his elbow and turning toward me. His gray eyes were filled with tenderness… and heat.
“Yeah, you were right, kitten,” he said, caressing my cheek. “After trying your ass, I don’t want another.”
Oh.
Well, that didn’t sound that bad, did it? In fact, it sounded like a dream come true.
“I own you now, Luscious Lucius,” Bazooka added, cocking his eyebrows. “From this day forward, your ass is mine. Say it.”
“Your ass is mine,” I blurted out without thinking. “I mean, my ass is yours.”
He chuckled and pinched my cheek.
“Good boy. Now, go to the kitchen and make us breakfast. After breakfast, I will feed you something else, but only if you behave.”
Behave? Not in my DNA. I was smart enough not to share that info, though, so I played a good puppy.
“‘Kay, boss. Just give me a minute so my legs can start to function.”
“Your ass good?” he asked me.
The ridiculous question made me smile.
“My ass is on cloud nine, Baz. On cloud fucking nine.”
Chapter 19
