Page 106 of Bazooka
To watch him fuck me? No way I would survive that. Still, his dick was worth dying for, so I did what he said, shivering. Would he notice? It was so embarrassing.
“Is bareback fuck okay?” he asked me, cocking his eyebrows.
I gulped and nodded. So, a dirty talker. Be still, my heart. I just won a jackpot.
“I figured since I know you’re clean,” Bazooka continued as I settled in bed. “And I know I’m clean… Also, I have been itching for your sweet little ass for a while now, so…” He grinned and winked at me. “Let’s do this right, right?”
I mumbled a “Yeah”, eying his long, thick dick and heavy balls.
Fuck, this is gonna hurt.
He climbed on top of me, and already I couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“W-what?” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said, kissing my neck. He licked at it, tasted it, bit into it. Left a hickey or two—I was sure of it—before his lips found mine. He nipped at them and sucked on them until they felt numb and hot and adored, to be honest. And my dick, trapped between our bodies, was suffering like it had never suffered before in its life.
“Baz,” I murmured as he nibbled on my ear, holding my hands pinned to the bed.
He didn’t seem to hear me, so I tried again.
“Baz,” I said huskily. “Please.”
He pulled away with a groan, looking flushed.
“Huh?”
“Stop kissing me and start fucking me. Come on. Lube.”
“I don’t want to stop kissing you,” he muttered, catching the lube that I tossed at him. “Although I want to start fucking you.”
He squirted the gel-like fluid onto his dick, hissing when he started to apply it to his length. He looked in pain as he smeared the stuff all over, pausing to catch a breath. I noticed him squeezing the base, which meant he was close, too, thank God.
I reached for lube, desperate to finish the job, when he shook his head.
“Tsk. Your ass is mine. I’ll do it.”
“Okay, but you have to prep me good,” I said, feeling both giddy and worried. “It’s been a while for me.”
Another squirt and a grin followed.
“Don’t worry, Luscious Lucius. I’ve done anal before. You’re in good hands.”
When his fingers found my crack, I closed my eyes, shuddering. His fingers were wet. Gentle. A little massage, a dip inside, a circle around the rim. More moisture. More pressure. When he added one more finger, I was officially dizzy. I couldn’t breathe. My dick kept leaking precum all over my belly, but Bazooka licked it off me with a few swipes of his tongue. When he moved lower, I grabbed him by the hair because I suspected where he was going, and it wasn’t survivable at the moment.
“Not now,” I said through my teeth. “I won’t last. Just fuck me already.”
He grinned wickedly, pushing a third finger inside me.
“By the way, do you want me to dump my cum inside you?” he asked me—just like that. “Or do you want to eat it?”
I was digging both options.
“Inside me,” I demanded. “If you still have some left after stuffing my ass, I’ll swallow every drop.”
He chuckled. “One of a kind.”
