Page 112 of Bazooka
“That car you have been eyeing,” he added. “It’s my bodyguard, Vincent. He’s kinda cute.”
First, I felt relieved.
Then, I felt enraged.
He’s kinda cute?
Luz put the flowers into a vase, smiling widely. “They look lovely, don’t they?”
I walked up to him just as he reached for the bag of cherries, but I was faster. I threw him over my shoulder as he squeaked in surprise.
“Hoo… what’s going—?”
I carried him to the bedroom and threw him on the bed as his eyes widened in shock.
“B-but, the cherries,” Luz mumbled, as I started to unbutton his shirt. It took too long because my fingers fucking shook, so I ripped it apart. At the sight of his naked chest, I put my lips to his skin, licking my way up, feeling ravenous.
“Baz… the cherries… in the fridge… please!”
“Fuck you, Luz,” I growled, pulling away from him and rushing to the kitchen. After I threw the damn cherries intothe fridge, I returned to the room only to see Luz’s crushed expression.
“It’s stuck,” he breathed, looking at his crotch. “The damn zipper is stuck, Baz.”
When I pulled my engorged cock out of my pants, his eyes widened comically.
“It wasn’t this big this morning,” he muttered, gulping. “Was it?”
I smiled sweetly. “Let’s deal with this first, shall we?”
When I tore the zipper in half, he gasped in shock. “Those are my favorite jeans, asshole!”
“I will buy you new ones,” I growled, pulling both his jeans and boxers down his hips. “Where’s that fucking thing… what’s it called…?”
Luz reached under his pillow and tossed lube at me.
“Here. Fucking hurry.”
“Give me that cushion,” I said, wiggling my fingers in urgency. “Roll over onto your belly. Now… fucking now!”
When he did what I said, I pushed the cushion under his crotch, so his ass was elevated just the way I wanted it. I was slathering lube all over my dick when I noticed his hips moving.
“Stop humping that cushion, Luz!” I growled, slapping his ass. “What did I say about disobeying me?”
“Obey you?” he gasped. “I will never fucking obey you, you. Oh my God, I’m going to come…”
I slapped his ass again.
“No, you will fucking not.”
When I pushed my finger in his hole and wiggled it a bit, he hissed.
“Ohmygodfuckingthere!”
“Here?”
“Yeah, just the-there… ff-fuuck…”
He kept thrashing on the bed as if every touch gave him a minor climax.
