Page 113 of Bazooka
“You don’t deserve it,” I growled, pulling my finger out. “Not after driving me crazy…” I slapped his ass again, making him whimper. “With this fucking ass.” Another slap. “The entire evening.”
“Why don’t you stick your big dick in it, then?” Luz bit out. “Mr. Big Shot Cop with a big dic—”
When I shoved my cock inside him, he finally shut up. I bottomed out and reached heaven as he stuttered something incoherent that sounded like “mmnngghhh”.
“What did you say?” I asked him, slapping his ass. “What was that?”
“F-fucking f-f-fuuck,” he gasped, fisting the sheet until his knuckles turned white. I could hear his teeth chattering, and it made me smile.
“Who’s your daddy now, huh?” I asked him, slapping his ass again. “You insolent brat.”
That slap did it. His dick pulsed and started spilling, cum shooting everywhere. I fucked him through his orgasm, thrusting hard and fast. In and fucking out. I wanted to last longer, but his cries drove me crazy, so I came too, biting into his shoulder to prevent an embarrassing shout leaving my mouth. I buried my face in his neck, wondering when sex ever felt this good, and the answer was, never.Never.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked him after my mind had cleared… relatively.
Luz shook his head, still panting. “You can’t hurt me physically,kochanie.”
I forced myself to pull my dick out of him. As soon as I did it, my cum gushed out of his ass, and it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I put my finger on his crack to push it back inside him when he spoke.
“Get back inside me, Baz. I need to feel you.”
My dick hardened on cue.
“Are you sure?” I asked him because I didn’t want to hurt him.
“Yeah. Cork me up.”
I spread his ass cheeks and drove in deep. And just like that… heaven.
“Like this?” I checked, kissing his shoulder.
He nodded, shuddering.
“That’s it, Baz. Stay inside me and never leave.”
When his eyes closed, I kissed his neck. His hair. His earlobe. His shoulder. The little valley between his shoulder blades. With my dick buried inside him, I kissed every inch of his body I could get my lips on. I desperately wanted to fuck him again, but I forced myself not to move because this wasn’t about fucking. This was more.
We remained like that until he fell asleep, and my softened cock slipped out of him. It was also exactly how I woke up at ten-ish—our limbs entangled, my crotch to his ass. Luz was snoring, probably crushed under my weight, and I cursed myself for falling asleep on top of him. With all the dried cum sticking to his thighs and the finger imprints on his buttocks, he looked ravaged, so I ran him a bath. When I carried him to the bathroom, he sighed with satisfaction, still half-asleep.
“Is this a dream?”
“No, but it’s time for a bath,” I replied. “Are you hungry?”
“No, just happy.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I’m with you. I also love it when you carry me around. It makes me feel as if you care about me.”
I stopped in my tracks and looked at him. “What do you mean? Of course I care about you.”
Luz looked as if he were about to hit me, of all things.
“God, it took you ages to say that!” he growled. “Why do I have to drag all the nice words out of you as if I’m a goddamn dentist extracting your tooth?”
“‘Cause you bring the same amount of torture?” I suggested.
“How dare you?”
