Page 82 of Bazooka
“Please,” I said, gulping. “Just once.”
He leaned in, but instead of kissing me, his teeth closed around my bottom lip. He nibbled on it. He sucked on it. He played with it. He bit it, then licked it better. And I didn’t dare move. I could hardly breathe.
“There,” he said when he was done, sounding satisfied. “Now your lips are red and swollen, just the way I like them.”
I tried to kiss him, but he dodged my lips again.
Then, I’d had enough.
“Oh, fuck off!” I snapped. “Get out of my room. I’m sick of your games, and I hate you.”
I rolled over to the side and turned my back to him, because I couldn’t stand to look at him.
He chuckled and traced my earlobe with his finger. “You’re cute when you sulk, angry kitten.”
I refused to speak.Refused.
“Do you want to go again?”
His question made me frown in confusion.
“Wh-what?”
He pressed his body against mine from behind and whispered in my ear.
“Do you want to come again, angry kitten?”
Was he for real? I had to know, so I just nodded. And I pushed my ass against his crotch, consequences be damned.
“Then take your dick in your hand.”
I gripped my dick, hissing in pain, because I was over-stimulated and sex-deprived. I didn’t want to embarrass myself by coming too soon again, but I was super-sensitive and super-horny.
“Now stroke it, kitten.”
I did what he said, gasping for breath. Already, I was so close. My hand trembled, and my fingers felt numb. He licked my earlobe before biting it. Pleasure, and then pain. It was my fucking love language.
“Thaat’s it… my good boy,” he praised me. “See how good you can be?”
Oh, fuck him, I just needed to come.Kidney? Take it. Hell, take both. Just fucking let me come.
“I’m a good boy,” I said hoarsely, closing my eyes. Hell, I would have said I was a mermaid if he’d asked me to.
“Stop now. Play with your balls a bit. Be a good, obedient boy.”
I did what he said, cursing under my breath. He started to kiss my neck, while his hand kept moving up and down my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He was gentle, and then he wasn’t. He left a few nasty hickeys on my neck, marking me. My thoughts of retaliation vanished when I felt my climax approaching.
“Suck,” he ordered, pushing his thumb into my mouth. “Suck and stroke, kitten.”
I sucked, and I stroked, and I fucking came, choking on my saliva because I was fucking drooling. I almost blacked out when I felt him yanking his boxers down.
“FUCK!” he shouted, and then I felt his cum hitting my ass. I turned my head, and his lips found mine as we kept coming together, tugging on our dicks. Our tongues entangled as our hands moved in unison, almost in the same urgent rhythm. My climax lasted until I thought I would pass out, and our movements gradually slowed down. I could feel his dick sliding against my cum-smeared ass, dangerously close to my crack.
“Fuck, kitten.” Baz panted against my neck. “What did you do to me?”
I opened my mouth to reply, but my head was scrambled. I was still gasping for breath like a fish on dry land, waiting for my lungs to fill with oxygen.
He recovered from it first.
