Page 36 of Bazooka

I was so hard that I was certain I would embarrass myself as I watched him take off his clothes.

And God, I had seen parts of him naked before, but now that he was fully naked, I was speechless.

He was one perfect, strong, muscular human animal, so no wonder I felt like prey.

And his cock… dear God. A lesser man would reconsider this endeavor, but not me.

I was taking that thing inside me, even if it killed me.

He walked up to me and cupped my face, chuckling.

“What?” I said, feeling brain-dead.

“I still can’t grasp how weird it feels to feel another dick touching mine,” he replied.

I looked down at our hard cocks pressed against each other, and the sight alone gave me a minor climax.

“Good weird or bad weird?” I dared to ask.

“Awesome, weird.”

Oh, goody.

“Trust me, Baz, after you try my ass, you will never want another,” I said, making him laugh.

“Get on the bed then, Luscious Lucius.”

“How do you want me?”

“Missionary, sweetheart.”

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.”

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.”