Page 25 of Blaze & Ajax

“Jesus Christ…” he breathed. “Don’t start making me like you now.”

“I don’t need you to like me,” I reminded him. “I don’tneedyou to feel anything about me.”

Ajax shoved me onto my stomach in his bed and then lifted my ass in the air.

Fucking finally.

“Tell me not to come,” I said.

“How about you not say a damn word?”

My body vibrated with pleasure at his control. This wasn’t going to work if I had to hold his hand through it all.

“And no fucking coming until I say so,” he rasped in my ear, his tone edging toward violence. “Now, don’t move.”

You couldn’t pay me enough to disobey at that point.

This entire situation wasa flaming pile of dog shit. God, I was too fucking tired for this. It’d been too long since I had a good night’s sleep. Despite my exhaustion, I had strange levels of energy. I had no idea where it all came from, but I needed it.

As Blaze sat there with his ass in the air, his hole eager for me, I stripped off the rest of my clothes and pulled out a condom from my rickety nightstand. I pulled it out from the opened wrapper and rolled it onto my cock.

Once again, my logical mind was telling me to stop this, but my horny and emotional mind overruled my sanity. How could I not shove myself into his waiting ass, just beggingto be fucked?

Once I was ready, I grabbed the lube and dribbled some onto my hand and over his ass. I thrust a couple of fingers into him as he threaded his fingers together behind his back.

“I don’t need stretching. I’m prepped,” he said, his voice muffled from bending face down on my pillow.

“Shut up.”

As much as I couldn’t stand him, I wasn’t about to fucking hurt him. That wouldn’t have been any better than shooting someone in the back.

When I found his prostate, I massaged it for a bit, helping him to open up even more. He groaned, but he didn’t move.

He was ready, so I pulled out my fingers, wiped them on my comforter, and lined up my cock with his hole. With my hands gripping his hips and my thumbs prying his cheeks apart, I shoved myself inside him until I was fully seated. Blaze grunted and bore down, but he didn’t say anything.

“Fuck, yeah!” I rasped.

As I caught my breath for a second so this wouldn’t end before it even began, I leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “No coming. No talking. The only thing I want to hear are your groans and whimpers as I peg you hard.”

I grabbed his wrists and tugged his arms back as I used them for leverage to thrust in and out of him—hard.

I had to admit that he looked fucking good all folded over for me, completely yielding and complying. Even better, I didn’t have to listen to him being a bitch. Hell, this was even better than thoughts of kicking his ass. I felt powerful and dominant. It made me fucking high.

“Do you like to get fucked, Kitten?”

He nodded, but he stayed good for me by not uttering a word.

“Would you like it harder?”

He nodded even faster.

I yanked his arms back more, thrusting faster. It had to hurt, but he didn’t complain once. The only sounds in the room were the slapping of my pelvis against his ass and our heavy breathing. The air quickly filled with the scent of sex, which I took a deep breath of.

“You reallyaregood when you want to be, Kitten.”

I refused to call him ‘boy.’ Hell, he was a year older than me. That was just too weird for me.

Sweat gathered on my forehead and upper lip, and my body filled with electricity. Despite all the skateboarding I did, my thighs were burning from the exertion.

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