Page 58 of Blaze & Ajax

“You like this asshole.”

True, but I wasn’t about to tellhimthat.

“God, I feel fucking good right now. I have for a few months, but today… It’s like I’ve been high on adrenaline. Feels so fucking good. Hell, I could fuck you all night.”

“God, should I expect a sore ass for the next two weeks?”

Ajax barked out a laugh. “Yeah! That sounds epic. I’ll love watching you squirm as you sit, your ass remembering I beat the shit out of it, inside and out.”

I shuddered in arousal and maybe a little trepidation.

“Can you put medown now?” I huffed at him. It was one thing being thrown around like a rag doll during sex. It was quite another having Ajax wear me across his shoulder.

“Fine, but I’m only doing it because I’m fucking winded, lard ass.”

He set me down on my feet, and I punched him in his chest. “Lard ass? I probably weigh half of what you do.”

He winked and continued up the stairs, two at a time. I didn’t have the leg length for that.

As soon as we got inside his apartment and shut the door, Ajax slammed me against it with his body pressed hard to mine, consuming me in a heated kiss full of tongue, nips, and sucks. He put his wholefucking body into it.

This was one of those rare kisses I got without earning it. It was a kiss that told me I was wanted.

“Have… I… been good… enough for… this?” I asked between kisses.

“I already told you, I’m… going to make… love to you.” He bit my lip hard enough to sting and licked away the pain.

“You mean… we’re just going to fuck… like other couples do?”

He pulled away, leaving me gasping, and walked toward his bed, yanking off his T-shirt and tossing it to the floor. “Yep. I want to see your face as you come for a fucking change. You’re always turned away from me.”

Ajax craned his head to look back at me. “Get naked.”

He kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants, leaving a trail of clothes behind him. “Sex first, then we eat, then we fuck again.”

“Jesus… needy much?” I sounded like I was complaining, but it was nice to be wanted like that—to have someone literally hungry for me.

I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it on the floor with his clothes. Then, I removed my T-shirt, pulling it over my head. Next came my shoes, socks, jeans, and underwear.

“I haven’t showered or cleaned. I don’t feel…”

Why was I discouraging him?

It was the making love part. No one had ever made love to me before, not even my stepfather.

Ajax turned to face me, grabbed my hand, and tugged me onto the bed. I fell back, and he jumped on me. “So? Neither have I.”

“Yeah, but I’m not fucking you.”

He gave me a quick kiss. “You can if you want.”

“What?”

“If you want to fuck me, you can.”

I raised a brow and pressed my hand to his chest so he wouldn’t silence me in another kiss. “Haveyou ever been fucked, Precious?”

His face turned feral and hungry. “I hated it when you called me that last time. Now, I want you to say it a hundred times.”

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