Page 64 of Blaze & Ajax

“Yes, yes… Now, get naked.”

I removed my shorts and underwear, confident that Ajax wouldn’t be able to get it up, anyway. I just needed to get this over with so I could fix him up and get him to sleep.

He was all paws on me, rambling, most of it incoherent, which was probably from all the drinking.

When he was sober in the morning, I’d give him a fucking earful. For now, I would give in to him and treat him afterward.

I finally found my person, and he was behaving the way I used to when I was younger, which was kind of triggering. Ajax was going to get himself killed, and I wouldn’t stand for it.

As soon as he was also undressed, he lunged at me, and we both fell onto the bed with him on top, nearly knocking the wind out of me. He flipped me over onto my stomach like a rag doll and lifted my ass.

He yanked open my nightstand drawer, pulling it all the way out, and everything crashed to the floor. He climbed over me and rummaged around to find what he was looking for.

“Where’s the lube? No matter.” He sat up, shoved my legs back, and spit on my hole, and then he spit again. Ajax didn’t ease into it, thrusting his harddick into me. Good thing we had sex the night before, so I was pretty loose for him. Still, without lube, it stung like a bitch.

I was surprised that he could even get it up.

“Look at that cute and sexy ass.”

I fisted the sheets and let him have his way with me.

He smacked one ass cheek and then the other.

“Love my handprints on you.”

“You’re mine…”

“Need to mark you…”

“When we’re done, I’m going to fuck you again. I’m going to fuck you forever.”

There was growling, grunting, and a lot of the word ‘fuck’ in his rambling.

“No one else will ever have this ass.”

The sounds of smacks filled the air, along with his incessant chatter.

“I own your ass. You’ll be mine forever.”

My eyes rolled, and my toes curled when he slammed into my prostate over and over.

Fuck if I cared that he was drunk. I loved his rambling words, proving Ajax really did want me.

Suddenly, he fisted my hair and pulled my head back. “Do you understand? You’re mine forever.”

“Yes.”

“Louder.”

“Yes! I’m yours forever,” I yelled when he pulled my hair tighter.

“Damn straight, Kitten.”

“Fuck.”

“You’re so tight for me. We’re fucking all night. Forever and ever.”

Ajax just kept ranting and repeating himself over and over. Jesus. What had gotten into him? I’d never seen him drunk before.

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