Page 103 of Bad Boy Blues


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My heart’s beating against my chest so hard at the illicit way I’m touching him. The way he’s tightened up and twitching and grunting.

God.

It’s the hottest thing ever.

It gives me the courage to pop my wet, slippery thumb inside of him, inside his tight hole, while vacuuming his cock in my mouth with a long, harsh suck.

And with a big jerk of his body, he spurts on my tongue.

But if I thought he’d let me set the pace, I was wrong. He grips my hair and pulls my mouth off with one hand while the other grabs the base of his spasming dick.

Zach aims at it at my chest and I arch my spine and push my breasts for him to come on. His hand circles his cock and he strokes, strokes, strokes, spilling his cum all over my tits.

White creamy ropes cover me and slide down the slope, plopping over my nipples. I don’t know what to watch, his orgasm on my body or him, panting and vibrating.

When he’s done, he opens his heavy lids.

Our eyes connect again, mine submissive and in love and his mean and dominating.

Clenching his jaw, he picks me up and forces me to stand. Panting, I look up at his harsh face.

“You think you can touch what I didn’t give you?” he growls.

I hold on to his shoulders. “I just wanted to make you feel good.”

He studies me for a beat and presses a short, hard kiss on my mouth. “Yeah? Well, I hope you’re ready then.”

“Ready for what?”

“Ready to really see what it means to serve me.”

Zach doesn’t give me the time to absorb his words before he changes our positions, then spins me around.

I’m facing that tiled wall now, the stream of the shower running down my back. I turn around to look at him when Zach grabs my hips and pulls me back, grinding his dick in the crease of my ass.

“What’re you going to do to me?” I ask with a tinge of trepidation and a whole lot of excitement.

He runs his open mouth along the column of my neck. “I think you know.”

I arch up against his dick that hasn’t gone soft even after his climax. “Fuck me?”

“Yeah. That’s for sure.”

Something makes me ask him, “Where?”

His hands rub over my stomach, go down to cup my pussy in one sweep before traveling up to squeeze my breast. “In your ass.”

I shudder against him and bring my arms up and back, fisting his drenched hair. “Okay.”

“Okay, huh? Is that why you pulled that move on me, Blue? Was that your way of telling me? You wanted to get fucked in the ass.”

I rub my thighs together. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Pinching my nipple, he warns, “But then, this isn’t about you now, is it? You’re here to serve me. Take care of me.”

Biting my lip, I nod. “Yes. It’s about you. Whatever you say goes.”

“It does.” He kisses my cheek lightly, so in contrast with how he’s humping my ass and twisting my nipple. “So I say that I’m gonna fuck you in the ass. But I’m also going to fuck your tight snatch.”

“Oh God…” I moan out when he utters that word.

That dirty, filthy, nasty word. The word that really makes me feel like his slut, a maid hired just to serve him and his base needs.

As if they’re paying me for this. So he can have a body to slake his lusts in.

They are all fools, then.

They don’t need to pay me. I’ll be his, body and soul, for free and forever.

Zach gives a hard thrust of his pelvis. “Are you ready for that? Are you gonna let me bang all your holes tonight, Blue? Both of them.”

The shower is wetting my skin but I still feel like my pores are parched.

“Yes. Anything you want.”

A harsh breath escapes him and he drops his forehead on the crook of my neck on a groan. “Christ, you’re driving me crazy, baby.”

I turn my face and kiss his hair. “You drive me crazy too.”

He looks up then, his eyes hooded. Kissing me, he steps back and away from my body.

Keeping our eyes connected, he searches for the soap, finds it and squirts it on his palm. He lathers it up, breathing wildly. But unlike me, he doesn’t wash my entire body.

No, he goes for my butt.

“Thrust out your ass,” he commands.

Looking away from his intense eyes, I do it. I’m staring at the tiled wall when I feel his soapy fingers on my crease.

I gasp when he goes to my tight, clenched-up hole and circles it with his fingers. I feel him pulling the cheeks apart to get better access to it and I barely suppress my groan. My nails are clawing on the wall when he asks me to relax.

Still working on my hole, he presses his chest to my back and sucks on my earlobe. I moan, dropping my head back and resting it against him.

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