Gritting his teeth, Lazarus hissed, “Yes.”
Lord grunted with a slight laugh, then released his cock, sliding his slick fingers from his ass. “Ready?”
Lazarus responded with a nod and a groan. Lord squirted lube into his palm and greased his huge dick. Lazarus gripped the bed and readied himself. No matter how often he took Lord’s monstrous cock, his body still had to readjust as if it were the first time. And that’s what made it so fuckinggood.
With each thick inch forced into his ass, a little more air pushed out of his lungs until he was empty of oxygen, trying to remember how to breathe while Lord split him open. The giant staff raked across his prostate, and Lazarus managed a tight gasp as his own dick swelled thick and long, stretching the skin so tight he thought it might tear.
Three hard, sharp thrusts, angled just right, and Lazarus shot a load of cum onto the sheets. Lord didn’t retreat. His large hands squeezed his boss’s slick waist as he kept ramming his monster cock into his ass,beatingLazarus’s prostate and getting him hard again in record time.
Lord puffed and grunted, his size igniting aburninginside Lazarus’s stretched hole that made his eyes water—and his cock spit cum again. He gasped stiffly, his dick jumping between his slick thighs with each squirt of cum. Lord’s fingers dug harder into Lazarus’s sweaty flesh, and his hips smacked his boss’s ass, clapping loudly against his wet cheeks, his huge muscle pistoning faster and more efficiently.
Fuuuck!Lazarus squeezed his eyes shut, his muscles locking. He spread his hands wider on the bed, steadying himself so he wouldn’t face-plant into the pillows from the force of Lord’sthrusts. The man didn’t just have a monster cock—hefuckedlike a monster.
Lord’s quick, choppy breathing and his short, rapid “rabbit-punch” thrusts told Lazarus he was about to unload. Lazarus wanted to cum again, but didn’t need to jerk himself off—Lord wasmasturbatinghim from the inside out as his pounding cock assaulted Lazarus’sgland.
His erect cock swinging between his legs, spattering his inner thighs with precum, Lazarus drew a labored breath through his constricted throat as his orgasm coiled in his balls, then surged up his shaft.
“Uuuhhhh…”he grunted, and Lord’s next series of punch-thrustsreleasedLazarus, and cum shot out of him, his bobbing dick splattering ropes of his creamy deposits all over his thighs and the sheets.
A guttural sound wrenched from Lord, and he shoved himself balls-deep into his boss’s ass and let go. A load of cum filled his cave, overflowed, and dribbled back out of his hole. Lord grunted and slammed in again and again, fucking through the intense orgasm, his cock slipping more easily through the added lube of his own cum.
Lazarus shuddered as the man’s seed slicked his ass crack and soaked his balls. When Lord went still and pulled out, dribbles of cum spilled from his cockhead, dripping onto Lazarus’s sweaty cheeks.
“GoodLord,” Lazarus groaned and collapsed on the bed.
Forty-five minutes later, Cochise knocked on the back door, just off the kitchen, and Clint let him in. The large Egyptian glanced at Axel, who still sat at the table, nursing a second cup of coffee that had begun to cool. His gray eyes showed concern for the young man, but the Egyptian rarely voiced emotion.
Before leaving the house, Clint urged Axel to get some more sleep before their baby daughter woke up and demanded his full attention. He held Axel’s face and kissed him. When he started to pull back, Axel deepened the kiss and hugged him.
“Please be careful,” he whispered into Clint’s shoulder, his voice trembling with emotion. His arms tightened, and he pressed his face against the cowboy’s neck, his breathing unsteady. “Come home soon.”
Come home soon.Code for: Come homealive.Since yesterday, Axel felt death's presence closer than ever, and it scared him. Clint felt it, too, and couldn’t deny it caused a chill in his bones, too.
Clint promised to return home soon, then left the house with the Egyptian.
“He doesn’t look so well,” Cochise finally said about Axel’s condition once they were in the car and headed out of the suburbs toward the city.
“He isn’t.” Clint squeezed the steering wheel. “Yesterday was a bad day.” His voice stretched taut. “He saw that boy get hit. He was right there on the ground next to him, next to the mother… with the kid’s blood on him.” Clint shook his head, staring ahead. “He’s not okay.”
Cochise looked at him. “Are you?” The genuine concern in the question affected Clint more than he had expected.
“No.”
“You know it was Lazarus’s men?”
“That’s what the drug dealers said. They didn’t appear to be lying.”
“And you think Lazarus ordered the hit? This gangland shit seems beneath him.”
Clint shrugged. “Lazarus doesn’t strike me as a man ofintegrity.”
“Maybe.”
“You disagree?”
“Didn’t say that.”
“So you agree?”
