He Is Mine
he begged.
The only thing I could think about as he begged me was messy; his plump lips wrapped around my cock. I shook my head, trying to dispell the mental image from my head, but it was already too late, his scent had filled my veins and I couldn't get out all the sexual images of him out of my head.
“Here's your book,” I presented it to him, using it as an excuse to quell my arousal but as his hands wrapped around the edges of the book, I grabbed his hands and slammed against the wall above his head.
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