“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” I ask, trying to play the clueless card, because I know exactly how I’m looking at him. Like he’s easily the sexiest, most delicious man I’ve ever seen, and now that I’ve had the pleasure of regarding him in nothing but a pair of briefs, I won’t be able to think of anything other than his tight, muscular body or his thick, heavy bulge when he’s in the same room as me. In a low, commanding voice, he says, “Like if I gave you the chance, you would drop to your knees and swallow my come.” Oh. My. God. Fucking hand me a fan because things just got
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