MM • I Hate You • 18+
"You're a naughty boy. Only good boys are allowed to come"
"I am a good boy"
"You're not until you make me come"
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Juan Cruz, 21 years old, big mouth and a power bottom works in a trendy night club in Chicago. He wants to ge...
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Juan is sleeping peacefully and I watch him. Slowly I stroke through his wet hair. He fell asleep right after the shower. My baby. He is so exhausted. I grin. After what happened, not surprising.
He is so beautiful. His skin is clean and smooth. His lips are full and soft. His eyes are pure and beautiful. He smells so good. He smells like mine. He smells like everything I need. He is mine. Mine alone. No one will ever have him like I do.
Some time later he rolls and turns restlessly in bed, mumbling something.
"Juan", I breathe softly
Gently I stroke his cheek. It's wet! He cries in his sleep . . .
"Juan, wake up", I whisper, "Please, baby"
"No . . . please stop", he mumbles fearfully
I shake his arm and anxiously he startles up. With wide eyes he stares at me.
"Juan, ¿Qué está pasando?" ("What's wrong?")
"I'm fine", he says out of breathe
"No, no te va bien. ¿Qué tienes? ¿Con qué soñaste?" ("No, you're not fine. What's wrong? What were you dreaming?)
"I was dreaming about my father. He- he was hitting me. I was so scared", he trembles
"I'm so sorry. Everything is fine, you are safe now. You will always be safe with me"
He breathes heavily, then nods and I pull him into my arms. Tightly I hug him to calm him down.
"You are safe. From everything and everyone. Trust me"
"I trust you"
Gently, I kiss his forehead.
"Go back to sleep", I breathe
"I'm afraid to sleep", he buries his face into my chest
"It's okay, you don't have to. Shall we make breakfast and watch a movie?", I ask, ruffling through his hair
"Sounds good to me", he smiles and gets to his feet
He "walks" to the kitchen. He can't even walk straight. Maybe I was too rough?
"How much do you like being fucked by me?", I grin
"So much that I feel it every time I walk", he grins back. Nope, I wasn't too rough.
He makes us breakfast and I watch him with a smile on my face. I can't remember a time where I was smiling this much. He's so focused and looks kinda happy. He's so adorable.
"Do you enjoy cooking?"
Confused by the question, he turns around. I look at him questioningly.
