He is a good boy just He loves s*x💥

Part 4

Being hot? Soft wetness?Strange feeling?Very complicated stupidity?

What the fu.ck? What exactly happened now?!

_He slowly stole his sweet and warm lips and then gave short kisses from Vegas's lips and then...

with a turn he went down from the table.

Pete gave a bow to his body and as if nothing had happened then sat relaxed on his seat!

+His big eyes were bulging and his lips were half open. As if he was about to say something, with a strange crookedness.

Vegas was shocked. He was looking in front of him, but he was so frozen that couldn't see anything.

_He said with a very good language level and his perfect accent: "Boss...good?"

He wanted to say: "Boss,are you ok?"

_Vegas, who was worse than him in English and was already confused, moved his head a little with shock and came to himself.

He could still feel the heat of those small lips and even the strange taste of his lips that made Vegas feel dumb.

Vegas got up from his seat so quickly and suddenly that the chair made a loud noise and fell down hard,

_and Pete with all the claims of being fearless got up from his seat and stood and even went back a little and stared at Vegas's nervous face with awe.

+He grabbed his collar and pulled him back tightly towards him and growled angrily: "Third time ...You are r.aping me for the third time. Why did you kiss me?
You dirty pervert... with those lips..."

and he looked at Pete's lips. His small and pink lips. To his narrow upper lip and delicate lower lip.

He was looking for an ugly adjective to describe his lips.

But when he looked at Pete's lips, instead of finding a derogatory adjective in the description of his lips, he looked at Pete's lips again and was even shocked by the small shape of his lips!

When he came to himself, he let go of his collar and moaned: "What do you want from my life?"

Vegas was confused. He couldn't believe that allowed a boy of his same se.x who was small in height, to kiss him so easily,
And Vegas can't do anything with this grandeur! What should he have done to make this boy stop?

Moaning and moaning from boredom: "What do you want from my life? Will I give you money? How much money should I give you?"

_He said with a stupid, carefree and somewhat sweet simplicity: "I am the last son of a multibillionaire. I have a lot of money,"

and he spread his small lips as far as possible and gave a strange and toothless smile!

+Vegas frowned and looked at him. His clothes were all brands. Why didn't he pay attention until now?!

He said with shock:" Really?!"

_:Humm.

+:"Oh God..."

He moaned this words and sighed .As if he lost his last solution to get rid of Pete, And he thought confusedly.

Vegas thought that should have done something. Little by little, he was afraid of this cute aggressor.

Perhaps the best way was the good word. He must have fooled him!

He said quietly: "Pete..."

_His heart dropped. His damn heart fell. F.uck . What a way to call him? How calm and manly. Damn, damn.