I'm rating this story R
Read at your own risk. There will be a lot of.......stuff.....happening.
This is NOT a fan-fiction of any sort. These are my own ideas not anyone elses.
I was going to write this story under just Daniel's point of view, but my mind betrayed me.
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Here's a teaser.
Daniel Styles POV
I woke up and looked beside me. There he was in all his glory. A guy that needed to fuck he'd pay for it.
"Hey," he stirred. I began to get up but was pulled back down. I smiled at him playfully. "More?" He was begging.
"Okay," at that I was thrown back down onto my bed and he was hovering over me.
"Roll over," he growled playfully. I rolled over and braced myself.
He thrust into me, immediately hitting the sweet spot. I moaned. He pumped into faster and harder as if it was the last time he'd fuck a guy. I just layed there, moaning loudly. He began to tighten inside me and then released. He pulled out and rolled me back over. God he was strong. Bring his head down he began to suck on my tip. My hips bucked, causing him to gag as I hit him in the back of the throat. He sucked harder and faster until I released intohis mouth. He swallowed and brought himslef up to my face.
"Done?" I asked. Smiling, he got out from under the thin sheet and walked over to his pile of clothes. He grabbed his wallet.
"How much?" he asked and I sat up from my leaning position and thought.
"Well, since you fell asleep, I guess $1,000 will do." I normally charge $250 an hour but this guy is a favourite.
"Thanks for the fun last night." he put his clothes on and handed me the money. He leaned in for a kiss but I pushed him away. "Why don't you let anyone kiss you?"
I stared at him. "Because to me kissing is a sign of affection; love. I get payed to fuck around with people, not toy with emotions. A kiss means love and I don't love customers. No matter what." He gives me a compassionate look and walks out of the room. I swear that guy never quits.
I uncovered myself and put some clothes on that were lying on the floor. God, I'm hungry.
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Torn and Ruined
Teen FictionDaniel was just a boy. He didn't choose his past, but he will choose his future.