"Please~" I begged of him to keep touching me, every inch of my body lighting up as he pushed into the depths of my body. I was struggling to breathe as if my lungs were his too.
"Good boy~" And when he cooed those words of praise at me. I felt as if I were falling over the edge of my existence, "I'm close," He moaned this huskily into my ear. I was panting. Lost. My air...his. My body...his. I was dripping, on the border of releasing myself as well.
"Please Sir, fill me~" I never had to say anymore. My stomach being warmed as he emptied into me, clinging onto my frame as if I was his support. He collapsed over to the side of me, shaking and worn out, "How about breakfast?" I chuckled, loving the way we start our mornings off.
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Glass Heart Boy
RomanceLove, Sex, Betrayal A compilation of short stories for any bookworm! Divulge in the deepest temptations of lust as you dive into the shadows of life! Perfect for late-night binges with assorted one-shots!
