“So you do like guys in suits?” I said with a grin.“I suppose I like treating one like a whore.” He peered into my eyes, and my smirk vanished, replaced by a famished stare.“Please, Zane, just fucking destroy me already!”His eyes locked with mine, and my smirk faltered, replaced by raw need.“Say it again, whore.”“Please… Zane, fuck me already!”Zane pinned my wrists above my head, grinding his hard cock against my still-clothed crotch, the friction sending shocks through me.“Fuck! Gay porn Stop me now, whore, because once I start, I will fucking destroy you.”My mouth opened to get more air in, a couple of deep, heavy breaths. I flushed. “So, you’re the neat organizing type?”“Not particularly, but with some things, I’m strict.”“Like?”“Like things that could kill you if not used correctly.”I tilted my head, watching him. Why the hell does that get me so worked up? But Ross and Kyle? His other hand tightened in my curls, tugging me closer.“Suck my cock, whore. Probably. Then he looked deeply at me, scanning my face intently before gripping my jaw tightly and forcing it open.“Do you want me to kiss you now or spit in that mouth?”I arched my back under him as a jolt ran through me.
