f**k him.
Fuck Elio Jayson Motherfuckin' Pavlov for wrecking my pre-planned schedule of finishing at least two works last night. Granted, I didn't exactly not enjoy last night, that's as much as I'll ever admit. God, that tongue of his.
Add that to the ever growing list of fulfilled expectations of the football prodigy.
My cunt was tingling just remembering how he pushed me back against the wall, claiming me as his. He was rough, but not the rough kind that I didn't like. It was different with Elio. He can hog tie me rendering me incapacitated and I'd still feel safe with him.
The thought of being tied up letting Elio do anything he pleased with my body sends a chill down my spine into my core.
Shit, now all I could think of was Elio placing his lips back on my neck. Great.
I abruptl
