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He hated the man that drove him crazy and would stop at nothing to get him away from his sister. But yet, he found himself falling deeper under his spell, intoxicated by the forbidden affection he knew better than to covet. He had stolen the heart of the man his sister loved, and what was worse, he did not regret it

When The Gangster Falls In Love

That night, Ferrai didn't fuck me.

Something that I never thought would serve as a disappointment. I hadn't started to realize when I had started wanting to go further than just jerk off.

Which we did plenty of times last night.

A buttery scent drew me out of my sleep, welcoming me into the next morning feeling sore in my muscles and thighs.

"Shit." I cursed, touching the side of my mouth, "I hope it didn't tear." My thoughts spiralled to last night, to the number of times I had my mouth on his cock.

Blood rushed up to my face when I remembered the sight of Ferrai giving me head. It wasn't my first blowjob, but something about having him do it, made me feel all sorts of ways.

My early morning perverted recap was cut short by the sudden entrance of Ferrai into the room, holding a plate of freshly made toast and a cup of coffee.

The Phobia Of Alessander's Size