“Please. All you have to do is get on your knees and I’ll do the rest. You like d**k inside you, right? You’re what fags call a bottom. Right? I’m using the proper verbiage. Correct?”
My stomach turns and my head throbs. Fear of getting caught by his wife reaches my heart. I toss the hand towel in his face, quickly reach down for my shirt, and snag it off the floor. I blurt, “This isn’t going to happen, Taron. Not today. Not ever. Massy is one of my dearest friends. We’re coworkers. We respect each other. Although you’re crazy-hot, I can’t let you f**k me. I won’t.”
“Come on,” he begs, tilts his head to the right, looking like a desperate college freshman who needs laid. “You probably like it when a man comes inside you. Don’t you? You like to wear come, huh?”
He’s disgusting and raw. A
