04-23-2021, 11:57 PM
"A husband...if only..."
Donovan had always fallen for the for the wrong kind of men. The kind that got him into trouble-Enjoyable at first but it alway ended badly. Not that Donovan was innocent in it all. Growing up in the family he had made the line of morality...a little blurry. Skirting the law wasn't the issue, it wasn't even much of a thought. It was the loss of reason and control. For Donovan, a pretty face, a nice ass, and the promise of a good time was all it took to take him to some very dark and dangerous places. In so many ways Marco was the worst of them all because Marco was off-limits.
He rubbed his stomach, thinking about Marco's delicious smirk, and for a moment forgetting his situation.
A bang and a crash in the distance snapped him out of it as well as Jason's muffled moan. Jesus, this was bad... Pain wasn't the only thing that ached in his stomach. There was guilt too.
"Jason, I think all this...this might be my faul-AHHHH!!
He clamped his hand over his mouth but it was too late to muffle the scream. He arched his back as far as he could in the tiny box. This pressure was different and as he panted through he felt a rush of fluid drench his boxers and pool beneath him.
Donovan had always fallen for the for the wrong kind of men. The kind that got him into trouble-Enjoyable at first but it alway ended badly. Not that Donovan was innocent in it all. Growing up in the family he had made the line of morality...a little blurry. Skirting the law wasn't the issue, it wasn't even much of a thought. It was the loss of reason and control. For Donovan, a pretty face, a nice ass, and the promise of a good time was all it took to take him to some very dark and dangerous places. In so many ways Marco was the worst of them all because Marco was off-limits.
He rubbed his stomach, thinking about Marco's delicious smirk, and for a moment forgetting his situation.
A bang and a crash in the distance snapped him out of it as well as Jason's muffled moan. Jesus, this was bad... Pain wasn't the only thing that ached in his stomach. There was guilt too.
"Jason, I think all this...this might be my faul-AHHHH!!
He clamped his hand over his mouth but it was too late to muffle the scream. He arched his back as far as he could in the tiny box. This pressure was different and as he panted through he felt a rush of fluid drench his boxers and pool beneath him.