Chapter 35: Kiss Marks
The car tire screeches on the road, leaving black marks on it.
The Limousine he drove stops in front of Elliot’s little apartment.
The billionaire gazed upon the poor boy who’s staring at him.
“A very naughty intern,” he grinned.
Elliot pursed his lips and sucked the bottom portion of it.
Tomás ran his hands onto Elliot’s lap. He leaned closer at him with closed eyes and sniffed Elliot’s neck.
“Even your smell makes me hard, Elliot,” the billionaire grabbed Elliot’s hand and placed it on top of his bulging manhood.
The poor boy gasped, shivered shortly after Tomás licked Elliot’s neck.
“Is it big?” he asked.
Elliot nodded. “Ye-Yes, daddy,”
Tomás chuckled. “I can’t wait to show how that pink hole of yours gape open like a damn sewer tunnel aft
