His blue eyes are fixed on mine as he grinds into me, penetrating me deeper with each thrust. He’s smiling at me. Oh, how I love that smile. I close my eyes and imagine the first time I saw that smile. Sitting in a booth in the corner of the shop. My father’s arm around his shoulders, congratulating him. “I’ve missed you, Marco.” I slide my hand behind his neck and pull his mouth against mine. It feels just like our first kiss, only better. We’re older now. Wiser. I work for the department and Marco, he…. What does Marco do for a living? “I love you, Marco. Tell me you love me.” He smiles as he kisses the corner of my mouth, but he doesn’t say anything. I rake my fingers over his back and he doesn’t make a sound. Not a hiss of air through his teeth or a soft moan. Nothing. “Marco, please.” His cock is so thick, stretching me as he lifts my leg and pierces me slowly.
