Page 108 of Koroleva

I want to be your master.

I want to make your heart beat.

Run like roller coasters.

I got an erection and resisted the urge to reach for the radio to turn off the melody and prove him right."

I want to be a good boy.

I want to be a gangster.

Because you can be the beauty.

And I can be the monster.

He moved his tanned hand from the gear shift and placed it boldly on my thigh. I grabbed it and pulled it away with disgust. That didn't mean my erection protested any less. Aleksa chuckled softly, taking a breath to continue with the lyrics.

I've loved you since this morning,

Not just for aesthetics.

I want to touch your body,

So damn electric.

As expected, he ignored my rejection, and this time he went straight for my groin to boldly grope me.

I know you're scared of me.

You said I'm too eccentric.

I'm crying all my tears.

And that's fucking pathetic.

I was as hard as a damn rock under his palm. I raised my left hand and placed it on his with the intention of pushing him away again, but then he began to stroke me over the thin fabric of my pants. I swallowed the growl that was coiling in my throat. I had relieved that bastard's tension, but mine was still there, roaring beneath the skin of his hand.

I want to make you hungry.

Then I want to feed you.

I want to paint your face

like you're my Mona Lisa.

I clenched my teeth and pressed down on his fingers to stop the movement; if he continued, I was going to come.

"Stop," I muttered. But he kept going."

I want to be a champion.

I want to be a loser.

I'll even be a clown.

Because I just want to make you laugh.

"Aleksa..." I complained, feeling the blood rush to my groin. He licked his lips and continued singing provocatively.

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