Joey...
A whisper he can't push out of his memory. That voice whispering lewd and hot in his ear. Volumes of desire, want and need mixed together.
A hard kiss that cuts his lip. Rough hands in his hair. Burning heat inside him.Touches and kisses that he can't wash away. Rough and hard. Breaking him down until he can only beg and plead for
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~raven
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I wasn't sure how it would all turn out. I am rather shocked that it did turn out as it did.
Thank you once again for the compliment, sugar. :)
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My wife told me to quit writing angsty JoeC. I tried telling her this was not really angsty. It was just...different. So, I am probably going to write a sequel for her.
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