Chapter 7I stopped, frozen to the spot, unable to move, to think, to blink. “What took me so long?” I managed. My mind was racing so fast that it could’ve won the Indy500.
He nodded and sat up, hand on his d**k now, stroking as he watched me. And then he bounded up and off, and, almost in an instant, was standing directly in front of me, eyes on mine, laser intense, breath hot on my neck.
I gulped and took him in. He was my height, etched to perfection in muscle, a brown down covering him, exceedingly trimmed, all neat and tidy. And a d**k to die for, thick and long and veined, the head as big as a ripe plum, dripping as he stood there, jacking away. “Yes,” he whispered in my ear. “What took you so long?”
Before I could answer, he grabbed for my shorts and yanked them down, steely prick
