“What am I supposed to do while I wait for you?” he asked again. I was getting turned on seeing how hard and big he was. I stopped my teeth from biting into my lip before I glared up and found his teasing eyes. He knew what he was doing by placing my hand on his dick.
“You use your fucking hands,” I told him, giving him the answer his arrogant ass wasn’t expecting.
“Okay,” he said before he proceeded to undo his belt and unzip his pants. My quick shove moved his solid body a hair.
“Get your ass out of here, Arjen. I know you’re not about to do it in front of me.”
“Where else am I supposed to do it?” He had the nerve to appear hurt.
I gripped my forehead before squeezing my eyes tightly. This man was giving me a fucking aneurysm, acting brand new. He knew damn well I wasn’t going to stand there and watch him jack off. I pointed a demanding finger at our bathroom, my arm straight and stiff.
There wasn’t shit I could do for him even if I wanted to because Mother Nature had my pussy temporarily out of commission, and he had pissed me off too bad for me to put my mouth on him.
He glanced back on his way to the bathroom. Once he was inside, I could hear his pants drop, but he didn’t shut the door. I shook my head, not knowing how much more of his antics I could take.
He was going to make me shut that damn door, or I would be forced to stand there until he finished himself. Thankfully, I was at his back which allowed my gaze to focus on the pants pooled around his ankles. The tail of his shirt covered most of his firm ass. I ambled to the door and found he was already working himself over, his hand moving in front of him.
It wasn’t until I glanced up at his reflection in the mirror that I noticed his eyes zeroed in on me. When I dropped my gaze, I caught the first view of his dick that made my damn throat go dry. He stroked it from root to tip as his tongue brushed across his lips, and his devious eyes shot raw lust in my direction.
I’m not sure where I found the strength, but I shut the damn door before I gave in to the temptation he was keenly aware he projected. If Mother Nature didn’t have a hurricane and an earthquake wreaking havoc on my damn uterus, who knows how this night would have turned out.
I had insisted Arjen wait, but I was sure it wasn’t going to be a long one, especially not after I had seen what he was packing.
Was there such a thing as a White Chocolate Mandingo?