"Okay Mr. Big Shot Criminal, take off your pants" I press the gun into his chest as he kneels in front of me and I almost purr with satisfaction as he runs his pink tongue over those beautiful, plump lips
"Straight in to it, hu?" He smirks
"Straight into those" I say dropping the gun from his chest to his waistband "Got to make sure what ever's hiding in there is worth the time and effort of a A-lister like me"
He shakes his head and then tilts his head and looks up at me from under his thick, black lashes "Oh it's worth it, don't you worry about that. Do you know how tall I am?"
Odd question for a moment like this but i'll bite
"5 foot 9" I say with a smirk, knowing he's a lot taller than that but also knowing underestimating his 'size' will piss him off and to be honest i'm starting to realise how hot an angry Shawn is
"Piss off!" he spits "I'm way taller than that and you know it, you're just jealous because you're as tiny as an ant, I'm 6'2 which means on average what's in my pants should be about 8 inches..." My mouth begins to drool at the thought "But you should know. there isn't anything average about me" he winks and i'm about ready to tear them off with my teeth but then I remember who has the gun and who has control and if there's one thing I love it's control
"Well at this point you're all talk so..."
"You asked for it" he dips his fingers into the side of his boxers and looks me dead in the eye as he begins to lower them. the fabric moves over his hips and then further south revealing a garden that he definitely tends to and then slowly and purposefully he pulls them to his thighs allowing all of him to spring free
Holy Mary mother of God, his ego might be inflated about a lot of things but when it comes to the wonder that lies beneath his pants 'understated' is how I would describe him
"Drooling is the usual reaction, so do i pass your A-Lister inspection?" he says cockily and I lift the gun to his chin
"You pass. Pants up and kiss me"
"I cant fuck you with my pants up"
"I decide when and how you fuck me, not you, got it?" I try to look aggressive as i push the weapon hard under his throat and his lips turn up at one side
"Whatever you say" he rolls the fabric back up over his hips, putting his best asset behind fabric once more "You're the boss"
"And don't you forget it"
I lift my head as his descends and our mouths crash in a toe curling kiss, his hands going straight for my ass as I wrap one hand around his neck and the other holding the gun presses to his chest
As the kiss becomes more frantic, more all consuming I tuck the gun into the side of my thong and then crawl forward, pressing Shawn by the shoulders, silently communicating with him to lie down and it turns out he's fluent in my language because he suddenly drops backwards, his hands tight around my hips pulling me down on top of him.
Resting my knees either side of his hips I drop my mouth back to his and the way my breasts move against his chest causes blood to flood my centre and every intimate part of me to spark into life.
I kiss him in desperation, desperate to have his hands on more than my hips, to have his mouth on more than my lips to have his dick free of the fabric and pleasing me the way I know he's going to
"Take them off" I growl as I take the gun and drop it to the floor before pulling my thong from my body, watching in hot anticipation as once more he shimmies the material down over his hips and then his thighs, his dick standing tall and proud and straining desperately to get at me.
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