The Apple

The stocky build towers over me, muscles screaming to be released in the black skin shirt paired with some baggy jea-oh.

Oh.

I've just attempted to undress this man in the middle of a kitchen. His pants are slightly adjusted down a little further from his boxer line revealing a v shape.

I choke back some drool.

Fuck.

Scrambling up as quickly as I could, I grab the man by the hips with the jean hoops and bring it all up as I watch him throw his hands up in surrender.

Bastards enjoying every second of it.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going" Patting him on the firm chest on the pectorals. Feeling his build.

I so need to get laid.

"That's one way to ask for it" He smirks at me.

My mouth drops.

He moves his head a little closer to me, his finger closing my jaw. The strong smell of his cologne hits me like a tornado melting me in his presence.