"I'm sorry." I say softly. I know I shouldn't play with him like that but it's obviously that he has an issues with non-conformity.
"You really know how to pissed me off to the wrong way,"he mutters.
"Now we should do things my way from now on."He say.
"But oh, didn't we always do things your way." I sulk on a pout.
"Yeah. Correct. So you should get use to it."He mutters.
"Hmm." I hum as I can't bears his non comformity anymore.
Now he stands before me, pulling his tshirt up over his head,before making quick work of his long pairs and boxers. I lay patiently, more than happy to watch him undress. This man is a King. I drag my eyes down the full loveliness of him, briefly faltering on his great waist abdomen and settling on his thick, pulsing erection.
"Honey. It's rude to stare a man like that." he says softly.
My eyes jump to his, uncertain as to whether he's referring to me looking at his waist or his beautiful manhood.
