He shuts it again. “Why don’t you give me a chance to show you what a good fuck I am? I’m already naked, so all I need to do is get that nightie off you. That shouldn’t be too hard.”
“That’s not going to happen, so you can forget it.” I try to look at MailOrder.com again. “You’re not staying here another minute.”
“That’s not the way to talk to this gorgeous hunk of meat.”
He moves his body so his cock with the pink bow wiggles around, and his grin at me gets even bigger.
I couldn’t look at him anymore. I keep my eyes on the computer screen.
“Oh, I get it now. You’re nervous seeing my huge cock like this, aren’t you??
?
His eyes watch me. I can see that out of the corner of my eye.
“I bet you’ve never seen one this big, have you?”
He’s still wiggling around.
“No,” I say.
“No, what?”
He tries to look at the screen with me.
“No, I’m not nervous.” I scroll down the page on the screen. “And no, I haven’t seen a cock quite as big as yours. You’re fucking proud of it, aren’t you?”
“You can’t even fucking look at me. I make you that nervous.” He moves closer to me. “Yes, I am fucking proud of it. Girls love all twelve inches of my cock. I bet you would, too.”
“Could you give me some room here?” I ask focusing on the screen.
I can’t find MailOrder.com’s return policy on their website.
“There’s no fucking way I’m moving. Not until you tell me why you ordered me in the first place.”
“I can’t do anything with you standing so close to me,” I say.
I still won’t look at him even though I know he’s staring at me. He doesn’t budge from the spot where he stands next to me.
“Fine, have it your way.” I look at him. “Look, I was drunk. I was being horny and slutty and stupid. I thought MailOrder.com was a scam, okay?”
“It’s not a fucking scam. I’m in your apartment, aren’t I?”
He does that godlike pose again.
“Besides, you’re not my type at all,” I say.
I want him to leave. I want him out of my apartment right now.
“So, what is your type?” he asks. He’s not leaving anytime soon.
“Definitely not you,” I say…even though that’s not entirely true.
“But you picked me out of all those other fucking guys on the website. Why would you do that?” he asks.
“I didn’t pick you out.”
“Yes, you fucking did. You can’t deny it. And I won’t let you.”