As I approach the large figure, I notice it’s Daylen sleeping on his back. What in the fuck is he doing here? Oh god, I hope I didn’t fuck him. No, I would never, and neither would he. He hates me as much as I hate him. There must be some other explanation.
I notice his ugly sweater and cheap, out-of-style jeans on the floor. If that motherfucker is naked on my sofa, I will burn it with him strapped to it.
Walking closer to him, I inwardly laugh as I take in my small throw blanket over him. It covers exactly two inches of his enormous body. He’s in anI Heart the Jonas BrothersT-shirt and neon pink boxer briefs with his hand shoved down the front holding onto his dick. Why do guys do that in their sleep? Are they jerking off or trying to protect it? I’ve always wondered.
I think I prefer him sleeping. I can inwardly admit he’s a very attractive man, but then he opens his mouth and all the attractiveness vanishes. One of my few memories from last night was him singing a medley offuck yousongs to me. It started with “abcdefu” by Gayle and ended with “Fuck You” by Lily Allen.
I wonder what set him into the bout of insanity. Even on our worst day, I’ve never seen him that pissed off at me. He was like a raging bull, and all the animosity was directed at innocent me.
I may have waved the red flag in front of the bull a bit, but he was asking for it.
I don’t want to touch him. He’s probably disease riddled. Grabbing a pillow, I gently hit his chest. The giant doesn’t budge.
I do it again a little harder. Nothing.
I then smack him as hard as I can. Again, nothing. Maybe he’s dead.
This time, I wind up and whack him right in the face. He smiles and moans, “Do it again, baby. That makes me so hard.”
Now he’s fully stroking himself. Fucking freak.
I reach over and grab his nipple through his shirt before twisting it hard.
“Umm, hmm. Just like that, baby.”
Is this guy for real? Is he fucking with me right now?
I lean over and wave my hand in front of his face to see if he flinches, but before I know what’s happening, he grabs mearound the waist, throws me onto the sofa, turns us so I’m under him, and then pushes his large, hard erection between my legs.
Did I mention that I’m not wearing panties? And his dick is now well above his boxer briefs.Severalinches.
I let out a shriek, which is immediately muffled by his lips taking mine. He’s heavy. I’ve never had a man this big on top of me. I’m rendered completely immobile except for my one arm hanging off the sofa.
I’d like to say I stop him right away, but I haven’t gotten laid in two whole weeks, so I let it go on for a solid ten seconds before I reach for the remote control, lift it high in the air, and then bring it down hard, shoving it right into his ass.
He lets out a loud yelp before his eyes pop open, and he breaks the kiss. When he sees me, he practically levitates off me in a way I would never have thought a man his size capable of. He stumbles backward until he trips ten feet away from me, landing on my floor with a loud thud that likely wakes everyone in the building.
I let out a laugh. “Ha. Holy shit, that reaction was amazing.”
He reaches around and rubs his ass. “What was that?”
“My remote control. You were groping me without invitation. Don’t mess with a bull if you can’t handle the horns…up your ass.” I giggle as I sit up while making sure my lady bits are all covered by my small robe.
I nod my head toward him. “You want to put the stallion back in the corral, killer? It’s grossing me out.”
He looks down at his dick, which is actually kind of impressive, sticking way up and over his boxer briefs. His eyes widen while he quickly tucks it back into the confines of his ridiculous boxer briefs that I’m now noticing also have an image of a hot dog covering the crotch.
He runs his fingers through his messy hair. “What the fuck happened?”
“Umm, why don’t you tell me? Why are you here? In my home.” I look down at his briefs. “And why are you still hard?”
“Why are you looking?” he snaps back before exhaling a long breath. “I’m here because you were a mess, and your friends weren’t much better. You puked more than I weigh. I was afraid you’d choke to death or wet the bed, so I stuck around and kept checking on you throughout the night. You’re welcome, wench.”
“I used to get in trouble for wetting the bed as a child. Now I get called a good girl.”
He barks out a laugh. “You’re truly one of a kind.”
I cross my arms. “Did you cockblock me? I remember dancing with a hottie, and we were talking about getting out of there. Why isn’t he here instead of you?”
