Don't toy with me: sexiest man of the year

IRONIC

A glorious sight of her full breasts jumping and the rosy shade of her erect nipples excited him. He smirked devilishly. “Not looking bad, how many men have sucked on those slutty tits of yours, huh?” However, Angela caught him off guard by jumping to her feet, off the bed and away from his hands. She grabbed her ripped dress and covered herself.

"Don't you dare touch me in that manner."

She snapped with a tight frown. Antonio blinked at the outburst as he sat there on the bed, lying on his side languidly, then a triumphant smile spread across his face. “Ha-ha-ha!”

He stood up in an instant and was quickly in front of her, invading her space. Angela's heart was pounding too hard as she backed away until her back hit the door. She turned and tried to open it, but it was locked.

Great! Now I am locked in here with this monster, she thought. Antonio walked the rest of the way to her, looking up and down her body, his eyes locking on her breasts. The torn dress revealed her lush, heavy breasts being squished together by her arms as she tried to cover herself from his gaze. They were bouncing from her shaking body and heaving up and down because she was breathing so hard. Her freckled face and big brown eyes with tears in them were something he considered too cute to ignore. In fact, no woman had this effect on him before, not to mention a brunette.

His erection grew so hard that it ached painfully. He didn’t think he could hold himself back much longer. He walked to her before Angela could run to the other side, pulling her forcefully and pressing himself against her soft body.

"Get your hands off me!"

Angela cried.

Ignoring her, Antonio reached his hand behind her and released the hairpin holding her hair in place.

"Get off me!" Angela cried again as he held a fistful of her silky brown hair in his hand, brought it to his face, and inhaled her scent. “Quit the pretense, women like you will kill to have me touch them.” “You're wrong! You disgust me, you monster! Women like me would rather die than have you touch them.” “Very well, let's find out.” He grabbed the fabric she was desperately trying to hold onto and ripped the dress from her body, throwing it to the floor and leaving her exposed to his hands and eyes. He carried her back to the bed; Angela had become weak, too weak to fight anymore, all her energy drained from struggling. Now that she wasn’t resisting, he took the opportunity to look at her very naked body. Her hair hung around her face and along her neck in dark brown waves, her chest heaved as her breasts moved up and down, they were so beautiful. She had full, perky breasts with soft, swollen pink nipples that looked like pink lily pads floating in a lake of cream. Her ribcage was small and fragile, her sides tucked in before her hips widened into an amazingly sexy curve that he was sure, if he turned her around, would reveal a round, shapely ass. She was very petite compared to him in height, but her legs were long enough to complement her womanly curves; he just wanted to touch them. He brought his gaze back up to her face; her cheeks were still quite flushed and stained with tears, her lips swollen from his possessive kisses. “Beautiful,” Antonio heard himself say, simultaneously reminding himself that he had never actually appreciated a woman’s beauty before. He fell silent as his gaze crawled over every inch of her, missing nothing. He stared at her for an endless moment, as if he had never seen a naked woman before, and the fact that he had seen more naked women than the average man made it weird to him. What could be the problem? Angela had forgotten how to breathe altogether; she was helpless and nothing could make her escape this predator. She thought of a way to stop him, an idea about killing his ego. A person like Antonio would definitely lose interest in making love to her if she could hurt his ego. “This is it?” She tried to keep her voice as steady and bold as possible. Antonio regarded her quizzically. “Look, I have seen a lot of dicks and believe me, all I can see is a kid right in front of me, not even a teenager, I probably won’t feel anything at all, a pinky is better.” For a minute, Antonio’s jaw dropped in awe; he looked down at himself as if to check himself out. 12 inches is too small for her? That had to be the most ironic thing he had ever heard. He was blessed with a magnificent organ, tall and huge, sometimes too big for the average sizes he had been with, but even at that, those words hurt him to the bone. “Why not wait until I stuff it down your throat so you can tell me about it, huh?” he growled roughly like a wounded lion.