Page 74 of Obeying Mr Kingsley

I drop my pants and adjust my cock.

There is some softening that needs to happen before people start focusing on the fit of these pants.

Think about baseball.

I hear the other guys pile out, and the staff offering different sizes and fits.

Go down, for fuck's sake.

I push on my cock, but the damn vision of her dripping wet pussy is too fresh.That single moment where she lifted her eyes, as if she could read my mind.I can almost taste her.

Knowing how she kisses, and knowing how she feels wrapped around my shaft, I can’t simply brush this off.

I’m hard as a rock.

Christ, do I need to jerk off?

“Mason?”Lexi calls out.“Do you need another size?”

I clear my throat.“Nope.This one looks good.”

I pull them on, and they’re tight.Like really damn tight.A size too small, and it’s bad.

Really bad.

Shit.

“Come out so we can see.”

Shiiiiit.

“I’ll just take this one.”I stare at my hard dick outlined against the dark blue fabric, like I’m some porn star.

Or creep.

Or a man sickeningly aroused by a woman he fucked in three inappropriate, erotic spots in his office and now can’t touch.

A woman he should never have touched.

Someone he needs to be playing nice with so things at his best friend’s wedding go smoothly

And the samesomeonehe believes could be untrustworthy and an opportunist.Which sounds nicer than gold digger.

Who he has no right lusting after or wanting at all.In any way.

“We need to see.To make sure the look is consistent for the wedding party,” Lexi replies.“Step out here.”

Fuck no.

I push down on my cock.What is wrong with me?

I can’t go outside this changing room, but the moment I consider asking her to come inside the changing room instead, my dick gets more excited.

And bigger.

Thanks to my goddamn dream.

“Aren’t they all the same?”I curse under my breath.