Page 126 of Massimo

“No. Get out. NOW.”

“Why don’t YOU fuck OFF.”

And that’s when he scared the shit out of me.

He jumped up out of bed and ripped the sheets off of me.

“I said GET OUT!”

But he’d made a mistake.

In the moonlight from the window, I could see everything.

He had a hard-on –

And God what a hard-on it was.

It was still contained within his black underwear, but it was jutting off to the side – and it was so big and long that it was pulling the waistband of his boxers away from his body.

“Holy shit,” I exclaimed – then laughed. “So THAT’S what this is all about.”

“What WHAT’S all about?!”

I snorted. “You’re turned on and hard as a rock – and you’re too much of a pussy to do anything about it.”

Wrong thing to say.

That set him off big-time.

He scowled like he was going to murder me –

Then grabbed my right ankle and effortlessly yanked me to the edge of the bed.

He moved me so fast that I felt the friction burn of the sheets against my skin.

Not gonna lie, being manhandled like that made me feel warmth somewhere else, too –

But I was pissed off and a little afraid, so I lashed out instead.

I kicked out my left leg and screamed, “I HATE YOU!”

Unluckily for me, my foot connected with his stomach.

I would have said ‘unluckily for him,’ but he probably barely felt it. It was like kicking a slightly softer version of a brick wall.

It was very unlucky for me, though, because it enraged him further.

He jerked my right ankle over the left and flipped me onto my stomach.

I scrambled to get away from him –

But my ass was sticking up in the air –

And he smacked it.

This wasn’t him spanking me when I was over his shoulder at the university, telling me to shut up.

This was him slapping my ass –

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