Four

Daphne's POV

As he walked out of the bathroom naked, my eyes widened at him.

He stood tall while his entire manly features were visible.

His body is a masterpiece of chiselled muscles. He has a broad chest with well defined pectoral.

His nipples were small and tight just below his large chest. His shoulders were wide and strong looking.

He had six abs that were fused upon his belly and looked pleasant to the eyes.

His body was just gorgeous to look at.

Above all things that appeared attractive, his large cock was the most enticing.

My eyes suspended in the area while I gulped.

The region was dark as pubic hairs had crowded there. Nevertheless, the large cock still appeared beautiful.

My eyes kept monitoring it until his cock eventually got erect.

I salivated and couldn't stop looking.

"What are you doing here!" he sparked at me while he quickly grabbed a shirt from the ground to cover himself.

I jerked back to reality and realized I was happily looking at a naked man that happens to be my boss at the time.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry" I apologized and covered my eyes with my hands.

"I came to bring you food---I---" I was totally short of words to say. I messed up big time.

I ran out of the room immediately and shut the door behind me.

I was breathing heavily behind the door.

I placed my hand on my chest to feel my rapid heartbeat.

What had gotten over me? I questioned myself.

Why did I keep standing there and looking at him like that?

Still breathing heavily as though I've seen a ghost, I walked back downstairs to continue with my meal.

I sat down on the chair and pulled the plate closer to me on the table.

As I dug the fork into the meal, I didn't stop thinking of him. His nude.

His shapely and proportionate body structure that was better off without clothes.

His wet hair that fell upon his forehead.

His flat tummy with strong abs.

I giggled and let the fork fell off my hand.

I suddenly began to imagine his groin. It was undeniably big.

My ex-husband didn't have such an adorable masculinity. Drake's dick was just 5 inches. However, looking at Alex's, its an eight. 

That's a lot of manhood he possess.

I wonder if he even uses it?

He seems to be an introvert, dying in the silence.

He was just too impossible to get off my mind. I suddenly felt a crave to have him over me.

It's been a while since I had sex with a strong man. I missed the feeling.

I miss swallowing an erect dick in my lips and have soft cums in my mouth.

The experience always felt magical.

He presence on the dinning table made me puff out the milkshake I had just taken into my mouth.

He had pulled out a chair and even sat before me, before puffed out.

its spread and rested on his face.

He closed his eyes and kept them shut, while his hands were on top the table.

The meal I had served him was before him too.

"Huh!" I stood up immediately and rushedp to go wipe his face.

I kept apologizing before I could get to him. As I reached him, I use my palm to wipe off his face gently.

I was wiping it slow and gently to ensure it was properly clean.

"You have soft hands like her" he suddenly said those words gently.

He then grabbed my hand and held it tight.

I kept staring into his eyes, and he likewise did the same to me.

His deep blue eyes looking into mine.

I was close to him, so I could feel his gentle breath over mine.

His hand was strong, proving that he was truly a mafia as described.

I don't know why, but I began to breathe heavily. 

His eyes suddenly monitored my breasts which were slightly exposed as I had stoop low to wipe his face.

I saw him gulped gently and continued staring into my bust.

I wonder why he did that?

Why is he staring at me lustfully?

What is in his mind?

Couldn't he just let me go?

I made a gentle pull to get off his grip, however he tightened it.

"You---Look" he paused and relented from saying anything further.

"I---What?" I tried to bring the words back to his lips.

I wasn't in a firm posture, so I lean on him to balance my posture and stayed firm.

His strong arms wrapped around me and compelled me to lean further.

He must have gotten a wrong message. I wasn't flirting with him.