Page 56 of The Fed Sex Man

Jo

“The Fed Sexdelivery man is here,” Jenny exclaimed. “Ho-Lee-Shit, look at this. He’s freaking nuts!”

Immersed in a book order, I looked up. Tyson’s FedEx truck was cutting across four lanes of traffic in the middle of the busy street. After screeching to a stop directly in front of the store, he leaped out of the truck’s open passenger door.

Upon seeing him, I stood and turned toward the door. Wearing a straight-faced expression, he rushed past Jenny, offering her nothing more than a wave of his right arm. Before I cleared the edge of the desk, he was standing in front of me.

Without so much as a greeting, he gripped my biceps and leaned into me. As his face came to rest against my neck he drew a slow breath.

Goosebumps rose along my upper arms. I pressed my jaw against his cheek. “What are you doing?”

He pulled away and looked me over. “It’s a good thing you’re wearing a dress.”

I was lost. The look of confusion plastered across my face was proof. “Huh?”

“Grab my cock,” he said flatly.

My face flushed. “Tyson!” I whispered. “Not here.”

“Grab it,” he demanded. “Squeeze it.”

“Jenny’s right behind you,” I said in protest.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He gestured toward my hand with his eyes. “Grab it.”

“Are you serious?”

“I need you to do this for me,” he pleaded.

His back was facing the door. For the time being, no one could see his front side but me. I glanced toward the entrance. Unaware of her surroundings, Jenny was busy practicing the steps to a line dance.

I pressed my palm against his crotch and gripped his girth in my hand. Instantaneously, it began to grow. Within seconds, his FedEx shorts were stretched to their limits.

I raised my brows. “Now what?”

“Tell what’s-her-name to watch the store.”

“Why?”

“I wanna fuck.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

My eyes darted around the store. “Where would we go?”

“I don’t care.” He coughed out a laugh. “I’ll bend your sexy ass over that fucking desk and shove you full of dick right here.”

My entire body began to tingle at the mention of it. After a few seconds of erotic thoughts, I came to my senses.

“Right here in front of her?” I argued. “What if someone comes in? That’s crazy.”

“You got me hard, now it’s your responsibility to take care of it,” he said as if it were a known fact.

“Says who?”

He glanced at his cock. “That’s the rule.”