The power dynamic switched in a blink of an eye. Although Dean still had her pinned to the wall, Vivian was now fully aware of his arousal. Her gaze, previously fixated on the bulge in his pants, trailed upwards to meet his. His dark brown eyes bored into hers. He was obviously conflicted. Vivian, however, was not. The combination of his anger and arousal excited her, eliciting a reaction from her body. The heat between her legs was becoming unbearable. With her free hand, Vivian began to undo her belt buckle and push down her riding pants. Her white thong, which was wet with her juices, clung to her skin, outlining the shape of her pussy.
Dean couldn’t help but look as she displayed her body for him. Vivian’s tiny waist contrasted with her feminine hips, creating a slender hourglass silhouette. He imagined pulling her wet panties to the side, exposing her swollen pussy. He tried to push that thought, which made his cock twitch with arousal, out of his head.
“This can’t happen” he choked out, releasing her arm from his firm grip and distancing himself. Dean averted his eyes, trying to hold onto his last ounce of self control. “Put your clothes back on.”