"What the fuck?"

"What the fuck?" you exclaim, flopping onto the bed, and almost whelping as you crush your ample breasts - that you were not expecting to cushion your landing.

You roll onto your back, seething, and panicking, in equal measure. As you do, you glare up at him, "You didn't actually did you? D-d-did you?"

A quick glance down at his glistening, throbbing, still-semi-hard erection told its own story. It was smeared with globs of spunk, and your own juices, that gleamed in the light. He grinned down at you from oh-so-high. You were frustrated, but also tempted, by the subtle bounce of his cock, as blood kept pumping into it, and the enticing, strong curves of his defined pecs. Why were you back to thinking about sex at a time like this?

"You taught me too well... rubber is like an intimacy prison... and it was too hot not to try, eh? Admit it, you loved it..." The fluttering that his cocky grin causes in your spunk-ridden crotch frustrates and demeans you.

"YOU WERE ON THE FUCKING PILL! YOU WERE NOT GOING TO BE TRAPPED IN THIS SLUTTISH BODY!"

You scream at him, jumping off the bed. Unembarrassed - but aroused - at how your eyes don't even now reach his broad chest, you clench you diminutive fists and begin to pound on the slabs of muscle in front of you.

Your anger quickly dissipates into shock though as you feel strong grips on each of your wrists. James's strong frame lifts you straight off the floor and hurls you back on the bed. You gasp.

"None of that. I am in charge now, and it'll be fine," he barks. "Now, clean me off..."

He walks towards you gripping his throbbing, juice-smeared cock.