I smile at him as he takes a step back. It was good but not really that dirty.
Next up is the man who won the last round. He’s taller than the rest, and he has deep, dark eyes. He leans down and whispers, “I want to spank your gorgeous ass while I fuck you into ecstasy.”
I grin. Better.
I bite my lip while I wait for the next guy. The winner of the swimming round and my favorite so far.
He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, giving me goosebumps, as he says, “I want to tie you up to your bed, so you can’t move. Then, I want to lick honey off your bare skin before I spank your ass until it’s bright red. I won’t stop until you are screaming my name, begging me to stop because you can’t come anymore.”
Damn. He’s the clear winner so far.
Last up is a man I’ve barely noticed before. He says something into my ear, but I’m still so lost in the last guy’s words that I don’t even hear him.
“So, who is the loser?” Bayron asks.
I take a deep breath, not liking having to choose a loser.
“Number one,” I say.
“Sorry, number one. You’re out. We have one final round, which is…”
“Best kisser, of course,” I say with a large grin as I stare at the final three men that I get to kiss.
Any one of them could be amazing in bed and give me exactly what I’m looking for this week. It all comes down to who can make my toes curl the most. And I think the man who said the dirtiest line is most likely going to be the winner.
The first man steps forward, forcefully grabs my head with both hands, and presses his lips to mine. He’s aggressive. I like that. But he’s so aggressive that his lips miss my mouth initially. He quickly corrects himself, pushing his tongue into my mouth like he’s trying to suffocate me.
My eyes stay wide as he kisses me. I’m in shock as to what exactly he’s trying to do to me. I try to grab on to him to keep from falling backward, but when he releases me, I stumble backward, unable to keep my balance.
Bayron shoots me a look, asking if I’m okay.
I nod and bite my lip to keep from giving away how horrible that kiss was, so I don’t completely embarrass the poor man in front of everyone.
“All right, number two, give her your best kiss,” Bayron says.
I take a deep breath to prepare myself for his kiss. I know it can’t be any worse than the first. I know his kiss is going to be the best. He’s won everything else. He’s the one. I know it.
He walks toward me and takes me into his arms. He dips me backward as his tongue moistens his lips before he places a flawless kiss on my lips with just the tiniest hint of tongue. It is perfect. The right amount of moisture. The right amount of force. The right amount of control.
It’s a pleasant kiss that warms my insides.
He brings me back up as he ends the kiss to hoots and hollers from the crowd, obviously liking the performance he put on. I liked it, too. But something was missing. Maybe it was the fact that we were in front of a large crowd. Maybe it’s that I don’t even know his real name, and it’s keeping me from feeling more. But whatever it is, I intend on finding the missing piece to that kiss once I declare him as the winner.
I smile at him, giving him a wink, as he steps back in line with the other men.
“Woo, that was one hot kiss. I’m not sure if contestant number three can beat that, but give it your best shot,” Bayron says.
I still have my eyes glued to contestant number two when contestant number three approaches.
One of his hands goes around my waist, and the other tangles in my hair as he pulls my body tightly to his, forcing me to stop looking at any other man other than him. I get one glimpse of his dark eyes before he kisses me. And then my eyes are forced closed, his body commanding that I give everything to him in the kiss. He takes his time, not rushing it, as he expertly slips his tongue into my mouth. His hand glides down from my waist to my ass as his hard cock pushes into my stomach, making it clear how badly he wants me. I feel a shock wave shoot throughout my body as he deepens the kiss, pushing me to my limit.
He stops the kiss, but I can’t open my eyes yet. I’m panting heavily as he holds me in his arms. I feel his hand stroke my cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Being so gentle after being so rough.
I open my eyes and stare into his, not sure what the hell just happened other than something amazing. It wasn’t perfect. It was rough, primal, a panty-melting kind of kiss. The kind that only a bad boy with years of experience in getting dirty with plenty of women can give.
He slowly lets me go and takes his place back in line with the other men. I know that Bayron is going to ask me who the winner is. I thought it was going to be number two in a landslide. But number three just made things way more complicated. And, now, I’m not sure who I’m going to choose.
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