He stands right in front of me.
“You’re right. I can’t deny it. I did order you.”
I look at his hooded, smoky fuck-me eyes and that thick dark hair. How can I deny what I did? Those eyes and that hair grabbed my attention the moment I saw his photo on MailOrder.com.
We stare into each other’s eyes.
“How about you unwrap me?”
He doesn’t take his eyes off me.
“Unwrap you?” I ask without breaking eye contact.
“The bow on my huge fucking cock. Take it off.”
He smiles that shit-eating grin at me again. He glances down at his cock and back at me.
I look down and see the pink bow tied around the middle of his cock. I pull the end of the bow and untie it. The ribbon falls to the floor.
I look back up at him. He moves even closer to me until the space between us doesn’t exist. His cock rubs against the outside of my nightie.
He grabs the back of my head, pulling me so our lips touch. He thrusts his tongue inside my mouth and kisses me like no other man has before.
5
William
So there are kisses, and then there are kisses. This was the latter.
This woman tasted better than any woman I have ever had.
Period.
End of fucking story.
Apparently, she didn’t feel the same as I feel her hand slap across my face with more force than I thought she had.
It stings, but I’m impressed.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but we’re not doing this.”
“We aren’t? But didn’t you order me?”
I wiggle my hips and swing my cock around like a helicopter.
She pushes me and heads out of the room.
I laugh, and she looks like she wants to throw a TV at me.
“Come on, you ordered me. Obviously, you wanted me, so here I am. Enjoy me.”
I’m pretty sure that she’ s about to call the cops when she pulls out her phone. Something I’m sure that Sarah would fucking die laughing over.
Only, she isn’t calling the police.
She’s calling up MaleOrder.com—on speakerphone.
“You’re not trying to return me already, are you? But you haven’t gotten to have a taste first,” I laugh.