Destination Desire

“Ah, yes. Just like that.” He prodded the back of her throat, forcing her mouth open wide. He pulled out and pushed in again. “Suck my hard cock. Let me fuck your sweet mouth.”

He grasped her cheeks as he pumped into her lips. His saltiness, his smooth hardness—it was all too good, too heavenly. He was so huge she could hardly contain him. Yet she had never enjoyed a blow job more.

“Ah, angel.” He pulled out. “I don’t want to come yet.” He lowered his head and kissed her. A deep, drugging kiss.

She met the forceful demand of his mouth and returned his passion, their panting breaths mingling together. His low growl vibrated into her as his hands left her face and untied the scarves binding her.

Once free, she entwined her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss, tasting him, devouring him. His skin was warm against hers as he stretched out beside her.

Skin? When had he taken off his clothes?

She broke the kiss, panting against his cheek. “Phantom?”

“Hmm?” He kissed her cheek, trailed his lips to her ear, and traced the outer edge with his tongue.

“Are you…naked?”

A husky chuckled resonated in her ear. “Is there a problem?”

“No. But when? I didn’t hear…”

He tugged on her lobe, making her shiver. “After I blindfolded you. Speaking of which…” He tugged the silk off her eyes.

She focused on his blazing black irises. He fingered her hair, smoothing several stray strands away from her face.

“You are so beautiful, teerak. Your hair is the color of the noonday sun, and your eyes are golden bronze. They sparkle like a dark citrine. And your lips…” He smoothed the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. “So sweet and red, like a candy apple from Coney Island.”

“Y-You lived in New York?”

“No. I lived in Ohio. But I visited New York.” He smiled. “So pretty. So sweet.” He moved off her and stood up next to the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“You mean where are we going?” He scooped her into his arms, the hardness of his muscles holding her made her pulse race.

She glanced at his chest. Erotically bare and ripped with muscle. Nipples of syrupy caramel. God…

“I’m taking you to my bedroom.”

“But isn’t this—”

“No, teerak. This is my…playroom. I want to make love to you in my bedroom. In my own bed.”

“Oh?” Heidi’s heart thumped. This was big. The tone of his voice. The way he held her. Something was happening.

“My bedroom, angel. Where I sleep.” He carried her out of the pleasure room and opened the other closed door. “This is my space. This is where I’ll love you.”

“But…why?”

“I don’t know. I just know I need to fuck you here.” He laid her down on a king-sized bed covered in forest green. The room was dark, but the blind on the window was open halfway, and the light of Patpong shown through in a glittering psychedelic veil.

Phantom eased the white mask from his face.

Heidi gasped. He was as gorgeous as she had imagined.

“Now there is nothing more between us, teerak.” He lowered his mouth to hers, kissed her, and then lifted his lips to whisper, “You are the first woman to lie in this bed with me.”

He clamped onto her mouth again. They simply kissed, enjoying each other’s mouths. Heidi slid her hands over his golden beautifully sculpted shoulders, down his strong arms, over his back to his firm buttocks. She squeezed, and he groaned.