“Oh, God.” His hand found my head and slipped his fingers into my messy waves.
I sucked on the tip. His fingers stiffened in my hair, and I knew he was trying to restrain himself—much like what the ribbon was doing to his cock. I kissed his tip how I wanted to kiss his lips. He growled.
It took only a moment, but I unraveled the ribbon, and it fell to the ground. Now I could wrap my lips around his cock and truly taste him.
Him. I didn’t even know the guy’s name. But I kinda liked that.
Somehow, in this room where time stood still, we were strangers who were closer than a lot of couples I knew.
My nose filled with his musky scent and a hint of old dusty cardboard. I had a feeling I’d never see a cardboard box again without thinking of this moment.
I loosened my jaw and pulled as much of him inside as I could.
“Oh God,” he cried out before he pulled me back.
What was happening?
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
“Yes. I haven’t had a chance to taste you yet.”
And before I realized what was happening, I felt his sultry breath on my ear. He wasn’t even touching me, and my heart pounded in my throat. He must have moved to his knees, and I hoped he would kiss me.
Which he did, but not how I expected.
“Can I kiss your pussy?”
I think I found my future husband.
That’s how a man should ask to kiss you. The guys I dated were okay at sex, and a few even went down on me, but I found it was like asking them to move a mountain just to lick my clit.
“Yes. Open-mouthed kisses, right?”
I couldn’t see him, but I swear I heard him smirk.
“With so much tongue, I promise.”
“Okay, let me clear a space to lie down.” I turned to feel around on the ground when I felt his hand on my shoulder.
“Just bend over. On your knees and elbows.”
I would definitely propose to him by the end of the night. I may not have known his name, but I was going put a ring on him. Sorry ladies, he’s mine.
“Yes, sir.” He couldn’t see, but I saluted him.
Before he could say another word, I had moved onto my elbows with my ass facing him. At least, I hoped it was facing him.
A shiver went up my back as his hand caressed my ass cheek. He moved his palm up and down until he had my skirt lifted. I wished I had worn nothing underneath, but I wore red tights and white cotton panties.
I wanted to be comfortable tonight, not to mention that I really didn’t imagine I’d be eaten out by a hot stranger.
It didn’t seem to deter him as I felt a yank on my tights. He spent a moment taking off my shoes before he pulled my tights and undies off. I made sure to lift my legs to help.
I wasn’t a monster. A lady must always help a gentleman when orgasms are on the line.
A coolness landed between my thighs as my clothes disappeared.
A thought popped into my head. He would lick me between my legs, and I’d never know what he looked like. That idea made me wetter.
I felt something touch the edge of my soaked lip, near my clit. It could be his finger or his tongue. The sensation felt heightened. Just the slightest touch was incredible.
I clenched my jaw and sucked in a breath. I wanted more, but he was going agonizingly slow.
“You’re so wet.” His warm breath tickled my thighs.
Then I felt it. His tongue. And he did some wicked things with it.
My hips swayed, and I was greedy for more.
“You need to hold still,” he said so matter-of-factly that I wondered if this affected him at all.
“Yes, sir.” I widened my legs, hoping to help him any way I could.
I felt him smile against my ass cheek as he nipped a little on my flesh. All the things he did were intense, and I didn’t want him to stop. And once he sucked on my clit, everything else faded away.
When he pushed two fingers into my core, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I exploded.
“I’m about to come,” I warned him, not that he didn’t already suspect.
“Can I fuck you?” I heard him ask between gasps.
I couldn’t say yes fast enough. I had wanted his cock inside me since I first felt it.
“Yes. Please.”
His fingers disappeared, and I was so close to going over the edge, I looked around in a daze. But then I felt his tip rub against my core, and it was incredible. But nothing compared to when he pushed inside. Slowly at first, but then I shifted, as I wasn’t one for being still.
“You’re so tight. You feel amazing.”
The vibration from his deep voice mixed with his cock, and I was flung over the edge. My head flew back as I cried out. I said words, many words. Did they make sense? Probably not.
He was fucking me hard, which only made the orgasm last longer.
It was at this point I wanted to see. I was desperate for the faintest light to shine on his face. To watch his lips curl in desire and his gaze fill with lust.
Would he watch as his cock slid in and out of my pussy? Would he look over to me, wanting to kiss me, but couldn’t?
I reached between my legs as his hips kept bumping into me and played with my clit.
My fingers slipped around my soaked lips, and it was hard to focus as his cock ground into me. I had never felt a man so big. And it wasn’t just the size that made it difficult not to turn into a wet, convulsing mess as he rode me. It was the spot he hit, which hadn’t been touched by a cock before. Either I had sex with many men who didn’t understand what they were doing, or this guy had a wonder dick.
And I was the lucky lady who got to play with his cock of awe tonight. Thanks, Santa.
I flicked my clit a few times, and another massive climax erupted.
But this time, my words made sense.
“I’m coming. That’s it, Wonder Dick. Fuck me back to the North Pole.”
“Wonder what? Uh, yes . . . I’m coming.”
The pounding slowed as he ground into me. I felt him shudder and heard some grunts, but my core was still riding that delicious high he gave me. The lights could have turned on and the door swung opened, but I wouldn’t have noticed.
Slowly I came down from the clouds. I heard his breathing, which was as rapid as my own. Then I felt him pull out.
That was it. No more beautiful, perfect, nothing-compares orgasms. Could I recreate this with my dildo back home? Doubtful.
It wouldn’t be the same. This guy had something special hanging between his legs. If I couldn’t have him, then I hoped he used it for a good cause. The women who had only experienced lousy lays needed him most.
“Did you call me Wonder Dick?”
Chapter 5
Monty
I WIPED MY BROW AFTER the mind-blowing sex I had with a woman who didn’t even know what I looked like. There was one fantasy I had when I was younger where I had sex with a woman through a hole in the fence. I didn’t know what she looked like, and she didn’t know what I looked like, but I slipped my cock through, and wham, sexy times.
This was as close as I would ever get to that fantasy. Not that I wanted to reenact the dream because . . . splinters.
Let me say, for the record, what I did with this woman in a dark closet was a hundred times hotter, sexier, crazier—in a marvelous way, and splinter-free—than the imaginary fence sex.