Thursday, December 10, 2015

Blog Hop - A Perfect Man for Christmas - part 3

A Perfect Man for Christmas
An erotic serial in 12 parts
Blog HOP

 3rd Day of Christmas
by Kitten K. Jackson

I cannot disappoint Michael. Hmmm… Where to find the man… Where does anyone find a guy? If I knew the answer to that, I wouldn’t be single!
Along with finding a man for the ceremony, Wynter was also responsible for bringing three French hens to her mother’s house for Christmas dinner. The contrast between the two duties made her giggle at the absurdity of it all.
Cooking? Really? And why do they need to be French? What difference does it make? A chicken is a freakin’ chicken, right? “Don’t forget to save and bring the broth!” What does that even mean? 

What the hell is broth?
After a shower and a primping session, she went to her closet and took out a short black dress and her favorite boots, which had four-inch heels. Once she was completely dressed, minus panties, she posed in front of her full-length mirror. She leaned over, adjusting her bra, bringing all the weight of her breasts forward. When she stood, she admired their fullness. She tugged at the plunging neckline, exposing as much of her cleavage as possible.
The hard part is finding him. Hooking him will be easy.
Wynter decided to go to a club where the men would be primed and ready for the taking. As she entered the building and paid her cover, she felt eyes upon her. One intense blue pair caught her attention. 

They belonged to a tall man with black hair who wore his jeans, dark t-shirt, and black leather jacket like a boss. The way his gaze roamed her body said all she needed to know.
She gave him a sexy grin and a wink. She then turned and walked toward the bar. Before she could order, he was beside her.

Put her drink on my tab, Joe.”

You got it.”

Thanks. I’ll have a rum and Coke, please.”

What’s your name, gorgeous?”

Well, it’s not gorgeous. It’s Wynter. But thank you.”

You’re welcome. I’m Wes.”
After finding a table, sitting down, finishing her drink, and engaging in a few minutes of small talk, Wynter placed her hand on Wes’s thigh. His impassioned stare left nothing to the imagination.

Come on,” she said.
Without hesitation, or even saying a word, he stood and followed her. She grasped his hand as she led him out the door and into the parking lot. She practically ran around to the back of the building with him on her heels.
When she stopped, he grabbed her and covered her mouth with his full wet lips, while his arms went around her waist, and his hands groped her with abandon. Her hand moved to his crotch and found proof of his lust for her—he was like granite.

You want me, don’t you?”

You know I do,” he said between hot breaths. “Am I hard enough for you? Big enough?”

Oh, you’ll do just fine.”
He looked around and saw the vehicles belonging to the employees at the club. He walked her backwards toward one of the older cars, and then he lifted her, placing her on the hood. She leaned back on her elbows as he lifted her legs, spreading them apart and diving between them. She watched as he feasted upon her, knowing she had found the right man.
He will do just fine indeed.
As his tongue worked her clit, two fingers slid inside and out, then back in again, taking her even higher. Within a couple of minutes, she grasped hands full of his hair above his ears, pulling him closer into her. He moaned at her fervor as she cried out her orgasm.
When her breathing began to slow, he moved up and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her own taste and scent drove her mad with desire for him, but she was on a mission, and it had to come first.
Pulling away from his luscious mouth, she looked into those 
eyes—ones she thought could have power over her if she allowed it, rather than the other way around.

I need you,” he said.

Oh, don’t I know it? I need you, too, lover. But there’s something I need more than your cock right now.”

His mind was muddled by the lack of blood flow to his brain. The thought of anything other than slamming into her wet and hungry core was of no interest to him.

It’s important, Wes. I need a favor.”

I’ll do anything you want. Anything,” he said, as he lowered the zipper on his jeans. “But I need to be inside you.”

No. I’ll let you have me any way you want me, but first, you must come with me to a very special Christmas dinner.”

What are you talking about? I want you bad, baby, but I’m not doing the holiday family thing.”

No! It’s not like that. Not a family thing.”

Whatever. Yeah, I’ll go with you.”

You have to give me your word before I take care of you.”

I said I would go!”
She reached down and grabbed his cock while flashing a wicked grin. His excitement showed in his features when she eased off the hood of the car and went to her knees on the concrete.
She took him into her mouth, caressing him with her tongue while gently rubbing his balls. She got him off in no time. She then swallowed and stood, wiping her mouth.

Okay, let’s go.”
Nervously avoiding eye contact, he said, “Baby, I’m sorry, but a friend came here with me tonight, and I can’t leave him without a ride.”

He can take a cab.”

I can’t do that to him.”

We have a deal!”

Sorry but thanks. It was awesome.”
Pressing her body against his, she glared into his eyes while fighting to keep her claws from appearing.

You will go with me, or you will die right here, right now.”

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1 comment:

  1. I loved this story, too. Thank you for hosting us <3

    Happy Reading,