A Perfect Man for Christmas
An erotic serial in 12 parts
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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.”
“What?”
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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