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.

“Well I don’t want a taste of any of...” she says as she gestures at my body.

But I see how her eyes linger for a moment on my cock.

“Hello, MaleOrder.com customer service. This is Tanya. How may I assist you?”

The customer service woman sounds bored. She sounds more monotone that I can’t tell if she is a real person or a robot.

Maybe even one of the three that had picked up earlier.

“Hi. I mistakenly ordered from your website and I’d like to return my purchase,” she explains to the operator. Her eyes never leave my body.

“I’ll see what I can do. Hold, please.”

I wink, and she turns her back on me. She’s fighting it, but it’s obvious she wants it as much as I do.

“You know, you’re not much of a host. First, you purchase me from some website—and then when I’m dropped off on your door step, you don’t even offer me anything to drink.”

“That’s because you aren’t staying here—at all. I’m returning you, and that will be the end of it. So, don’t even think about getting comfortable.”

She’s feisty, and I like it. I can only imagine what kind of firecracker she is in the bedroom.

“Hello, ma’am?” It’s a new voice on the speakerphone, but still just as bored-sounding as the other one.

“Yes, I’m here.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, but our policy dictates that you must keep your purchase for fourteen days before you can return them for a refund.”

“Oh, you better be fucking kidding me right now!”

“Some relationships take more time than others to develop. We’re sure that you will love your purchase and ultimately be happy with the decision you’ve made.”

I’m pretty sure that the robot Doctor Phil speech is about to make my purchaser throw her phone across the room.

Will: One. Woman who purchased me: Zero.

“Thank you again for using MaleOrder.com. We hope you enjoy your evening.”

She lets out one long sigh of frustration, and I decide to go take a seat in her living room.

“Whoa! Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“To have a seat. You heard the woman. You can’t return me, so you gotta keep me.”

“No way. You’re leaving. Right now. I’m not fucking staying around here.”

I find a leather chair and have a seat. The black fabric feels cool and nice against my body.

“Well, if you’re not fucking staying here, would you care to go to the bedroom instead?” I look up at her with a smug smile of victory.

Because, let’s be real here, I won.

I may not have wanted this at first, but I’m here and I’m going to enjoy myself. And I plan on enjoying her as well.

“Look, I work in a couple of hours. I don’t have the time to deal with this bullshit. Now get up and get the fuck out. Now!”

Her tone is absolute in its resolve. Her body? Not so much.

As I stand up, I see her golden eyes look down at my cock and linger again.

She wants me. She wants my cock.

And I want her.

There was something in that kiss that I had never experienced before. There was a real, genuine spark.

It’s not something that I can easily explain.

Nor is it something I want to find an explanation for.

It felt amazing.

She felt amazing.

And when I see her eyes look up into mine, I can tell that it was the same for her.

“You don’t want me to leave. You say the words, but you don’t mean them.”

“The fuck? I don’t!”

Her resolve fumbles for the first time in the night.

“Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me you didn’t feel something in that kiss. Tell me you don’t want to experience more.”

The gap between us closes.

I move slowly towards her. There’s this wave of palpable heat and want between us that I feel as I draw closer to her.

The way she looks at me tells me she feels it too.

Good.

I can feel my cock twitching against my thigh as it starts to grow rigid and firm.

She looks down, and her lips part at the sight of me.

“I have no interest in this—or you. I must be at work in a couple hours. I just want to go back to sleep and get whatever rest I can. So just call yourself a cab or an Uber and fucking leave.”

My hands reach out and take her hands in them.

The tip of my thick cock is glistening with precum and slides up against her stomach. A small trail of wetness leaving a streak on the silk fabric.

She trembles in my hands. Not out of fear, but of obvious desire.

“How about we just enjoy each other for this one night, and then you’ll never see me again?”

Our eyes meet as she looks up at me and she swallows hard.

“Never again?”

“Never,” I assure her as I nod in agreement.

Our words are barely whispers at this point as our lips draw each other in like magnets.

And when our lips meet again, it’s like tasting Christmas.

Her arms fly around my neck.

My hands grab her firmly by the ass and lift her up into my arms.

I feel our tongues sliding and massaging against one another.

But it isn’t enough.

I want—no—I need more.