Chapter 3 No More Perfect a Partner Than Him
Miranda's POV
I reached back and guided the huge cock into my pussy from behind, immediately feeling a stretching sensation.
The man behind me lifted me up right away, making me kneel on the bed, his strong hands gripping my hips. With the next powerful thrust, my ass lifted completely, and a pool of sticky fluid gushed from my pussy.
He reached over to grab something from the bedside, wrapped it around my neck and pulled it tight, while his other large hand grabbed both my wrists behind my back. My breasts thrust high, my long hair cascading down to my hips. He lowered his head and bit hard on the back of my neck, then yanked the rope while his massive cock launched a fierce assault.
Suffocation, pain, and pleasure all hit me at once, merging into a tornado that rushed straight to my head.
I couldn't scream. No matter how hard I tried to yell, only muffled moans came out.
He leaned close to my ear, "Want to go to heaven or hell?"
I forced out through gritted teeth, "Both!"
He panted and smiled, "As you wish."
He released the rope and flipped me over directly, riding on top of my pussy like riding a horse.
Oh, my god!
This angle was so deep.
I lifted my head slightly. In the mirror by the bed, I could clearly see the huge cock pounding my pussy, each thrust sending out a splash of fluid.
It was like watching the hottest porn, except I was the star.
"Exciting? Want more?"
I gasped and shouted, "Come on, baby, show me what else you've got."
"Of course, my queen."
"If you've got what it takes, fuck me to death! Come on, let's see who can last until dawn!"
He kissed my calf with a smile, "Yes, madam. Whoever falls asleep first loses!"
With that, he slapped my ass twice, and at the same time, a fierce pounding began! The stinging on my ass merged with the pleasure in my pussy, putting me in both heaven and hell simultaneously. I kept screaming until my voice went hoarse.
Finally, the pleasure reached its peak. I climaxed, and my body went limp.
He lowered my legs, panting, "How about it? Want to go again?"
Though I was already exhausted, I looked up and saw the huge cock still inside my pussy. This man's cock was not only big but also incredibly enduring—truly God's masterpiece.
And that included his face too.
I couldn't give up so easily!
So I sprang up and pushed him down on the bed.
Using the messy clothes by the bed, I tied him to both bedposts.
The man lying on the bed displayed perfect, taut muscle lines, like a flawless ancient Greek sculpture. And the most perfect part of this sculpture was his cock, standing tall like a mountain peak.
I didn't hesitate to sit on it, one hand slapping his firm ass, the other reaching down to constantly rub and poke his two huge balls. I danced a swing dance on top of him while the man beneath me kept letting out low growls.
Finally, his leg muscles contracted powerfully, and his cock trembled intensely inside my pussy.
Completely exhausted, I collapsed on top of him and fell asleep, forgetting that we were still connected in one place.
When I woke up, my whole body ached.
I barely propped myself up on my elbows and looked around the room in the harsh light. What kind of battlefield was this?
Clothes were scattered everywhere, more than ten condoms thrown in various corners, the sheets covered with all kinds of marks—too dirty to look at.
A charging cable was tangled in my hair. I pulled it out and remembered it was the rope he'd wrapped around my neck last night. Pretty creative.
I let out a deep breath and turned to look behind me.
He was still asleep.
His high nose bridge cast a shadow on his face, his golden hair slightly curled with a glossy sheen, his lips a bit thin but still full.
What a handsome man. I was satisfied with last night, and satisfied with my partner too.
I couldn't help reaching out to touch his thick eyebrows.
The man opened his eyes, his gaze blank for a moment as he looked at me, then he lifted his head to kiss me, "Good morning, my baby."
My heart nearly stopped.
He was not only handsome with a great body—and of course, most notably, after last night's intense sex, his cock was still standing firm as ever.
And now he was tenderly giving me a good morning kiss!
God, I was completely smitten.
No, I warned myself, a one-night stand should only be a one-night stand. Don't complicate a good thing, and don't ruin last night's beautiful memory.
He reached up to touch my face, "Last night, who lost?"
I turned my head and bit his thumb, "Definitely not me."
He laughed, "Alright, with such a perfect night, I admit defeat. Baby, your charm is irresistible."
He looked at me with such loving eyes that I almost couldn't hold my ground.
At least he felt the same way I did about last night.
But when the sun rises, it's time for a ONS to say goodbye. No—the perfect ONS should end quietly, without saying anything.
Even though I really did like him.
I stood up and picked up clothes from the floor, saying somewhat awkwardly, "I'll go shower first, and then... then..."
He finished my sentence, "Then we'll have breakfast together. Well, should be brunch. Is that okay?"
My eyes lit up.
Was he asking me on a date?
Okay, I had to admit, at least right now, I wasn't ready to say goodbye to this man.
I smiled at him unnaturally, "I heard the Metropolitan Museum of Art recently has a Piet Cornelies Mondrian exhibition. Um, he's a Dutch modern painter."
He interrupted me, "I know him. I really like his paintings. If you'd like, we can go together!"
I tried to control my urge to jump up and scream, nodding casually while shouting YES in my head!
"I'm Adam Walker. And you?"
Introducing ourselves?!
My eyes spun quickly, "Ella, Ella Garcia. A waitress at The Ritz-Carlton. What about you?"
He tilted his head and paused for a second, "Truck driver."
I walked into the bathroom holding back laughter. Truck driver?
No, I thought he was more like a professional gigolo!
I hadn't had a date like this in a long time.
Walking hand in hand through the quiet museum, chatting easily. His humor often made me giggle. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling his affection.
He was knowledgeable, refined, with artistic appreciation—completely different from the man in bed last night. This contrast was fascinating.
I looked at Adam's profile, imagining what it would be like to really date him.
Enjoying beautiful city moments during the day, making love at night, being held by him in the morning, eating breakfast at the table. Or living together—me cooking in the kitchen at night, him coming home from work and hugging me from behind. Better yet, wearing nothing under my apron! Then having passionate sex right there in the kitchen.
I shook my head, trying to forget these unrealistic fantasies.
Maybe truck driver Adam and waitress Ella could work, but intern doctor Miranda and this top-tier gigolo couldn't.
After that, we had coffee by the Hudson River. He gently wiped the foam from the corner of my mouth with his finger. After lunch, we strolled through Central Park, watching couples pass by.
In the evening, he brought me to a nearby hotel.
The Big Apple outside the window was charming, though compared to that, Adam was even more captivating.
He took a bottle of whiskey from the fridge, poured me a glass, and looked sincerely into my eyes, "Tonight, just this one drink, okay?"
I took it and sipped, the cool sensation chilling me up. I raised an eyebrow and asked, "What? No energy tonight?"
He smiled and pinched my cheek, "Tonight, I want to spend the night with you like we're a real couple, okay? Like an actual couple."
My eyes got a bit moist. I leaned forward and kissed his lips gently. He wrapped his arms around me, responding deeply.
That night, we made love three times. Each time he started with foreplay, slowly caressing me, moistening me, then further seducing me, letting me experience ultimate pleasure in endless comfort. Afterward, he would gently wipe me with a towel, straighten the sheets, and hold me while sleeping, just like in a real bed at home.
An exceptional man, a night of ultimate enjoyment.
When I woke up again, it was already bright outside. He was gone.
I sighed and looked around—not even a note!
Well, nothing to be disappointed about. This was just a wonderful encounter.
Then the doorbell rang. I put on the hotel robe and opened the door. A server wheeled in a cart of abundant food, "Miss, here's the breakfast you ordered!"
Okay, I had to admit, Adam was really a very thoughtful man, even ordering breakfast for me.
I had to admit, I kind of regretted missing out on him.
