by Dark Angel
Moving back to his tip, I prepare to take his length inside of me once again, but Liam places his hands on the top of my head and stops me before I go down.
"Your pussy. I want to see it," he says, pushing me back. Smiling anxiously, I lay down on the mattress and prop myself up on my elbows, one hand sliding down my stomach to between my thighs. With a flick of my fingers I push my thong to the side, revealing my pussy lips to him. I feel his eyes devouring me; my insides ache for his cock, and the need to feel him in me is almost too overwhelming. Then, moving so fast all I see is a blur, he places one hand on my chest and pushes me down while he flattens the palm of his other hand against my pussy. A violent shiver goes through me and I open my mouth as a purr of pleasure turns into a throaty moan.
Not wasting any time, he turns his hand around and slides one finger inside of me, moving it in an upward curve. My body trembles as I feel him in me, my pussy lips around his long fingers.
Climbing on top of the bed, he starts to move his fingers back and forth, pressing his thumb against my clitoris and moving it in fast vicious circles. With his other hand, he squeezes my right breast, my flesh molding to his fingers as pleasure covers me like a blanket. He pinches my nipple then, caressing it between his thumb and index finger as he keeps ravaging my pussy.
It doesn’t take long for my body to start burning up. I grab at the sheets, bunching them up as I arch my back and surrender to his touch. With the perfect movements of a man sure of what he’s doing, he keeps going until there’s a storm brewing inside of me, the roar of distant thunder echoing inside my mind. He only eases up when I’m on the edge, sliding one more finger inside of me and rubbing it against my G-spot as he presses down on my clit.
I thrust my hips upward by instinct, an electric discharge hitting my nerves and making my muscles twitch in ecstasy. Breathing hard, I let pleasure blanket me, my mind completely blank as all thought gives way to delight.
As he starts to slide his fingers off me, I act by impulse and grab his wrist, trying to keep his hand on my pussy. He ignores me, pushing his hand back until my fingers peel off of his wrist. I lay there, panting, as Liam gets out of the bed and stands, looking down at my almost naked body.
"Your thong," he says, my fingers immediately finding their way to my hips. Lifting my ass up, I slide my drenched thong down my legs and kick it off to the floor, my eyes never leaving Liam’s. "Good girl," he praises me as he starts to unbutton his own shirt, the hard lines of his pectorals revealing themselves to me. I don’t even blink as he undresses, my mind burning as his chiseled abdominals come into sight. I’m biting down on my bottom lip, my trembling fingers reaching for his body; my fingertips against his skin, I trace the contour of his abs as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and boxers, standing gloriously naked in front of me.
"I… need it," I find myself saying, my fingers sliding down his abs and once again curling around his thick shaft.
"I know," he replies, the Devil’s smile on his lips. Moving fast, he grabs both my hands and pins me down on the bed as he climbs on top of me. My whole body is drowning in anxiety, my pussy craving his cock as if it was the most important thing in the whole universe. And, to be honest, right now I really need it more than I need to breathe; at least that’s what my brain tells me.
Letting go of my left wrist, he grabs his cock with his hand, angling it so that his tip is pointing at my pussy lips. He moves carefully, pressing his glans against my pussy and kicking my anxiety into high gear; I thrust upward with my hips, trying to have him inside of me, but he lays one forearm across my waist and pins me down once more, freezing me up.
"You want it bad, don’t you?" he murmurs against my ear, rubbing his glans against my inner lips and torturing me with anticipation.
"Yes," I manage to say, even though my throat is feeling tight. "Please," I croak, my hands resting on his ass and urging him to thrust. My eyes are shut, but even though I can’t see him, I sense his grin; in a fraction of a second he thrusts, his cock pushing its way past my folds and straining against my inner walls.
I moan as he buries his cock into me, filling me up in a way no other man has ever done before. Even though his thickness is stretching me wide, it doesn’t hurt like I feared it would. Instead, pleasure floods me at once, its sharp fangs burying themselves in my mind and making me lose all control. I dig my fingers into his shoulder blades and cross my legs behind his lower back, feeling the sway of his body as he slides his cock out and starts to thrust.
"You feel so tight," he whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. "I love tight." I smile at his words, wondering how tight I’ll be once he’s done with me. Pressing his mouth against mine, we start to kiss as our hips rock back and forth, our bodies trapped in an almost too violent dance of lust and sinful decadence. I push my tongue inside his mouth, tasting him as he reaches for my breasts, squeezing them harshly as my muscles tense up.
Feeling my pussy tightening up, Liam starts to thrust even faster, pistoning into me with such viciousness that I start to claw at his back, my moans bouncing off the walls and filling the whole room.
"Come for me, baby," he murmurs, ravaging me until there’s no other option but for me to explode. And that’s exactly what I do: I explode, a shrill cry of pleasure tumbling out of my lips as my pussy clenches around his shaft. He keeps fucking me, ripples of pleasure spreading from my pussy to all of my body as his cock comes and goes. Only when I take my legs off of his back does he slow down, carefully pulling out. I tremble as I feel his gigantic shaft sliding out of me, every fiber in my body begging for it to remain inside.
I have no choice, though: he pulls out mercilessly, not caring one bit about what I need or want. But then, placing both of his hands on my waist, he turns me around easily, forcing me to lay down on my stomach, my ass up to him. Whimpering, I close my eyes as I feel my breasts pressed against the mattress, my body immediately readying itself for what’s going to happen next.
Liam brushes two of his fingers over my pussy, parting my legs as he lies down on top of me. I feel his hips over my ass, and just a heartbeat after that, he has his glans pressed tight against my pussy lips. One thrust of his and I’m screaming, the quivering sound of my voice caressing my eardrums as he starts pistoning into me again, his fingers digging into the patch of skin right between my ass and lower back, his thumbs resting easily against the dimples I have there.
"Harder," I whisper against the sheets, and then repeat myself louder, afraid that he can’t hear me. "Harder!" Maybe he hears me, maybe he doesn’t, but he starts going harder, thrusting harshly as my breathing turns into a sequence of screams. Completely destroying me, he runs his fingers through my hair and pulls my head back, rocking his body against mine as he holds my head in place. He keeps me in that position until I can’t take it any longer, every single muscle in my body aching for release.
Perhaps he feels my body coming undone—perhaps he doesn’t—and he lets go of my hair; I let my head fall against the mattress and scream into the sheets, a convulsion of pleasure taking over me. He holds his position, his cock buried deep inside my pussy as my muscles burn under the fires of ecstasy. I ball my hands into fists, the soft fabric of the sheets bunched up between my fingers as a violent orgasm runs through me.
It’s the first time I’m with him, and he has already made me come three times. Sure, I know that being with New Kingston’s Mayor is a bad call… But every thrust of his just makes it feel like the best decision of my life.
"I know it’s wrong," he whispers into my ear, almost as if he could read my mind. "But it feels so fucking right."
I say nothing to that. What can I say, after all? I could moan a "yes," but the fact that I’m lying down completely naked while he has his way with me should be the only reply he needs.
"This was…" I mutter, slowly opening my hands and letting go of the sheets. "This was perfect."
"We’re not done," he says rather harshly, sliding his c
ock out of me and slapping me across the ass. A feeble moan leaves my lips as I feel his hand hitting my ass, the sound of flesh on flesh waking my body up again. I grit my teeth as he smacks me again with the back of his hand, pain turning into pleasure as it travels to my brain.
Instinct guiding me, I support myself on my elbows and go on all fours, jutting my ass back at him. I look over my shoulder for a split second, just enough time for me to see him on his knees, grabbing his cock as his hungry eyes focus on my soaked pussy lips. This time he doesn’t even bother with feeling my pussy with his fingers; he simply laces my waist with one arm, using his free hand to guide his cock home. His thickness is in me in an instant, his shaft sliding between my folds and pushing back against my insides once again. Arching my back, I angle my body so that he goes deeper than before, the tip of his cock tapping that secret spot inside of me, pleasure whipping my body with the fury of unbridled sin. Purred moans leave my mouth, but it doesn’t take long for them to turn into screams once more, each of his thrusts forcing me to unleash that wild and primal side of me.
Boiling pleasure crawling under my skin, I feel on the edge again, my mind one step away from oblivion. And still he thrusts, his hard throbbing cock pushing me closer toward a climax so strong I don’t even know if I can survive it. It looms on the horizon, threatening to completely demolish me, and I wait for it, eager and anxious.
When it finally comes, it fulfills all of its promises; my muscles twitch and tremble, sweet ecstasy coursing through my veins as my body convulses. I’m breathing out through my gritted teeth, my throat too exhausted to produce anything stronger than a feeble croak. But Liam’s not too far behind me; three hard thrusts and he stills himself, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of my hips as he keeps his spasming cock sheathed inside my pussy.
My body still moving erratically from the orgasm, I collapse on top of the bed; he follows after me, his body pressed on top of mine as he coats my insides with a torrent of warm cum. We remain like that for God knows how long; his frozen body on top of mine as sibling orgasms takes us as hostages. He keeps cumming for what seems like forever, filling me up to the brim... And then he cums some more. He keeps spurting until thick strands of semen drip out of my pussy and down my thighs, spoiling the sheets with proof of what we’ve done.
After an eternity of ecstasy, he’s finally done. He pulls out from me slowly, each inch that slides out of me drawing a purr out of my lips. I expect him to collapse on the bed by my side, utterly and completely spent, but that’s not what he does; instead, he squeezes both my ass as he leans into me, pressing his mouth against my cum-soaked pussy. I tremble as I feel his tongue running up and down my inner lips, scooping his own seed, and my eyes roll in their orbits as he greedily sucks my folds into his mouth. Licking and sucking, he only stops when my pussy is cleaned dry, all of his load taken care of.
Liam finally lying by my side, I open my eyes to face the man who has given me the best fuck of my life. His lips are glistening, thick drops of cum dripping down his chin. With a tired smile, I press my mouth against his, parting my lips as his tongue slides inside; our tongues wrestling, we swap the thick strands of semen he held inside his mouth, his salty flavor inundating me at once. When I open up my eyes again, he’s running one hand through my hair, looking at me with a tender but mischievous expression on his face. There are a few drops of cum still hanging on his chin so, never taking my eyes off of his, I reach for them with my tongue and scoop them up, swallowing all of his fluids with a satisfied grin.
"Vivian…" he whispers against me, "This was fucking perfect." I simply smile back at him, knowing that words can’t do justice to what happened between the two of us.
When I arrived in New Kingston I was already aware of the kind of man Liam was supposed to be… But nothing prepared me for the perfect sexy God I found leaning against the counter of a bar. And now here I am, naked and deeply satisfied... against every rule, law, and protocol.
And it feels amazing.
New York Daily Journal
IS SENATOR HAWTHORNE GETTING IN BED WITH THE ENEMY?
From the desk of Editor-at-Large, Michael Anders.
As Mayor of New York City, I have a unique insight. As the owner of my paper, here are my thoughts…
In what’s turning out to be the spectacle of the year, rumors are now flying that New York State’s junior Senator to Washington is now getting involved in the feud between Governor Carter and New Kingston Mayor Liam Jeffries.
Rumors began to fly Friday when the Senator was photographed with the Governor at a Midtown Manhattan restaurant that was hosting a fundraiser for the Governor sponsored by China National Bank. The two were seen talking, arm in arm, at many points. Speculation as to a romantic interest between both leaders, who are single, was rife after the party. Further speculation that this was due to the potential conflict between the Governor’s Clean Air Bill and Mayor Jeffries’ quest to bring back jobs to his state simply seemed to add fuel to the fire.
The rumors surrounding Vivian Hawthorne reached a fever pitch when local residents reported that she had been sighted speaking to Mayor Liam Jeffries the next day at a local tavern in New Kingston. The two seemed to residents and observers to be familiar and enjoying an intimate setting.
The Mayor of New Kingston has made interactions at taverns, bowling alleys, Little League and Pee Wee football games a hallmark of his administration's quest to connect with ordinary citizens. This has made him accessible to many constituents as per his proponents, while his detractors in the Governor’s office claim that the mayor has consequently lost sight of the bigger picture.
Vivian Hawthorne herself has not been one to shy away from the spotlight. At 29, she is the youngest Senator to serve in the history of the United States. But at times, she has been the center of—and indeed—courted close scrutiny. The daughter of a wealthy New England private banker, Vivian has nevertheless always sought to choose her own path, entering politics, and more recently, ending her affiliation with the Republican Party. Prior to ending her political affiliation, Senator Hawthorne was a registered Democrat.
When asked regarding her relative disloyalty to either party, the Senator has often commented that "America won’t find solutions by sticking to the causes of the problems." When challenged during a town hall meeting for her classification as an Independent, the Senator showed that she had the ability to stand up for herself when her reply to a verbal assault was, "Get the fuck out of here," before instructing her security personnel to forcibly eject her heckler. Indeed, the Senator has often flouted traditional norms of behavior—especially behavior that is still expected of women. A self-proclaimed, ‘strong woman’, the Senator has been seen and linked romantically to a variety of high profile men, including the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, several Fortune 500 CEOs, notable figures in the world of sports, as well as many A-list Hollywood actors. When asked regarding her very active dating life, the response that many have gotten has been a simple shrug and a comment of, "I like sex – what can I say? I want to have sex with winners, not losers."
Indeed, the outspoken nature of the Senator has many people watching the situation speculating that a simple feud between a small town mayor and a very liberal Governor may explode like nothing the state has ever seen. It remains to be seen if they predict correctly.
Carter
"Bastards," I mutter, throwing the newspaper down on top of my desk. The impact of it makes my pen roll onto the ground. What’s the use of passing legislation if people think they’re just going to circumvent it?
And why is Senator Hawthorne holding secret meetings with Liam Jeffries? Who does Liam think he is? I can feel my pulse quicken in irritation. I take a deep breath and pull a bottle of Bourbon from a small drawer in my desk. I keep a secret stash for moments like these. I picked it up—bourbon—after the Persian Gulf. Makes everything easier to deal with.
I bring the bottle to my lips and take a swig, and as the heat of the
liquid slides down my throat I remind myself that this isn't the Wild West and Liam isn't some rogue cowboy. I'm sitting in my office chair, and I swivel myself toward the window that overlooks an untouched, forested patch of trees—Sugar Maple, Beech, and Red Spruce. The natural landscape calms me.
Sure, it’s not New York City, but the power lies in Albany. Let’s see what Liam comes up with. I’ll slap him back down so hard he’ll forget his own goddamn name.
Because there is just one simple truth here, folks. Liam Jeffries can't bring these factory jobs to New Kingston with a blatant disregard for environmental law. He can’t decide that he’s going to poison the air, water, and crops for an entire state of 27 million people to bring in 10,000 jobs.
I won't let him get away with it. He thinks I don't care about the people of New Kingston, but he's wrong. I’m not just thinking about their wallets, I’m thinking about their lives. But of course Liam only cares about instant gratification—and booze and tits. Has he even considered what the future—
My thoughts are interrupted when the intercom on my phone buzzes. "Mr. Andrews?" I press the button to reply, "Yes Cathy?
"There's someone here to see you."
I don't re-call having a meeting. I quickly pull up my calendar on my cell phone and give it a quick scroll. Nothing. It's blank for the afternoon. "Have them make an appointment and return another day. My afternoon is full," I lie. Having an unscheduled meeting is the last thing I want to deal with today.
"She says it's important and that you wouldn’t want to keep her waiting."
There’s only one woman who flouts US politics so much.
Tina Ling.
I really need to get her off my back. But the problem is, she’s connected. Too connected.
