by Dark Angel
His hands are on my ass, his fingers spread wide as he raises his hands and lowers it back down. The sound of his hand hitting my ass echoes dryly through the room, and he does it again, hard enough to leave a mark. I moan each time his hands fall on my ass, the pain running up my spine as it turns into pleasure.
It doesn’t take long for that sinful energy to start building up in my muscles again, and I do exactly the same as before; I take two fingers and press them on my clit, rubbing it in fast anxious circles. Alongside that electric feeling I feel something else inside of me… A kind of tense pressure that urges me to go harder on my clit. And that’s exactly what I do, Liam smacking my ass once again as my cheeks bounce over his lap.
"That’s it…" Liam whispers, and even though my eyes are closed I can feel the grin he has on his lips. "Don’t stop now, baby. Go all the way," he urges me, almost as if he knows the kind of pressure that’s building inside of me.
When the pressure is almost too much, I hesitate, not knowing if I should go all the way, but then I remember his words, and all hesitancy goes out the window. Riding him hard and still rubbing my clit, I come with a cry of pleasure, my pussy squirting a translucent fluid.
"Oh, God," I moan, my fingers still moving fast over my clit as I squirt. This is insane; I can’t help but think as I look down, my fluids dripping down Liam’s waist. He doesn’t seem to mind though; his satisfied smile couldn’t be any wider even if he tried.
My muscles are still twitching when I roll to the side, completely collapsing on top of the mattress. Liam turns to me, runs his hand through my hair and lays a gentle kiss on my neck.
"Tired?" he asks me, the tone of his voice telling me that he already knows the answer to his question.
"Never," I respond, turning to him and kissing him. As we lock lips, he climbs on top of me, my legs parting so that he can fit his body between my thighs. He grabs both my ankles and lifts my legs up in the air, resting them over his shoulders as he leans into me. My body bends as he pushes on my legs with his shoulders, and he grabs his cock and places it right against my pussy; he leans even more, pressing his lips against mine as my legs support his weight.
"Good," he finally says. "Because I’m not tired at all." With that, he thrusts, his cock sliding easily inside of me; the position I’m in allows him to go deeper than before, the tip of his cock pressing against my depths and fanning the bright coals of desire that carpet my mind.
I let out a cry of pleasure and that spurs him into action - he starts to thrust immediately, moving his hips so fiercely that, even though my brain is sending the order down to my throat, I can’t stop screaming. My own fluids acting as lubricant, his cock slides in and out easily, Liam’s pace making me feel vulnerable to the jaws of ecstasy once again.
I open my mouth—I don’t know if to moan or to scream—but all that leaves my lips is a shy groan. My muscles are becoming taut again and, even though I’ve just came, I’m almost ready to do it again. Each thrust of his pushes me closer to it, and it’s only a matter of time till I burst again.
He keeps his body pressed against my legs, keeping them up in the air as he ravages me. The position I’m in makes it easier for his cock to reach my innermost spots, the hidden depths in me burning up. It’s so fucking easy to be consumed by ecstasy when I’m like this.
Dangling over the edge again, I close my eyes and surrender to the sweet embrace of pleasure. I come again, my body shivering as if I were running a fever; I’m bunching up the sheets, my fingers tugging at them harshly as my body convulses. He keeps fucking me through my orgasm, mercilessly using his cock to pound into me as waves of pleasure explode inside my head.
How many times have I already come since he pressed his body against mine? I have no idea, and I don’t care; with Liam, there’s no way I can keep a count. When you’re coming more than twice in a row, it just becomes meaningless.
Feeling my spasms coming to an end, Liam finally takes my legs out from his shoulders, and then pulls his cock out from my pussy. Kneeling between my thighs, he looks down at me.
"Come for me, Liam…" I start to say, the words leaving my mouth before I can think them through. "Stroke yourself and come over me…" Without needing further instructions, he curls his fingers around his cock and starts jerking himself, his hand moving furiously as his eyes take in the sight of my naked—and spent—body.
It doesn’t take him long; breathing hard through his gritted teeth, I notice his chiseled muscles bulging as they harden up, his whole body becoming as tense as a nocked arrow. His cock spasms slightly and I let out a moan of anticipation; not even a second after that, he starts to cum.
Spraying my pussy, stomach and tits with his cum, Liam lets out a loud groan of ecstasy, never letting go of his cock. A few strands of his salty seed hit me square in the face, but most of it falls across my chest, burying both my breasts in a river of semen. I lay back as he cums all over me, my hands going to my breasts; his cock still gushing, I start squeezing my tits, rubbing them and smearing his juices all over my naked skin. It just feels right to be covered in his seed, and so I keep rubbing it all over my body until his orgasm starts to recede.
When he finally stops, he doesn’t let go of his cock; he remains looking at me, cum dripping down his shaft and into his hand. I look into his eyes, smiling, and his lips curl upward in response.
"That was so good. So unbelievably good," I whisper, sitting up and feeling thick strands of cum sliding down my body. Locking eyes with Liam, I rub the open palm of my hand between my breasts, until it’s completely coated in cum, and then take it to my mouth. I don’t even blink or look away from him; using only my tongue, I lick my hand dry, allowing his flavor to dance inside my mouth.
"It was," he agrees, finally letting go of his cock and sitting next to me. "But you were right."
"I was?"
"Yes. I can see it in your eyes. Something’s missing." His lips turn into a serious line, and I can see him trying to escape Carter’s shadow, but failing to do so. It’s true; after the moment the three of us shared, things will never be the same. I know it; he knows it. I just wonder if Carter knows it.
"Something’s missing," I agree, leaning in and pressing my lips against his. "But we’re here now."
"We are. Just the two of us."
Just the two of us… How much better would it be if I could say something slightly different? Something like... Just the three of us. It sounds so much better, doesn’t it?
New York Daily Journal
DRAIN THE SWAMP! JUST DON’T FORGET THE SENATOR…
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 perhaps what many people are calling an inevitable conclusion to the "culture of corruption" that this paper has reported on extensively, conservative and liberal lawmakers today came together in a bi-partisan effort to send a strong message to the people that the age of pay-to-play politics has ended in New York State.
Early yesterday morning, lawyers were sent to formally deliver a notice of subpoena to Governor Carter Andrews in corruption hearings that will be held in front of the State Congressional Ethics Committee.
At the heart of the matter is whether Governor Carter Andrews received financial assistance from foreign sources in order to send jobs overseas under the guise of an environmental law. Governor Andrews is expected to be the only one who has been contacted to testify.
From the State House to City Hall, the town of New Kingston has also followed suit and begun a petition drive to begin impeachment proceedings against Mayor Liam Jeffries. This follows allegations from high ranking Chinese officials that the mayor attempted to sell to a foreign government the Boltiador family commitment to build factories in New Kingston and sought to parlay that into a series of campaign contributions for a possible gubernatorial run in two years time. If impeached, the youngest Mayor in the history of this
country will also be the youngest elected official to ever be removed from office.
As the accusations mount and the investigations into both men begin to gain traction, observers are noting that one person has not yet been held accountable for the sordid descent that this state’s leaders are going through. Senator Vivian Hawthorne has managed to stay relatively safe despite leading both men into situations that could end their career.
It is my considered opinion as Editor-In-Chief that we not forget the part that Vivian Hawthorne has played in corrupting these men. Openly flaunting her sexuality in front of a nation as one of its leaders, she has severely misused the trust that the citizens have placed in her. At the Daily Journal, we believe that neither men would have walked down this path toward scandal had they not been seduced and corrupted by Vivian Hawthorne.
It stands to note that both the Governor and the Mayor had impeccable careers until they crossed paths with the Senator. It also stands to note that had the Senator not intervened, it is very probable that a solution would have quite likely been found. Instead, due to the interference of Vivian Hawthorne, both men were led astray—colluding in a manner that smacks of old-style backroom corruption, and engaging in lewd and lascivious sexual conduct that warrants censure in and of itself.
This Editorial Board strives to be fair and objective in its reporting of politicians that guide our lives. However, in this instance, it is hard to find even one area that the Senator has that does not deserve condemnation. Our only hope is that citizens take the fight to their representatives and demand a recall of Vivian Hawthorne before she can do more damage.
Carter
"Bury her," Tina says, leaning over the desk and focusing her eyes on me. "She’s already on the ropes; all you need to do is give her a final push. If you bring Vivian down, there’s still a way out of this." She pauses, unblinking, and then adds a sadistic "it’s kill or be killed."
Settling back on my chair at the head of the desk, I look at my Chief of Staff, Curtis. He’s sitting next to Michele, my Press Secretary. He was the one who scheduled this meeting, anxious to stop this situation from reaching the point of no return. Going down the road of sitting down with Tina Ling—who I don’t trust and know is lying. But he seems to think there’s no other recourse. So he summoned her as well. The most important members of my cabinet drove up to the NY State Executive Mansion, and now here we are, huddled in a room as we decide on the fate of Vivian Hawthorne.
I want to solve this as much as Curtis does, but I’m not sure I like what I see in Tina’s eyes: blood lust. We have become like the Spanish Inquisition, deciding who we are going to set fire to. There are no acquittals or assumptions of innocence; someone will have to burn, that much is a given... And my job is to make sure it isn’t the Governor’s office going up in flames.
"It might not be pretty, but…" Curt starts, fidgeting with his thumbs. He has that look in his face, the same one people have when they’re trying to figure out if they should turn left or right at the intersection. On one hand, he’s my Chief of Staff, but on the other… He just can’t hide how much he agrees with Tina. "Mrs. Ling is right. This is our way out. This is our opening… And we should take it."
I look from one to the other and then around the table, anxiety in everyone’s eyes; they’re ready to pile up the wood, grab the pitchforks and light the torches. All they is need my nod and Vivian’s body strapped to a pole. When did the Governor’s cabinet turn into a lynch mob?
All in all, there are thirteen of us around the table—an oddly fitting number for such a somber meeting. Everyone’s waiting for me to say the word. They have no idea what they’re asking of me. And if they do, they just don’t care. After all, their careers are on the line as well… At least, that’s one of the points Tina has been hammering on since this meeting started. She’s trying to rouse my cabinet and undermine my authority, and she isn’t even hiding it.
"Is that what everyone thinks we should do? Go after the Senator?" I ask, my throat feeling as dry as summer wood. There’s a nervous silence in the room, and then Curtis clears his throat.
"It’s the only way," he starts, flat certainty in his voice. "We take her out, lay the blame at her feet. Once she’s out of the Senate, we might just be able to place someone more… amiable in her position." I stare at him in silence, trying to clear my mind and think through what he’s saying. This is my job after all—to make tough calls. I’ve made countless decisions since I assumed the title of Governor, a lot of them hard ones, but this one towers above all others. For the first time in years, I have no idea on what I should do. Throwing Vivian under the bus would be the easy way out, but I’m not sure if I’m the kind of man capable of doing such a thing.
"You’re the Governor, Carter, and these people are not your friends," Tina starts, and I can see almost everyone around the table nodding in silent agreement. "This is politics, you’d do well to remember that."
"She’s right," Curtis agrees, although somewhat hesitantly. He always hated this part of the job, getting me to agree on something he knows I don’t want to do. He sounds sour and hesitant, but still he pushes through. "There’s a lot at stake here. We can’t let personal feelings get in the way."
What he’s really trying to say is that I can’t think clearly. That I've allowed my feelings to stop me from seeing what should be done. And, as much as it pains me to admit it, he’s right. Because what they’re asking me to do isn’t a simple political call. They’re asking me to throw the woman I love under the bus. The woman I love, I repeat the thought to myself, letting it echo inside my head. The woman I love.
"Carter," Tina says, taking my silence for weakness. Her hunger for blood is so overpowering that she doesn’t mind who she buries her fangs in. "Do it. Everyone knows this is the right call,” she continues. Do it, bury her, go for the kill; her eyes tell me. Beautiful as she might be, right now she looks like a wolf, laying low with a snarl and baring its teeth as it sneaks toward its prey. She knows my own cabinet is taking her side, and she’s positioning herself as their unofficial speaker, trying to press me to the give the order.
I never liked being pushed around.
"No," I say, going up to my feet and staring at her. Whatever happens, whatever the consequences, I won’t go after Vivian, even if it costs me my career. How could I do it when all these memories still linger in my mind? When I can’t forget the way her skin feels under my fingertips, or the way our eyes lock when our bodies are pressed together… How could I go after the woman I love? No, I won’t do that.
Tina leans back against her chair, her lips pursing as a scowl takes over her face. Her eyes have gained a hard edge, and I can’t help but think of her as lacking a soul, her slender body and delicate smile nothing more than transportation and cover for a sociopathic demon. My Chief of Staff looks from me to her, but he remains in silence; no words are being said, but he’s smart enough to know that a battle of wills is going on between me and this mysterious woman—Communist Party member, China First Bank representative, even Mayor of Shanghai. Even though he might think she’s right, Curtis is loyal to a fault and won’t take part in a cabinet revolution.
"You have no idea what you’re doing, Carter," she hisses, going up to her feet. There’s more than just anger in her voice; there’s hatred. "Look around you; even your own cabinet knows that you’re a shame to the Governor’s office. And all because of that woman!"
For the first time in days, I feel peaceful. Hesitation has finally given way to clarity. Tina Ling—who does she think she is? And why is she even sitting here? She doesn’t care about New York, but I do, and in their own way, so does Liam and Vivian. We might not agree on everything, but our purpose is the same. And here I am, listening to Tina as she tries to pit the people who care about this state against one another.
"Tina, don’t take this the wrong way…" I say, a polite smile on my lips as I stare her down. "But you can go to Hell. I’m the New York’s Governor, and you’re no long
er welcome here." I’m not even mad right now. I feel at ease, my course of action suddenly becoming self-evident. I can’t believe I’ve let a foreign politician string me along for so much, but there’s still time to fix my mistakes. There’s a way out of this.
"I know you came once and I told you to go," I say to her. "And I know Curtis invited you again and I heard you out completely. I can safely say now that I truly want nothing to do with you. Ever."
There’s silence.
"You’re going to regret this," she seethes, pushing her chair back. Her body is tense, her petite frame charged with the fury of someone who just had her prize snatched away at the last minute. With one final look of contempt, she turns on her heels and storms out of the office, slamming the door on her way out. Curtis’ eyes follow after her, an oh-shit expression plastered all over his face. No one in the room says a word, but I feel their eyes boring on me like nails.
"Thank you for letting me know where you stand," I start, slowly addressing each one of the members of my cabinet. "Let me assure you; there’s a way out of this, and it won’t require for us to sell our souls in order to save our careers. Your trust in me is, and has always been, well placed. Now, if you’ll excuse me," I head for the door, buttoning my jacket on the way out, "I have work to do."
Heading straight for the courtyard, I feel my resolve hardening with each step I take. My driver is smoking a cigarette, leaning against the car with a wistful look on his face, but he puts it out the moment he lays eyes on me, straightening up almost as if he were a soldier who just saw his commanding officer.
"Get the engine running. We’re moving," I tell him as I step inside the car. I’m going to solve this—whatever it takes. I tell my driver the directions, and it doesn’t take long for the car to be rolling down the highway.
