and
wondered why he'd removed his glasses. For better pictures during
his speech?
"I won't tell if you won't."
"If I won't tell about what?"
"This."
I inhaled a sharp breath of surprise as Jack's
lips touched mine. Jack Richmond kissing me? It was the most
unexpected thing in the world!
His lips teased across mine in a gentle glide.
He cupped the back of my neck with one hand and caressed my cheek
with the other. When he playfully nibbled my lower lip, I clutched
at him, my fingers fisting the expensive wool gabardine fabric. He
coaxed my lips apart and darted his tongue inside.
Our tongues dueled but he mastered me. In my
twenty-one years, I'd never once been kissed like this. Jack
skillfully plundered my mouth. His tongue stabbed and twirled until
I shuddered and clung to him in a desperate attempt to stay on my
feet. My wobbly knees threatened to buckle at any
moment.
When our lips broke apart, I swallowed hard and
gazed into his lust-darkened eyes. "Jack…"
"Tell me to stop right now, Bee."
I knew that I should. I knew this wasn't right.
The congressman was just this side of forty and I was still in
college. The scandal that would come from him fucking me in this
hotel anteroom would ruin him. And there was no doubt in my mind
that he was going to fuck me. His rock-hard cock jutted against the
front of his trousers and poked my lower belly. He wanted me. He
wanted me so much his fingers shook as he trailed them along the
curve of my neck.
"I can't," I said finally. "I don't want you to
stop."
Jack smiled. "Thank Christ."
I touched a finger to his lips. "Thou shalt not
take the Lord's name in vain, Congressman."
He laughed and captured my mouth in a kiss that
left me dizzy and trembling. "He's a forgiving God. I'll make sure
to do my penance come Sunday. But first…"
I gasped as his hand slipped beneath the flimsy
fabric of my black cocktail dress. His palm slid along my outer
thigh to clasp my ass. He used his knee to shove my legs wide
apart. I tottered in my heels and used the door behind me for
support. The knowledge that we were separated from hundreds of
people, from reporters, fundraiser attendees and hotel employees,
by just the wooden slab at my back heightened my
excitement.
His hand moved between my thighs. He cupped my
pussy through the thin lace of my panties. I sucked in a ragged
breath. Jack's lips brushed my ear. His Southern twang left me
shivering. "Sugar, you're burning up."
I was on fire. In a matter of minutes, Jack had
taken me from cool and relaxed to hot and needy. I couldn't
remember ever getting this aroused so quickly. Granted, I could
count the number of times I'd had sex on one hand but none of those
trysts had left me shaking and on the verge of begging for
cock.
Jack's tongue plunged into my mouth. He roughly
yanked aside the crotch of my panties and bared my pussy to his
searching fingers. My lips tore away from his when his fingertips
traced the seam of my cunt. "Oh!"
"Sh," he said with a soft chuckle. "I don't
want security beating down this door."
I giggled and then gasped again as his fingers
explored my pussy. He parted my folds and encountered the slick
wetness seeping from my core. Groaning lightly, he touched his
forehead to mine. "You're so fucking wet, Bee."
To hear such dirty words, such profanity,
falling from his lips stunned me. This was nothing like the Jack
Richmond he portrayed to the world. To know that he was showing
this private side of himself thrilled me.
"Jack!" I hissed his name when his thick
fingers penetrated me. His thumb rolled across my clit and I nearly
died. My pussy clenched his thrusting fingers. He rubbed that
swollen pearl hidden there and grazed his lips across my
neck.
"Baby, you're so tight." He seemed in awe of
his discovery. "So fucking slick and hot." His fingers thrust into
me a bit faster now. "Let's see how fast I can make you
come."
"Ah!" I groaned against his neck. Impaled on
his hand, I gripped his arms and let him have
wondered why he'd removed his glasses. For better pictures during
his speech?
"I won't tell if you won't."
"If I won't tell about what?"
"This."
I inhaled a sharp breath of surprise as Jack's
lips touched mine. Jack Richmond kissing me? It was the most
unexpected thing in the world!
His lips teased across mine in a gentle glide.
He cupped the back of my neck with one hand and caressed my cheek
with the other. When he playfully nibbled my lower lip, I clutched
at him, my fingers fisting the expensive wool gabardine fabric. He
coaxed my lips apart and darted his tongue inside.
Our tongues dueled but he mastered me. In my
twenty-one years, I'd never once been kissed like this. Jack
skillfully plundered my mouth. His tongue stabbed and twirled until
I shuddered and clung to him in a desperate attempt to stay on my
feet. My wobbly knees threatened to buckle at any
moment.
When our lips broke apart, I swallowed hard and
gazed into his lust-darkened eyes. "Jack…"
"Tell me to stop right now, Bee."
I knew that I should. I knew this wasn't right.
The congressman was just this side of forty and I was still in
college. The scandal that would come from him fucking me in this
hotel anteroom would ruin him. And there was no doubt in my mind
that he was going to fuck me. His rock-hard cock jutted against the
front of his trousers and poked my lower belly. He wanted me. He
wanted me so much his fingers shook as he trailed them along the
curve of my neck.
"I can't," I said finally. "I don't want you to
stop."
Jack smiled. "Thank Christ."
I touched a finger to his lips. "Thou shalt not
take the Lord's name in vain, Congressman."
He laughed and captured my mouth in a kiss that
left me dizzy and trembling. "He's a forgiving God. I'll make sure
to do my penance come Sunday. But first…"
I gasped as his hand slipped beneath the flimsy
fabric of my black cocktail dress. His palm slid along my outer
thigh to clasp my ass. He used his knee to shove my legs wide
apart. I tottered in my heels and used the door behind me for
support. The knowledge that we were separated from hundreds of
people, from reporters, fundraiser attendees and hotel employees,
by just the wooden slab at my back heightened my
excitement.
His hand moved between my thighs. He cupped my
pussy through the thin lace of my panties. I sucked in a ragged
breath. Jack's lips brushed my ear. His Southern twang left me
shivering. "Sugar, you're burning up."
I was on fire. In a matter of minutes, Jack had
taken me from cool and relaxed to hot and needy. I couldn't
remember ever getting this aroused so quickly. Granted, I could
count the number of times I'd had sex on one hand but none of those
trysts had left me shaking and on the verge of begging for
cock.
Jack's tongue plunged into my mouth. He roughly
yanked aside the crotch of my panties and bared my pussy to his
searching fingers. My lips tore away from his when his fingertips
traced the seam of my cunt. "Oh!"
"Sh," he said with a soft chuckle. "I don't
want security beating down this door."
I giggled and then gasped again as his fingers
explored my pussy. He parted my folds and encountered the slick
wetness seeping from my core. Groaning lightly, he touched his
forehead to mine. "You're so fucking wet, Bee."
To hear such dirty words, such profanity,
falling from his lips stunned me. This was nothing like the Jack
Richmond he portrayed to the world. To know that he was showing
this private side of himself thrilled me.
"Jack!" I hissed his name when his thick
fingers penetrated me. His thumb rolled across my clit and I nearly
died. My pussy clenched his thrusting fingers. He rubbed that
swollen pearl hidden there and grazed his lips across my
neck.
"Baby, you're so tight." He seemed in awe of
his discovery. "So fucking slick and hot." His fingers thrust into
me a bit faster now. "Let's see how fast I can make you
come."
"Ah!" I groaned against his neck. Impaled on
his hand, I gripped his arms and let him have
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