by Alexis Angel
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 cock 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 an 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 pict
ure.
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.
She’s a Managing Director at China First. They’re bankrolling politicians left and right.
If I want to keep my job, continuing to serve the public, I’m going to have to deal with people like her.
"I'm sure it can wait another day," I say with irritation.
"She says it's can't wait, Mr. Andrews."
I let out a sigh. "If it's that urgent, send her in," I say with reluctance.
Tina Ling walks in. She’s got on a tight back pencil skit, and a white blouse. She struts in, her hips and ass sashaying across my office. I'll give her credit. She's a woman with confidence. She has black hair cropped in an A-line bob, and maybe it's her five-inch heels, or maybe it's her red lipstick, but she now has my full attention.
"You aren't an easy man to meet with, apparently. Do you always make it this hard for visitors?"
"Ms. Ling, it's a pleasure," I say, standing up. I straighten my tie and reach out to shake her hand once I realize who she is. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Let's drop the formalities from the other night, Carter. You can call me Tina," she says with a smile. I watch as she leans on my desk, just enough to reveal the deep crevice between her breasts. I can't help but think about how great her breasts look.
"Have you ever visited Shanghai?"
I think for a moment before responding. "Yes, actually, I was there for a conference once. Beautiful city, Mayor. Very beautiful."
"Then you can picture the Huangpu River, and the unrivaled, futuristic skyline of our Pudong district—a true testament to innovation and industry if you ask me—the Shanghai Tower, and the Oriental Pearl TV Tower, standing tall and massively erect, poking into those pink spheres. I know I can appreciate a stiff pole when I see one." I watch as her eyes glance down at my crotch and I take a quick gulp of air. Is she looking for my cock? I cough a bit to clear my throat.
"Ms. Ling—Tina—while I'm flattered that you've stopped in for a visit today, I get the feeling that there's something you're not saying."
"Smart man," she purrs, walking closer to me. I catch a look at her eyes and notice the intensity of her gaze. This is a woman on a mission. "Shanghai is one of the largest cities in the world, and as I'm sure you are aware, it is a financial and cultural epicenter."
"Yes, of course. There's no denying Shanghai's importance."
"And I am aware of the conflict brewing between you and Liam Jeffries."
"Well, I wouldn't necessarily call it—"
She cuts me off. "No need to hedge the fact that Mr. Jeffries is a thorn in your side—in both of our sides—and I think I can help."
When she says this, I sit up straight in my chair, giving her my focused attention.
"What are you proposing?" I ask.
"You're a wealthy man, but I can make you wealthier. I can help you raise more money than you ever thought possible, and together we can take down Liam Jeffries. You can't allow him to run wild in the streets of New Kingston—it's criminal. The law should be respected, don't you agree?"
She steps in closer, closing the gap between us. Her hand is now on my arm. It's a soft and unassuming touch, but I can't help but look down at her perfectly manicured nails and delicate hand. She rubs her hand up my arm and rests it on my shoulder, and continues, "Why's a strong, powerhouse of a man such as yourself letting Liam Jeffries step all over you?"
"He's far from stepping on me. He's impulsive, yes. He's an imprudent Mayor who thinks he can get his way—regardless of the law—by simply winning the hearts of the people."
"And can he?"
"Not if I can help it."
"Good, that's what I like to hear Mr. Andrews," she purrs, moving her hand to my tie now and loosening the knot. It falls apart under her skillful touch and I get the feeling she's done this before. My mind is telling me that I should usher her out. I quickly move my body out of her reach even
though there's a part of me that wants to see how this will play out.
"You keep control of Liam," she purrs, "And I'll find your money."
"And why would I need your help, Ms. Ling?" I say, trying to bring a hardened edge to my voice.
I’m going to be honest with you, okay? If that were Vivian Hawthorne standing in front of me, this wouldn’t even be a question right now. My cock would already be out, throbbing, and ready to go.
But this isn’t Vivian.
She approaches me again and this time she has my tie completely loose now; she pulls it off slowly from around my neck. The silk brushes against my face and as she leans in, one of her breasts presses against my cheek. I can smell a hint of her perfume—seductive, spicy, mysterious, and dominant. I think back to the newspaper article, and again, my mind tells me I shouldn't be doing this. I don't need help from Shanghai. I can take this on myself. Besides, I need to find Vivian Hawthorne. I need to talk to her, if it isn't too late. I gently nudge Tina away from me and say, "It won't be easy. It looks like he my have the help of Senator Hawthorne now, but I'm sure I can manage. Thank you anyways."
This only brings her closer. If it's one thing I know, this woman is persistent. She isn't letting me off the hook. She unbuttons her blouse and I get a look at her perfect breasts cupped in a red lace bra. How is this even happening? She has one hand on my pants and leans in, whispering into my ear, "Nice pants. Do you mind if I test the zipper out."
"I—uh—I don't think that's—"
But before I can finish, I feel her pulling my belt from its buckle and she grabs the zipper of my pants, pulling it down in one metallic whizzing sound. My pulse is racing. I can feel my heart hammering through my chest. It's as if she can sense it now because she unbuttons my shirt and places one hand on my bare chest.