Page 50 of The Senator's Secret

“It was,” he agrees. And then he cups my face in his hands and gently forces me to look at him. “But now tell me what’s really wrong.”

“What are we doing here?” I sigh. “Should we really be faking this relationship any longer?”

“It didn’t feel so fake when you were begging for my cock this morning,” he says, and I flinch. “Don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Don’t pull away from me.” And then he crushes his mouth to mine, and like I always do, my body caves to his demands.

I grip his hair in between my fingers and pull as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. Jake drops down to the floor to sit on his knees in front of me and pushes down the top of my beautiful dress, my breasts popping free. He kisses and licks and nips his way down my throat and sucks a pink tip into his mouth, and I moan.

I arch my body, desperate for some kind of friction to put out the flames, and he answers me by bunching the skirt of my dress up over my thighs and higher still until he exposes my panties. The ripping sound tears through the air around us, and my panties are gone. Jake shoves them in his coat pocket along with his discarded bowtie.

“You can’t deny what we have together,” he growls as he runs a fingertip through the moisture at my slit. “You’re so wet for me.”

“Yes,” I admit as he slowly penetrates me with a finger. It’s so much and yet not enough. And even sooner, Jake takes it away.

The clank of his belt sounds over our breathing as he unbuckles it and unzips his slacks, freeing his hard cock. Otherwise, he is still completely dressed, and there is something so forbidden, so erotic about that, and it makes me desperate for him.

Jake grips his hard length at the base and closes his eyes. It’s the only sign he is as out of control right now as I am.

But it’s when he leans forward and opens them, focusing those burning baby blues on me, that my breath seizes in my lungs. I’m not sure what I see there, but I do know there will be no escaping it.

And then he notches the tip of his cock at my entrance and slams home. On instinct, I wrap Jake up in my arms and legs as he pulls almost all the way out and drives into me over and over again.

“Do not run from me,” he demands as he pumps harder.

“No,” I whisper.

“I will find you.” He plunges faster. This will be a hard and fast fuck, and it’s what we both need right now. Too many emotions are swirling too close to the surface.

“Yes.”

“And I will fuck you until you forget why you ran in the first place.” Oh fuck, fuck, I’m so close. This wild, primal way Jake commands me, owns me, has me spiraling higher and higher.

“Jake,” I plead.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes,” I pant and cling even tighter to him.

“Say it,” he demands as his movements become more erratic.

“I’m yours,” I cry out, and then I come, with Jake following me over the edge.

We cling to each other as our hearts continue to beat faster than normal, his cock still planted deep inside me, connecting us in the most intimate of ways. When he pulls out, I miss him. He tucks himself back into his slacks and does up his belt. Jake looks as if nothing is out of the ordinary for him, and I look like a disheveled mess.

He follows my gaze to look down at me, my breasts exposed with little red love bites peppered all over them. My dress is hiked up over my thighs where streaks of his cum begin to dry, and my panties are long gone. The look of male pride in his eyes is ridiculous and intoxicating. Even after everything, I still want him, and what does that say about me?

Jake swipes his fingertips through the combined moisture between my legs and gently wipes it over the tops of my thighs again and again. My mind goes back to this morning when he said he likes to see his cum on me. He dips his middle finger inside me, and I bite my lip to keep from calling out, from begging him for more. And then he takes that finger and traces my lower lip with it. It smells of me and him and sex and sin, and I swipe at it with my tongue. Jake follows the movement with his eyes before crushing his mouth to mine. But the kiss is over much too soon, and he’s tucking my sensitive breasts back into my dress and smoothing my hair from my face.

“We’re home.”

“A fairytale ending is sure to be near.”

Chapter 15

Consequences