Free Scandalous: The Senator's Secret Bride by Imani King Page A

 

    “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

    “That’s just the point,” he said, sitting the champagne down and pulling me into his arms. The warmth spread through my legs, reaching that center I’d left untouched for so long. But oh yes, John had accessed that part of me. And that’s what had led me to his room, had led me into his arms. He crushed his lips to mine, the sharp, dry taste of champagne on his lips. “It makes it a thousand times better,” he whispered, leaning in to bite gently on my earlobe, his breath hot and heavy against my skin. I moaned, every hair standing on end, gooseflesh taking my body over. Every moment spent waiting… every day spent on the road. This want had been bundled up inside of me, and here, in this room, I was a creature of desire. The shouldn’ts all disappeared, and we stood together, man and woman, a tangle of limbs. He ran his fingers over the sensitive hollow of my neck, tracing the lines of my body.

    “And haven’t you wanted this?” He trailed one finger over the neckline of my dress, down to the thin orange and red silk that covered my breasts.  

    “I’d be lying,” I said, gasping for air as his thumb brushed across my nipple, “If I said no.” He took down his trousers, exposing his stiff cock. I reached out and ran my fingers over the head and down the thick, hot shaft.

    “Christ, Sonia,” he said. He grabbed me, fingers digging into the flesh of my arms, and kissed me again. I opened my mouth, tasting him, wanting him inside of me more than I’d ever wanted anything.  

      I groaned. His hands found my hips and gripped them hard. Bolder now, I pushed him back to the bed and knelt before him. He put his hands to my hair and pulled slightly, groaning as I began to stroke him. I reached the tip of my tongue out to the head of his cock, licking around the tip and taking it gently between my lips. I ran my palm over his shaft, stroking in a steady rhythm as I tasted him. His musk, the saltiness of his skin… drove me to near-insanity. My sex pulsed, slick and waiting, the flesh there ready to be filled. I took in as much of his shaft as I could, his skin hot against my tongue. His hands caressed the curls of my tousled hair, his touch gentle and sure. Moaning with a masculine, throaty rasp, he pulled my hair and pumped into my face. I brought my hand down to the base of his shaft, gripping it tight and relishing the feeling of him filling my mouth and then my throat.  

    He let out a groan and pulled me away, lifting me up and throwing me on the bed. In a flurry of movement, he unzipped my dress and cast it to the floor. His hands ran over my trembling body and up to my breasts, cupping them and twirling my nipples with his fingers. I lay before him again, completely vulnerable and exposed. Arousal sung through my body, each nerve ending set on fire, each cell filled with longing. In avoiding him over and over, I’d only let my desire for him build up to the point where I was like a kettle, about to boil over. I lifted my hips and pulled down my panties, throwing them aside and bringing one hand to my pussy. I moved two fingers over my clit, creating small circles. I groaned, and another rush of wetness came to me. John stroked himself and stepped out of his discarded pants, moving to kneel on the bed between my legs. I pulled him into me with my legs, his body falling against mine. Lifting my hands to unbutton my shirt, I sought out the rippling hardness muscles.  

    “For an older man, you’re certainly pretty fine.”

    “For an older man?” He laughed and cupped my breasts, shrugging out of his shirt and throwing off his red tie. “I’m in better shape than I was when I was twenty. And you’re so damn gorgeous you make me feel like I’m twenty again. Like I could dive into you and go all night long.” He thrust his cock against the slick flesh of my pussy, hitting against my clit and sending vibrations deep into my center. “Tell me I’m