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

old again,” he said, pushing the hot, searching head of his cock against my clit. I whimpered, reaching up and digging my nails into the back of his neck. He thrust again, and I wrapped my legs around him.

    “Older. Just slightly older,” I said, sighing and pulling him into me. He reached for a condom on the bedside table, opening with his teeth and pulling away from me to slip it on. He pressed into me again, this time moving the tip of his cock to my slippery cleft, entering me with agonizing slowness. A pulse of desire ran through my body, and I cried out as he took me by the waist, entering me all at once and stretching me open fully. He pumped into me, grinding his hips into mine, making the pressure inside of my body build, all of my muscles tensing at once. A hot flush filled my body, the ripples of pleasure trilling through my center.  

    “You, you are most beautiful,” he whispered, grabbing one of my thighs and thrusting hard. He pulled me on top, and I cried out, pushing myself down hard and angling myself so that my clit hit against the base of his cock. I rode him slowly at first, grabbing onto the bed frame for leverage. With every movement, my slick, sensitive flesh hit his, the fire growing inside of me. The flames worked their way up my thighs, and into my belly. I moaned and arched my back, clutching at the bed with one hand and gripping his arm with the other. My body began to tremble, shocks traveling through my core and out into each cell of my body. John pounded into me from below, taking me over the edge of sanity, fucking me hard so that there was nothing of me left… only the need for pleasure, the desire to give myself to this man, and this man only. I cried out, and my orgasm washed through me, like fire catching, like a wave hitting shore… timeless and powerful and primal. My legs shook, and I fell against him. Letting go of the bed, I took John into an embrace, kissing him hard. I lifted myself again, and he brought his hands to my waist, watching me as I thrust my body against his.  

    “Most beautiful,” he panted. He lifted me and pumped into me from below, but slower this time, his rhythm more controlled. I closed my eyes, sighing as he pushed his cock inside of me, filling me to the hilt again and again. He let out a mighty groan, his fingers gripping the flesh of my ass. The room around us went blank, and another climax swept through me, longer and slower than the first. At the same moment, John’s muscles tensed and his thrusts became more insistent, pounding into me. He rammed into me one final time, growling as he met his own climax. I fell against him, and this time, I stayed there, my legs wrapped around his, our bodies a sweaty tangle. Slowly, I came back to myself, my thoughts reorganizing again and leaving the intoxicated haze of pleasure behind.

    “Then why wasn’t I on that stage with you?” I whispered. He rolled me to my side and kissed me.  

    “Would you want to be?” His lips found mine, strong and insistent. “Would you want all that comes with it?” I paused for a moment. Would I want that? The senator’s younger girlfriend, one of his employees. I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent, his closeness. If it meant being with him, then maybe I’d learn to deal with it. Maybe.

    For once, I let myself drift off in a man’s arms, denying caution, denying responsibility. I slept as John went downstairs again to make the rounds with his supporters. And when he came back to me after midnight, he held me in his arms, kissing me tenderly. And there was love, softer and sweeter, when we woke near five in the morning. He entered me, filling me while I was still half sleeping, making me cry out and clutch him with need. I cried out, coming hard with my legs wrapped around his perfectly sculpted body. Afterwards, I stole out of bed, determined to get back to my apartment and rest for once.  

    “See you Monday,” he said. “And maybe some other