Free The Stolen Girl by Samantha Westlake Page B

the type of which Sterling hadn’t felt in years...

 

     
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    T he sun had set, and the room was growing dim, with only the lamps set on automatic timers providing light. But Sterling didn't dare get up, didn't dare let go of this woman on top of him, for fear that she would vanish, that this all would become one more trick his stressed mind was playing on him.
    The kissing grew more intense, and he could feel Carol’s hands running over him, sliding over his chest and curling around his neck. Sterling’s hands were busy too, pushing up on the woman’s blazer and pulling it back down her arms so that her shoulders were exposed. Carol briefly sat up and, breathing heavily, whipped off the offending garment and tossed it aside. Sterling’s fingers were immediately at the buttons of her blouse, and a moment later, her breasts were hidden only by the scant coverage of her bra.
    As he tore at her clothes, she returned the favor, and Sterling felt his pants loosen slightly as she popped his belt and the button hidden beneath. A minute later, she had the zipper down, and for the first time in years, another hand not his own was grabbing at his cock. He had a rock-hard erection, and a smile danced across the woman’s face as her fingers wrapped around its girth.
    Now both partially unclothed, they paused again, both of them panting for fresh air. “Oh, wow,” Carol breathed, sitting back but still not letting go of Sterling’s cock between her fingers. “This is not what I expected to be doing tonight…”
    “Are you saying we should stop?” Sterling replied. “Because if you want to, that’s okay.”
    Carol shook her head. Her blonde hair had been somewhat mussed by the recent activities, and was now standing up slightly from one side of her head. Rather than detract from her appearance, however, it only heightened her delicate features, sending a new rush of lust coursing through Sterling’s mind. He hadn’t been this horny in years - perhaps not since he was a teenager.
    “This isn’t how I expected, but it is how things were in my daydreams!” she replied, and her fingers rubbed up and down along Sterling’s length.“Can I make a confession to you?”
    “Of course,” Sterling replied, leaning back a little to gaze into her eyes.
    “I'm one of your biggest supporters,” Carol admitted. “I mean, we're the FBI – we aren't supposed to pick sides, especially in politics. But ever since I first saw a few of your campaign speeches, well, I was hooked. Your policies are smart, you're such a good speaker, and god, you’re attractive!”
    As he listened to these words, Sterling couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face. It was so easy in politics to quickly grow bitter, jaded, disillusioned with the system. And it was so rare to meet someone who actually believed in him. And this woman, this sharp and whip-smart woman in his arms, thought that he was worthy of her greatest respect! It filled him with happiness.
    In response, Sterling lunged up, his hands swinging around to her back to pop the clasp on her bra. It had been a few years, but he still had the skills! The shaped fabric fell away, revealing Carol’s breasts, small and high-seated, with pale nipples. They looked glorious, and Sterling had to have them in his mouth.
    As he sucked on her nipples, Carol turned her attention towards her own pants, releasing the clasp and shoving them down to her knees, as far as they would go in her current position. Sterling slipped one hand down to slide along her now-exposed ass, curling around to touch the soft, thin tangle of hair between her thighs. On his fingers he felt dampness. He longed to taste her.
    After a few more seconds, Carol gave him that opportunity. She planted one hand on his forehead and pushed back, sending him crashing down to the couch. Before he could recover, she spun around on top of him, her ass now hovering in front of his face and her head down