Say Yes, Senator

He took another step toward me, and now he was standing too close for it not to be suspicious. Thankfully, there was no one in the hall, but that fact didn’t calm down my erratic heart beat in the slightest.

“I wanted to see you, Camilla,” he said quietly, trapping me with his fiery gaze. “I couldn’t quite concentrate on my work today knowing you were near me.” My pulse quickened even more. “I couldn’t wait to see you.”

I licked my lips, something pulling me to play a dangerous game. “And now that you’ve seen me…” I looked at him under my eyelashes. “What are you going to do?”

It took him only seconds to scan our surroundings and pull me into a coat closet that was ten feet away from us. He flipped on the light switch and closed the door behind him, his face taut with lust.

“The question is—What am I not going to do?”

He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me, pressing his erection against my mound. I moaned into his mouth and covered his hands with mine, arching my back to get closer to him. He tasted of mint and something that was his, and the taste was equally exquisite as the scent of his cologne.

His hand traveled down my front and underneath my skirt, rewarding me with a faint brush of his fingers against my undies.

“Mmm, already wet? Nice,” he muttered into my lips and continued kissing me, sliding his hand underneath my panties. He found my clit right away and started rubbing it in circles, messing with my mind.

“Yes… Ah so good…” He leaned away to look at me, panting.

“You’re so beautiful. I have no idea what you’ve done to me, but I can’t stop thinking about you. That day in the hotel room wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.”

Leaving those words to hang in the air, he dropped to his knees, pushed my panties aside, and buried his face into my pussy. And just like that, the world narrowed to the sensations he was creating in me, filled with pure bliss and nothing else.

7

Merritt

I was addicted. There was no other way to explain why I couldn’t get Camilla out of my head these days.

I was supposed to be over her. We had got a good time, and sex—no matter how mind-blowing it was—was just that. Sex. I didn’t do commitments, and I certainly wasn’t the one to chase the girl. I had a taste of her, perfect. We were finished, goodbye.

But Camilla… With her, everything was different. With her, everything felt more intense. It felt more real. Not only the way her pussy clamped around my cock, but also her sexy moans, her distorted face as she came, the way she screamed my name when I pushed her over the edge…

Then her captivating eyes. The way she looked at me like she was seeing the real me. Her intelligence. Her wits and her charm. Everything.

After that day in the hotel, I knew it was just a matter of time before I slept with her again. This job arrangement was perfect because I knew she would be close to me. I could see her and make sure she was satisfied with her new work place. I didn’t know why exactly, but her happiness mattered to me.

And then I arrived to my office with a massive boner in my pants this morning, and I couldn’t stop thinking about banging her. I wanted to go and see her, but I was too busy for that.

However, when the lunch break came, I knew I had to try to see her. As luck would have it, we stumbled upon each other, and the sexual tension between us was at an all-time high. That was all I needed to grab her and pull her into the nearest closet, too impatient to get a taste of her.

I had never done something like this at my job. I didn’t mix pleasure with work, but Camilla made me forget about all that, until all that mattered was only her.

I ran my tongue over he

r smooth lips before I pushed it into her mouth, reaching with my hand down to stroke her sweet pussy. She was incredibly wet and ready for me.

“You’re so beautiful. I have no idea what you’ve done to me, but I can’t stop thinking about you. That day in the hotel room wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough,” I said and went down to my knees, my mouth salivating at the thought of eating her pussy.

I could sense the scent of her arousal, and it was the best fucking smell. Pulling her sexy red panties to the side, I pressed my face into her beautiful pussy. Her hands reached out to grab my head and keep me in place.

“What are you doing to me?” Her voice was almost whiny, her breaths coming out short and quick. “It’s sooo good. Yes. Right there.”

I was licking her clit like I was lapping at an ice cream, except her pussy was ten times better than an ice cream. Her flavor couldn’t compare to anything else, and I was drowning in her. I rubbed my face against her, placing her leg over my shoulder to open her widely.

She was so fucking wet. When I pushed two fingers inside her slick hole, she swallowed them as if they were nothing. I wanted her pussy to swallow my cock in the same way.

I was switching between sucking her clit and licking her whole mound, increasing my tempo with each change of my movements, until she was a hot mess ready to explode any moment. Just when I sensed her close, I pulled away and unzipped my pants fast. I had a condom in my back pocket, so I fished it out and sheathed myself with it.

In two seconds, I turned her around, raised her skirt up her waist, and plunged into her, my cock throbbing like crazy.