"Recall Kate Meelios!" I hear another chant.
"Recall the Governor! Get the fuck out of New York!" more people yell.
Remember, this shit is captured on live television. New Yorkers are watching. They're getting fucking upset. And they're taking to the streets.
Coming here.
You already see them from every direction. On the horizon.
"Guardsman, shoot that man!" Kate says, flailing her arms at me. I look down. The red dot on my chest is gone.
"I'm giving you a command!" Kate yells.
It takes a long moment.
And then the Commander of the National Guard stands up and looks at Kate.
"No, ma'am, I cannot follow that order," he says to her. Then he turns to his men. "Fall back, soldiers. Let's take the Governor home."
You can feel the crowd cheer and shout and jeer Kate as the National Guard break formation and fall back. NYPD continues to stand guard but there's no need now. People are clapping and cheering. Hell, they're streaming content from Amy's website on the jumbo trons on 42nd street in the heart of Times Square. One last fuck you to Kate Meelios.
That's when I feel a delicate hand touch me.
I look over.
It's the most beautiful girl in the world.
Sure, she's a brat. A bad brat at that.
But she's a brat I wanna fuck till my eyes cross.
"Let's get out of here," Amy says, a smile on her face as her eyes tell me she's thinking the same thing as me.
Looks like I'm going to be doing just that.
34
Amy
Our lips lock fiercely, all of the adrenaline still running through my veins making me attack Parker furiously. After what felt like the end of the world, it feels good to be back in his arms.
Grabbing at his shirt, I let a growl rise from the back of my throat and I yank on it, forcing the buttons to pop out all at once. I hear their faint pop pop pop as they scatter around the floor, and I flatten the palm of my hands over Parker’s naked chest. With a violent push, I make him go back against the wall, and his eyes widen in surprise.
“Wicked Amy indeed,” he grins, sidestepping me and grabbing me by the wrists. Turning around fast, he makes me switch positions with him, pinning me against the wall while he holds my arms over my head.
“Wicked for you,” I say, reaching for him and pulling his lower lip between my teeth. He reacts by crushing his mouth against mine, our tongues finding one another fast and losing themselves in a lustful dance.
Letting go of my arms, Parker’s hands fall on my hips and, wasting no time, he lets them slide down to the hemline of my dress so that he can push it up to my waist. He presses his body against mine then, and I sigh heavily as I feel the hard shape of his cock pressing against my soaked pussy.
I grind against him, moving my hips as if they were a wave, and he grabs me by the ass, pulling me up and into him. “Now, I want you now,” I pant, one trembling hand reaching for his crotch while I place my other arm over his shoulder. I unbuckle his belt clumsily and, somehow, manage to open up his fly. I give a harsh tug to his boxer briefs, pulling them down, and I gasp as his cock springs free and smacks me right between my thighs.
“Now,” I repeat, my pussy burning with an uncontrollable need. Forget foreplay; I want his cock inside of me, and I want it now. Without saying a word, he slides one hand up my leg and, when he reaches my inner thigh, he flicks my thong to the side and allows the tip of his cock to brush against my inner folds.
“You’re in a hurry, aren’t you?” he grins, his cock throbbing hard against my pussy.
“You have no idea,” I whisper, both my arms now over his shoulder. His reply is a short and simple one; he moves his hips forward in a dry thrust, and a moan erupts on my mouth as his cock slides deep inside my pussy, pushing my inner walls back as it accommodates itself inside me.
“Better now?”