Chapter 3

Well, my prediction was correct. That first time, Laura hadn’t lasted two hours. As I rolled my head to scan her shadowed bedroom, a quiet sigh escaped. The room reeked of sex. In a crumpled pile, her dress lay where I’d tossed it, besides the trousers she’d tugged from me. While stroking her silken dark hair, I held in a chuckle at the memory of her expression when she’d seen what I was packing.

“Priceless,” I murmured in the darkness.

After staring at my still engorging shaft for a long time, she’d lifted her white-rimmed eyes to mine. At first, I’d only laughed, but as I combed loose tresses from her reddening cheeks, I couldn’t resist a little dig.

“What, you didn’t expect a black man to have a big dick?”

“Fuck, Deke. This”—she again inspected the cock thickening across her palms. As she slid her fists along its swollen dark flesh, they appeared almost childlike—”is not big. It’s fucking enormous.”

Yeah, it was. With her outstretched legs scratching across the bed’s silken covers, it’d taken me a while to snake myself into her. But damned if her clenching, tight-as-fuck tunnel hadn’t engulfed every last inch. Determined, she’d been on the verge of tears several times while working that lean, muscled pelvis. Say what you want; she was stubborn. And fit.

After a strange silence as she stared at where we were joined, her wide-eyed gaze had lifted to mine. No words were necessary. Only moans left her as I’d snatched both legs to my chest and leaned forward, doubling her up beneath me. Then I gave her for free what a lot of rich women paid good money to experience, pounding that taut little frame until her screams were only hoarse croaks.

With a smile at the next memory, I glanced up at the painting over the headboard. Askew from all the bedframe’s loud thumping, somehow it hadn’t tumbled from the wall.

“Deke, you awake?”

At the soft whisper, I swept a strand of hair from her face. With one slender arm and a toned leg flung over me, her heated frame, slick with perspiration, remained tight to my ribs. Well-chewed, her hot nipples were poking my skin. After spotting her smile, I grinned into those glittery eyes.

“Yeah.” I chuckled. “And, uh, for the record. You’re a damn good—”

“—fuck?” she finished, then giggled.

Before I could respond, my breathing hitched when her little hand found my rising shaft. Once her fingers wrapped tight to begin a slow, winding stroke, I groaned. After flashing me an impish grin, she curled downward beneath the sheets. At the pulse of warm breath and the flickering tap of her tongue, my next groan was much louder.

“I’ve never, um, sucked a dick so large.” As she whispered, the heated air on my rod sent jangling flares along my nerves. At the gentle touch of her lips, I growled. “You don’t mind if I try, do you?”

“Uh, n—”

Right as I started to answer one of the dumbest questions in the history of mankind, my voice hitched when her soft, warm mouth stretched over my tip. Every slow sweep of her tongue had my muscles tightening. Meanwhile, her fist continued to twist up and down my engorging shaft.

As she played with her new toy, time wobbled away. With my eyes closed and fingers running along her arching, twisting spine, she did her best to swallow more of me. But no way would I fit into her throat. Not that I minded. Indeed, it was such a languid, sensual blowjob that when my body shuddered, it took me by surprise.

“Oh, God. Mm-hmm.” My shaky fingers pressed on her sweat-coated back. “Uh, here it comes, Laura. Oh. Oh, fuck. Mmm.”

Right as my words disappeared into a series of grunts, every muscle spasmed. As her fist raced, the sheets bounded over her ever-faster twisting and bobbing head. When my knob swelled, she plunged as far as possible, ramming it against the tight opening to her throat.

“Oh, fuck!” tore from me as I slapped my hand onto her skull. “Yes! That’s it. Mmm, hmm.”

At the soft glugging and muted gurgles sending vibrations along my trapped flesh, all bets were off. Pulse after thrumming pulse thundered through my rod to flood her gulping throat. Despite her best efforts, it wasn’t long before dribbling, then thicker spurts left her distended lips. But she stayed in place, drinking as much as she could.

Only after I’d stopped firing did she slip her mouth from me. Unable to resist a peek, I peeled back the sheets. That famous pointed chin was glossy. Lengthy swaying lines of white-flecked drool connected it and her wide lips to my glistening dark cock. From the shadows, those amazing eyes sparkled.

Oh, and bonus. After flashing me a smile, she opened her mouth. Yeah, she’d saved the last of my load.

That image is forever burned into my memory. Those warm, brown pools twinkling in the dimness above the swirl of thick, chalky ooze shimmering between her parted lips. After squeezing a final dollop of seed from my cock onto her tongue, she stared at me and swallowed. It took three long gulps before she grinned once more while licking her hand clean.

Yeah, at that point, who the fuck cared if she was batshit crazy? Or whatever the fuck she stood for. Her political platform. The controversies. None of that mattered anymore. Damn, I was just as insane for sleeping with her.

“Gonna keep me, Deke?” she murmured before dragging her swirling pink tongue along my shrinking dusky mast. Glossy nails spread wide, she ran a hand over a stocking-covered thigh. Only one stiletto remained. The other was buried somewhere in the sheets. “Mmm, slutty enough for you, um, baby?”

Oh, that she’d remembered. I’d told her to leave the stockings and shoes on. Said they made her appear slutty.

And yeah, shiny full lips lined with white-flecked bubbles, she was. But baby? Hmm, the way she said that had a grin widening on my face. But rather than speak, I tugged those sleek, tanned curves upwards and pressed her tight to me. As her eyes widened, I drove my lips onto hers. With the taste of my cum on that beautiful, slutty woman’s breath, I plunged my thick tongue into her to play.

Arms tight to each other’s sweaty frames, we kissed ourselves to sleep.

In the morning’s orange glow, a country tune’s faint melodies awakened me. After prying open an eyelid, I glanced into a still steam-filled bathroom. Amid the lingering smell of our night’s activities, seeped the fresher scents of wildflowers and a delicate soap. The music was coming from beyond the bedroom doorway. At the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee, I rolled from the mattress with a groan.

As soon as Laura came into view, I froze with a grin sliding onto my face. In a pink tank top short enough to offer tantalizing glimpses of a curvy tanned butt, she was prancing around the kitchen. Flashes of taut white lace panties had the air catching in my throat. As my heart raced, I leaned in the doorway to watch. With long auburn hair, clean and shiny, bouncing along her bare shoulders, she was sending my pulse ever higher.

At the aromas of frying bacon and eggs, my nostrils flared. Soon, my stomach rumbled, but I remained mesmerized. In that early morning sunlight, she really was that gorgeous. But at last, I pushed from the frame and walked closer. As soon as she noticed my approach, she froze. With those high cheeks darkening, her body tensed.

“Oh, fuck, baby.” With her twinkling eyes locked on my wobbling mast, she gulped. “Jesus, you gonna walk around like that all day?”

“Maybe.” As I reached for her wrist, she shuddered. “You still wanna be my sexy little slut?”

A long silence stretched, and, not gonna lie, a flicker of concern gripped my chest. Had that been too much? Mother of four. Respected member of congress. But the way she’d pushed into my hand at her throat as we’d fucked the second time just before dawn. The ever more desperate shoving of her pelvis to again take all of me. Not to mention the earlier wide-lipped display after draining me. Yeah, one more gamble. But damned if I hadn’t picked up on all the usual hints. Whether she wanted to admit it, though, that was...

“Yes,” she whispered. “For you, yes, Deke. But it’s, um, been a long time.”

After a slow nod, which covered the pounding of my heartbeat, I faced her to the counter. Alright, that was one little fantasy I knew all about. Duh, I’d been correct. Again, women didn’t hire a guy like me to be angels.