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His fingers are digging into my ass, my flesh molding to his hands as he sucks on me as harshly as he can. I’m moaning as if I needed it more than air, pleasure coursing through me with such violence that I just snap. I hiss through my gritted teeth, moving my forearms across his desk and sending whatever’s in the way tumbling to the floor. A lamp, papers and a legal tome—I don’t care, it all goes flying to the floor as I flail my arms, coming so hard that bright lights go off behind my shut eyelids.
“You’re delicious,” he says, pulling back from my pussy and going up to his feet. He’s behind me, his cock once again resting between my ass cheeks. He leans into me, kissing my neck, and the scent of my own pussy crawls up my nostrils, making me lose whatever trace of sanity I still held in my mind.
Using my hands to push against the desk, I turn around as fast as I can, facing him. He seems surprised by it, his eyes widening, but it takes less than a heartbeat for a grin to grace his face.
“Feisty, uh?” There’s also surprise in his voice, but the pleasant kind of surprise. He wants me to lose control… He wants me to rebel against his orders and teasing. And, by God, that’s exactly what I do.
“Just fuck me already,” I say, pressing my mouth against his and tasting my own pussy in his lips. My fingers trembling with anticipation, I curl them around his cock and sit up on the desk, pulling him into me and parting my legs so that his body fits between them.
There’s no snappy comeback or command this time. He simply presses his glans over my folds and, with a simple thrust, slides it all the way in. I end our kiss, a cry of pleasure escaping my lips as his thickness stretches me wide. I’m still not sure how I can fit cocks like his inside of my pussy; they’re so thick that I feel his pulse against my insides, each slight spasm of his shaft sending shivers up my spine. If I keep seeing guys like Liam and Carter, my pussy is never going to be the same again.
The rhythm of his thrusts doesn’t build up. There’s no crescendo or growing tempo; it simply explodes into existence, fierce and wild. He pounds me mercilessly; a cascade of moans tumbling out of my lips and bouncing off the walls. My pussy is burning up, his meaty cock ramming into me and making electricity pool in my muscles. Lacing my legs behind his back, I reel him in, my fingers clawing at his back.
“Yes…” I moan, losing all control. “Oh, fuck, yes…” It was true; he’s as good as Liam, if not better. You can’t really compare stuff like this, but what do you want me to say? The two of them are just on a level of their own. I have to compare them.
He grabs my hair, yanking on it and forcing my head back; leaning in, he starts nibbling at it, biting harshly. The sharp pain of his teeth on my skin climbs all the way up to my brain, blending in with the pleasure his cock is inflicting on my pussy. It’s the perfect cocktail, one that makes me drunk in sex and lust.
“Oh, God! Fuck!” I shout, the electricity that pooled in my muscles is suddenly breaking free. It travels through my body, unleashing a violent orgasm. My muscles twitching, I succumb to ecstasy.
“Come for me, Vivian… Come hard,” he whispers into my ear, the sound of his voice amplifying the pleasure I’m feeling. God, even his voice is perfect. Deep and steady. Firm. He talks just like a man should talk. This is how I imagine the God Kings of old spoke, with a voice exactly like this. If Carter were more perfect than this he would have to be a dream, for sure…
A growl climbing up my throat, I take my legs off of his back and place my hands on his chest. I push him back and he stumbles, his cock popping out of my pussy. Before he has the time to do anything, I climb down from the desk and go up to my feet. I don’t know what happens, but something takes over me and I take one step forward, jumping up and into him. He reacts fast, grabbing me by the ass while I cross my legs on his back, my arms going over his shoulders; stumbling as he picks me up, he goes back until his back is against the wall.
I don’t even allow him a second’s rest; I ease myself down on his cock and start jumping up and down as fast as I can, impaling myself on his member. I press my forehead against his, staring at him with a wicked grin on my lips.
“You kept your end of the bargain,” I tell him between breaths, struggling to get the words out. “You do know how to handle a woman.”
“Did you ever doubt it?” he says, grinning back at me as he starts to thrust, the rhythm of his thrusts matching the one of my jumping motion.
“Not anymore,” I respond, my mouth on his again as we start to kiss, our tongues battling as we surrender to the frenzied movement of both our bodies.
Carter keeps fucking me as if he couldn’t tire out, his hips moving so fast I can’t help but wonder how he can even move like this. God, he’s a politician, not a super athlete, and yet, he looks like one. And fucks better than one too.
His outstretched fingers caress the space between my cheeks, and suddenly, he moves his index finger, placing it right above my asshole. I gasp as he slides it in, my insides burning up at once. That’s all that it takes for me to come again, my twitching body ready to collapse; if he wasn’t holding me, I’d just fall down onto the floor, convulsing as if I were having a seizure. Well, I guess I’m having a seizure… One of pure unbridled ecstasy.
“God… This was… This was…” I can’t even speak. Even if I could, I don’t even know what I would say.
“God? There’s no God around these parts… Only me,” he whispers, carefully putting me down on the floor. I keep my arm around his neck and I pull him down; he goes on his knees and then I push him back. Somehow, I’m still capable of moving. I climb on top of him, straddling as I grab his cock and angle it toward my pussy. Rubbing it against my folds, I ease myself down on top of it, letting my body fall on his cock like a feather. How am I even still conscious? With this quantity of hormones raging through me, I’m actually surprised I haven’t passed out yet.
Swaying my hips over his body, I ride him as if this is the last time I’m ever going to be with a man. Because, hell, if neither Liam nor Carter ever fuck me again, I’m really going to be ruined for other men. And if that happens… Screw it; it was totally worth it. Even if this is an once-in-a-lifetime thing, I’m overjoyed that I have the chance. And I’m not letting it go to waste, that much I can promise you.
“Fuck,” I hiss, raw boiling pleasure exploding inside of me. I throw my head back and scream, the sound of it climbing up my throat and vanishing in the air. This is absolute perfection, and it still isn’t over. I don’t know how much longer I can take it, but I sure as hell am eager to find out. Know your limitations, right? That’s what they say; it’s a good thing I never care about what other people say.
I collapse on top of Carter’s body, breathing heavily as I try hard not to pass out. He strokes my hair tenderly, but that just for a fraction of a second, before I even know what’s happening, he pushes me down to the side. Feeling the carpeted floor under my skin, I whimper as I hear him sitting up; positioning himself behind me, he makes me roll to the side and lay on my stomach. His hands are on my waist and he pulls me into him; I jut my ass back up, going on all fours.
He dives into me and I let out a loud moan, his hands pushing my ass cheeks apart as he rests his mouth against my asshole, jabbing at it with his tongue and sliding it inside. I squirm under his wet touch, but it’s over before I can even breathe out; after that, he presses his thick glans around my hole, rubbing it in.
“Do it,” I moan, my voice so low the words are barely audible. “Do it,” I repeat, thrusting back at him. It’s going to hurt; with a cock like that, there’s no chance that it isn’t going to hurt, but I want to do it all the same. I want pain and pleasure, I want it all to blend into an intense cocktail and I want to be drunk on it. Yes, I’m an U.S. Senator, but I’m also a dirty girl. Sue me.
“Are you sure?” he teases me, the tone of his voice a mocking one. “Are you sure you can take it?”
“No, I’m not sure… But do it. Do it. Now!” I plead, and he doesn’t waste any time; he starts to push his cock against my ass, feeding inch by slow inch inside of me. When his cock is deep inside of my ass, he slides it back out; he repeats that coming and going motion, slowly but steadily, until my ass is stretched wide enough for him to pick up the pace. And that’s exactly what he does. His fingers still hooked on my hips, he starts to thrust, slapping my ass cheeks with the chiseled muscles of his thighs.
He fucks me relentlessly, my cries of pain not bothering him the slightest. To be honest, I don’t care about them either… And that’s because I’m not really crying in pain. Sure, I’d be lying if I said this doesn’t hurt. But, oh, it’s so worth it… So fucking worth it. If I could feel this kind of pain every day for the rest of my life, I’d die as the happiest woman who has ever lived.
“I bet Liam didn’t fuck you like this,” he whispers, his cock pulsing the moment Liam’s name leaves his lips.
“He didn’t…” I confess, memories of Liam’s naked body floo
