Seduced by the Congressman, Page 3

  He laughed and smacked my ass. I hissed at the flash of pain. Still chuckling, he bent down and dropped a kiss right on the burning spot where he'd spanked me. "You better hold on, baby."

  I didn't hesitate. I grasped the iron bars of my headboard and held on for dear life. He carefully pulled the dildo from my ass. My virgin hole protested its emptiness but I wasn't left aching and wanting for long. Jack's cock pushed against my relaxed ring of muscle and entered me. "Oh! Oh! Ooh!"

  "It's all right, sugar." Jack swept his palm up and down my back. He didn't push forward but held still as I grew accustomed to his thicker cock. His fingers earlier and then the dildo had prepared me some but not nearly enough for his monster cock. "We'll go slowly."

  I groaned as Jack's hand slipped around to my front. He found my clit and slowly circled the swollen nub. I'd been close to coming earlier but the invasion of his cock in my virgin hole had killed my building orgasm. With gentle urging, Jack's fingers stoked the embers of my lust. "Jack," I whispered his name. "Jack. Jack!"

  "That's it, baby." He pushed forward just an inch or so in my ass and then retreated. I felt the slow drizzle of lube between my cheeks. The slippery fluid eased his entrance as his dick speared me again and again. "Fuck, sugar. You're squeezing my dick so hard."

  Hearing the wonder in his voice was my undoing. I came with a shocked moan, the ripples of delight emanating from low in my belly and spreading through me. Jack cursed behind me as my ass gripped and released him in time with the orgasmic contractions of my pussy.

  By the time the last tremor of my climax left me, Jack was buried to the hilt in my ass. His thrusts grew longer and harder. Our bodies slapped together. The leather cuff and chain still dangling from my left wrist clanged against my headboard. He tangled his fingers in my hair and lifted my head. "Can't get enough of you, Bee."

  "Jack!" Bent over my back, his cock stabbing into my ass again and again, he nipped at my neck and sucked hard on a patch there. I shuddered and slipped a hand down to the spot where our bodies were joined. I needed to come again. I wanted to come with him, wanted to come so hard. I needed to imprint this moment in my mind. I wanted to remember the first night Jack had seduced me. I wanted to remember the first time he fucked my ass.

  And there was no doubt in my mind that this was only the first time. Like a drug dealer, he'd hooked me with my first taste. Jack and I weren't going to be able to stop this. One stolen night would never be enough.

  I pressed my face into the pillow beneath me and shrieked like a banshee as I came. I flicked my fingertips around my clit as orgasmic explosions detonated in my lower belly. Jack growled and slammed deep in my ass. I could feel his cock jerking inside me as he came.

  Panting and trembling, we slumped forward. Our sweaty bodies remained intimately joined for a long time. Jack kissed my neck and shoulders and caressed my arms as he went soft inside my throbbing ass. He'd used me long and hard and I couldn't be happier.

  When he finally pulled out of me, I groaned and clenched my thighs together. The aching emptiness left me cold. Jack curled up against my back and spooned me. He whispered sweetly in my ear and massaged my arms and belly until the shakes had left me. Reluctantly, he left me long enough to deal with the condoms and toys.

  I watched as he returned from the bathroom. Would he leave me now? I doubted he could stay the night. Sure, we were both consenting adults but this was still my father's house. He was old-school conservative. Finding a man in my bed, even a man he liked as much as Jack, would send him into an apoplectic fit.

  "I can't stay long," Jack said as he slid into bed with me. "Let me hold you until you fall asleep."

  I couldn't argue with that offer. "I'd like that."

  Jack dragged me tight to his chest. I enjoyed the loud thud of his heartbeat under my ear. It relaxed and lulled me. Still, I couldn't stop thinking about what would happen now.

  "Do you do this often?" I hated to ask but had to know. Was I just one in a long line of conquests?'

  "No."

  "So why me? Why tonight?"

  Jack exhaled long and slow. "You came into that room and I realized I was tired of fighting my attraction to you. I decided to see your unexpected appearance as a sign and took a chance. I figured you'd either let me ravish you up against that door or you'd smack the dog piss out of me."

  I snorted at his expression. "So what happens now?"

  "What do you want?"

  "I don't know," I admitted. "I don't want this to be a one-night stand."

  "Then it won't be." He shrugged and kissed my forehead. "We'll figure it out, Bee. We don't have to come up with a detailed game plan tonight."

  "No, but we'll have to come up with some ideas before you leave tomorrow. You've got to get back to Washington. You're also campaigning all summer. And there's the convention," I added.

  "Come with me."

  My head popped up and I peered down into his eyes. "No way."

  He frowned. "Why not?"

  "Are you serious? Jack, I know you were teasing me earlier about my political views but there are people who would totally hold it against you if you're seen with me. Like you said, I have an arrest from a political protest. You think that would make good press?"

  Jack looked annoyed but didn't argue with me. "I could make a statement about my private life staying private."

  I rolled my eyes. "I know you're not that naïve."

  "No," he agreed finally and hugged me. "I don't want to hide you. It feels sleazy and devalues you."

  "I don’t want to derail your career." I kissed his jaw. "Let's just keep it private for now." I almost said until November but didn't. That was months away. For all I knew, we'd grow tired of one another or having a falling out of some kind. "Besides," I added with a playful grin, "I like sleazy. It's hot."

  Jack laughed and rolled me onto my back. He straddled my thighs and skimmed my neck and cheek with his lips. "Well, in that case…"

  Giggling, I wound my arms around his shoulders and welcomed his kisses. "You know, Congressman, you still haven't quite earned my vote."

  "No?" He grinned and his eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint. "The night's still young. Let's see what we can do about that…"

  The End.

  Tease Excerpt

  Jolie is the naughtiest little tease Mack has ever met. He knows his best friend's daughter should be strictly off-limits but he can't help himself. She's tempting him like crazy at their annual getaway to the lake. When she ambushes him in the shower, there's no holding back. He has to have her.

  Jolie knows she's playing with fire but she can't help herself. Mack is the sexiest man she's ever met. Consequences be damned! She's going to have her daddy's best friend.

  But one explosive encounter in the shower just isn't enough. Mack and Jolie are flirting with danger now—and it's only going to get hotter.

  Mack gritted his teeth. Of all the women in the world, it had to be her. It had to be the one girl he couldn't touch.

  But he could touch her in his fantasies. In that dream-world, she could belong to him. She could be his little cock sucking slut. She could kneel at his feet and worship his dick. She could drape herself over the arm of a couch and offer that tight ass to him. She could be anything he wanted.

  As the docks came into view, Mack decided he really needed a long, hot shower. If there was any hope of getting through this week at the lake, he had to exorcise those demons and exorcise them well.

  By the time the boat was docked and secured, Jolie had skipped off and disappeared into her parents' lake house. He trudged back to the shared yard with Barb and Derek. There was no shaking the awkward and guilty sensations that plagued him. Even as he discussed steaks and side dishes with his two friends, he was secretly fantasizing about fucking their daughter. If that didn't make him a pervert, he wasn't sure what would.

  Safe inside his smaller cabin, Mack headed straight for the bathroom. His cock throbbed mercilessly in his shorts. Every time he close
d his eyes, Jolie's face tormented him. The phantom sensation of her hand frisking him made his balls ache.

  He whipped back the curtain and turned on the water. He braced for the knock and rattle of the old pipes. He really needed to get a plumber out here. That old water heater was probably on its last leg too. It was always something.

  Mack peeled out of his clothes and stepped into the shower. He dipped his head under the pounding stream. Warm water rushed down his back. His eyelids drifted together. The image of Jolie in that white bikini seared his eyeballs. The white triangles barely covered her perky tits. That scrap of fabric clung to her perfect ass and outlined the waxed lips of her hairless cunt. The need to push her thighs apart and bury his face in that sweet pussy overwhelmed him. He wanted to lick and suck and—.

  His head lifted at the unexpected squeak of the bathroom door. Someone else was in the house. He glanced around the shower and silently cursed. Of all the places to be ambushed it had to be the fucking shower.

  Never one to shrink away from danger, Mack gripped the shower curtain and yanked it back, ready to strike with his balled up fist. But it wasn't an armed intruder who had wandered into his bathroom. No, it was something much, much worse.

  "What the fuck are you doing in here, Jolie?" Mack yanked the curtain over to cover himself. "Get out!"

  She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Nah, I think I'll stay."

  Mack's jaw dropped. "I'm not joking, Jolie."

  She held his gaze. "Neither am I."

  He started to argue with her but then she reached behind her back and tugged on the tied strings keeping her top in place. He gulped as her breasts were revealed. The rosy nipples had hardened to peaks. He licked his lips as the tremble of excitement rocked his core. She pulled on the strings knotted on her hips. The fabric fell from her body. She kicked away her bikini bottoms and stood in front of him in all her naked glory.

  His resolve began to crumble. "We can't do this. You need to go back to your cabin."

  "Why?" She took a tentative step forward. "Why can't we do this?"

  The devil dancing on his shoulder wondered the same thing. He silenced it that nagging temptation. "You're just a baby, Jolie. You're my best friend's daughter."

  She cupped her breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. "Do I look like I'm still just a baby, Mack?"

  He gulped. She had him there. "No."

  "I'm a woman now. I have needs, too, you know."

  "That so?" He allowed his gaze to slide even lower to that pretty little pussy.

  "Uh-huh." She moved closer, so close he could see the jump in her jugular vein. "Don't you have needs?"

  "More than you can imagine," he admitted reluctantly.

  "So what's the problem?" She reached out and caressed his chest, her fingertips feather-light on his skin. "I'm an adult. You're an adult."

  It wasn't that simple. It really wasn't but his raging libido wouldn't listen. Blood rushed through his veins and adrenaline saturated his bloodstream. There was no going back now. He'd crossed the line mentally. Now he was about to do it physically.

  "Come here." He growled as he reached for her and dragged her into the shower with him. She giggled excitedly and stepped over the side of the tub. Her enthusiasm surprised him and stroked his ego. When was the last time a woman had seduced him? The answer? Never. He'd always been the aggressor until Jolie.

  She pulled the curtain closed, cutting them off from the rest of the world and creating a cocoon of secrecy. She put her hands on his upper arms and smiled up at him. "Kiss me, Mack."

  He'd never heard a sweeter order. Wanting to savor that first touch of her lips, he took his time, lowering his mouth to hers and just barely teasing their lips together. She whimpered and pressed against him. Her nipples grazed his chest and he groaned. The tiny amount of control he'd managed to corral vanished with in an explosion of pent-up passion.

  End Excerpt.

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