Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“I’m passionate, too,” he murmured over her babbling. “About licking you. About fucking you. About claiming you.” He pushed two fingers inside her and rubbed in exactly the spot that would steal her thoughts. “Every morning. Every night. Every breath I take.” He nipped at her lobe, his growl turning guttural. “All of you—every inch—is mine. Is that what you’re passionate about?”
She tried to ignore his seductive growl and the climax bubbling between her legs. “I’m determined to make sure America’s youth get the best possible education, not merely throw money at the problem, which historically hasn’t improved kids’ understanding or test scores, but with experienced, hands-on—”
“Yes, I love being hands-on,” he moaned. “I love having my fingers on this pussy that’s dripping for me. I love the way you’re desperate for me to fill you. That’s what you want, isn’t it, honey? To feel my cock pounding you? For me to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore? I know you do. How do you want it? Slow, so I wring out every little response and make you melt? Or fast, stuffing you full of my cock, until you scream that you belong to me? That’s what you mean by hands-on, right?”
He was trying to kill her. “We need educators, counselors, and administrators who are committed to teaching and love—” When he moaned into her ear while manipulating her clit, her overstimulated body rebelled. “Ah…Matt!”
“Tell me. You got answers to my questions?”
Everything inside her wanted to spread her legs wider, surrender herself to him completely, and beg him to end her torment. Madison squeezed her eyes shut and sought to wrestle her desire under control. But when he talked to her as if he wanted to own her all the way down to her soul, as if he’d never let her go, resisting felt impossible.
“Yes.”
“Yes, huh? You’re going to answer me about Senator Pershing’s next term? Or about the ways you’ll beg me to fuck you?”
Madison furiously blanked her brain and stared unrelentingly at the candle. “In addition to educational matters, I will be involved in programs to keep underprivileged children fed, immunized, and…and—”
“And what about this pussy? What about it full of my cock, coming for me over and over? Will you dedicate Senator Pershing’s next term to spreading your legs for me?”
There was nothing she wanted more than to be Matt’s, not just for the next six years but forever. She struggled to breathe and clung valiantly to her train of thought. “I will dedicate myself to Senator Pershing’s next term in whatever way will best help his constituents and—” When Matt pinched her clit and bit down on her neck, she gasped. “Yes!”
“His constituents and yes?” he challenged, still rolling the nerve-filled bud between his fingers. “What are you saying? You’ll help his voters…or you’ll let me fuck you?”
Both. “Help his voters, of course. I believe in all the hardworking Americans he represents, as much as I believe in…in”—he swept his fingers across her clit again, caressing the ultra-sensitive button—“what’s best.”
“For prosperity? Or for orgasm?”
“Everyone,” she panted. “Don’t all Americans deserve plenty?”
Matt laughed in her ear. “I see what you did there, dirty girl. Peace and good fortune to all…but you didn’t say no to me fucking you.”
“I leave partisan issues to those in office. I simply support those who need and deserve my advocacy.”
He dragged his fingers even more slowly across her clit. “Oh, is that your fancy way of saying I can bury my cock in this pretty, swollen cunt and—”
“God bless America!” She was so close to climax, she wriggled, nails digging into her thighs, praying the pinpoints of pain would give her focus.
Matt’s booming laughter filled the room. “God bless America, honey. You earned this one. Come for me.”
Before he could set her off, static burst from the radio in the corner of the kitchen, crackling through the air.
They both froze.
“You there? Come in.” Jack Cole’s Cajun drawl filled the room.
Madison stiffened. The desire that had flowed like lava in her veins moments ago turned to ice.
Swearing, Matt lifted her and stood, setting her on her feet. Mouth pressed into a grim line, he regarded her with determination and disquiet. “Wait here.”
She didn’t answer. What was there to say?
Matt tore the hand unit from the base and lifted it. “We’re here. You incoming?”
“Be there in three hours. Things are heating up. Be ready when I walk in the door.”
“Roger that.”
“Later,” Jack drawled.
Silence fell. Madison began to tremble. Every worry she’d been shoving aside about her and Matt and making it through the campaign ordeal with Todd and the Pershings burst through the dam, threatening her composure. “Oh, my god. This is really happening.”
“Yeah. Come here, honey.”
Biting her lip compulsively, she headed toward him. He met her halfway on heavy footfalls. She wanted to ask him what happened next and what they should do. But that wasn’t fair. He didn’t know, either. “I’ll gather my things. It won’t take long.”