Spuh.
My eyes closed from the impact of the wind. My body curled toward his. The first wave hit my feminine parts as his spit settled on my tongue. I swallowed.
Hard.
Deep.
Hungrily.
“Again,” I begged, mouth wide.
My thirst was beyond my control.
Huwk.
Spuh.
Ishmael’s particles slid down my throat as he pulled my face toward him. He buried his tongue in my mouth. I bit down. The intensity of my orgasm was too much to bear alone. I needed somewhere soft to land. There was no better place than him at the moment.
“Mmmmmmm. Yesssss,” I murmured. “Yessss.”
“Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.”
I sat across the table from the sexiest man in the room. His eyes were low. His gaze was fixed. His intoxication was evident, but it had little to do with the water he was sipping.
His inhibition was solely due to my influence. My presence. My pussy. My lips and the way they curled around his dick. My mouth and the way it juggled his balls. My warmth and the way it coated him like a blanket in the dead of the winter.
The room blurred around us. It was soundless. I saw nothing but Ishmael. I heard nothing but Ishmael and the beat of my heart. It reminded me that I was still alive. Still well. Still able.
What’s the matter?I mouthed.
He tilted his head. I waited with baited breath, hoping he responded. After his shoulders fell flat and his elbows touched the table, displaying his defeat, he made a confession.
I think I’m in love.
I placed a hand over my mouth to conceal my happiness.
You too?
I nodded, sliding my hand down.
Yes. Me, too.
He tipped his head toward the door. I shook my head.
Twenty more minutes.
He frowned, hating that I took my role so seriously. However, we had an election to win. Everything else could wait.
Please.
His eyes were wide with despair. He didn’t care to be here. Ishmael wanted to be alone.
Ten more minutes.
“And, that’s all thanks to our next mayor, Mr. Grayson. He’s been such a beacon for change in our communities in recent years. He’s given back to the same communities that raised him to be the man he is today. If there’s nothing else I know about this man, it’s that he is for the people of Berkeley. Especially the children, because he understands they are our future.”
The spotlight shined on Ishmael. He fixed his face, forging a smile. My hands collided, beginning the round of applause he deserved. After a few seconds, he stood, waving his hand around.
