His arms squeezed around her tightly as he pressed his lips into hers in response. She could feel his need in the intensity of the kiss. It was raw and full of tenderness. It was so passionate that it would have knocked her off her feet if he hadn’t already been holding her up.
“I’m going to make love to you, Victoria,” he said with a growl as he pressed her back up against the shower wall.
She looked at him with wide eyes, ignoring the soft impact against her back. “Really?” she whispered, as tears threatened to gather in her eyes. She ran her fingers through his hair as she stared at him wretchedly. “Please, Malcolm,” she said hoarsely. Her insides burned and ached with the need for this man. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, in fear that he would change his mind. “Oh, god. Please,” she begged.
“Shh, my sweet,” he said, letting his forehead fall against hers. He reached down to align his cock with her entrance. Returning his hand to her hips, he lowered her gently down onto his shaft until the head of his cock penetrated her warm and slick folds.
She moaned at the feeling and clung to him tightly. He was driving her wild with his excruciating slowness, and she rocked her hips back and forth in an attempt to force him inside of her. “Please, Malcolm,” she sobbed out, almost at the point of breaking into tears. “Don’t make me wait a second longer. I can’t take this.”
When he spoke, his breathing was labored and his words were shaky. “I just want to savor every moment of this, Victoria,” he explained tensely. “I haven’t done this in a long time.” He pressed his face against her neck as he slowly pushed himself inside of her.
She shuddered as she felt the softness of her body envelop and embrace the hardness of his cock. Somehow, the wait had made this moment so much more precious and profound. Her heart and body were melting at the feelings that his closeness released inside her. It felt so right and perfect to have him inside of her, and she almost felt like it meant just as much to him.
She could feel his shoulders trembling under her hands, and it broke her heart. She pressed her lips against his temple in a loving kiss. “Malcolm,” she whispered with longing.
He groaned and thrust his hips forward to plunge his engorged member inside her to the hilt. When she cried out and tightened her grip on his shoulders, he lost a little bit of his sanity. “Victoria,” he growled in a guttural way, before beginning to pound himself into her furiously.
Victoria could swear that she saw stars. She clung to Malcolm in a daze as he thrust himself into her with the strength of his whole being. She was beginning to wonder whether she should have been more careful about what she wished for, because the feeling of his colossal cock filling her innermost places was nearly too much to bear.
She could cope with the pain from earlier; but how could she cope with paradise?
Her thoughts were being completely erased with his every stroke, and her mind was growing blissfully blank. Her body began to move completely on its own, and she wondered how she could ever live without him again. The thought of never seeing him, or touching him again, or having him inside of her caused tears to slip out of her eyes. She felt like she had lost all control, and she might do anything to keep him in her life for just one more day. Maybe he had been right to avoid having actual sex; the connection was too fierce, too wild and powerful.
She had never felt anything like this, and she knew that if she had, it would have killed her to lose it. “Yes, Malcolm,” she cried out, digging her nails into his back. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
He wasted no time in ramming himself into her more roughly. He was possessed with lust and becoming an uncontrollable beast. Her legs tightened around his hips and pulled him deeper into her. She wanted more and more of him. She was ravenous. Her fingers dug deeper until her nails drew blood from his skin.
His breathing was somewhere between a pant and a growl as he fucked her hard against the shower wall. Each thrust filled the shower with a loud, wet slapping sound that echoed throughout. Her body shook and trembled against him. Her pussy massaged each vein and ridge of his cock. She could feel him begin to swell inside of her and she rode him harder.
“Come inside of me, Malcolm,” she pleaded.
He hesitated a moment before continuing his assault on her sex. “I will,” he said breathlessly. “I’m going to give you everything you want. Then you’re going to give me what I want.”
She couldn’t really comprehend these words, as she was too incapacitated by the feeling of his cock pounding her. “I’ll do anything. Just don’t stop,” she whimpered as she felt her own orgasm boiling up inside of her.
As if feeding off her energy, he gripped her shoulders tightly and thrust his cock into her with one mighty, mind-blowing final thrust. They shared their bliss, each of them erupting in orgasm simultaneously. Their juices mingled within her body as he pumped his seed into her. Her head was thrown back so hard that it smacked the shower wall, but she didn’t even feel it as she was lost in the throes of passion. Her body shuddered in his arms as their combined fluid dripped down her legs.
“Malcolm,” she said, when she could finally speak. She combed her fingers lovingly through his hair. “That was… that was a revelation.”
“No kidding,” he murmured
“Are you mine now?” she asked him.
“Completely,” he replied softly and out of breath. He held her close and caressed her lower back. “I’ve broken all my rules with you,” he admitted gingerly.
“Rules are meant to be broken,” she said with a deep and satisfied sigh.
“That’s the second rule of journalism.”
“What’s the first?” he asked in genuine curiosity.
“The truth is a lie,” she murmured quietly.
He set her down gently and his lips pulled into a broad smile. “What an interesting paradox. I think I know what you mean,” he said as he rested his head against hers. “I have a similar rule that has served me well in my business. Never take anything at face value and keep an open mind.”
“That’s a good rule,” she said as she gently touched his face. “It sounds nicer. Mine makes me sound like a callous bitch,” she said with a shrug.
“I think it’s what makes you such a damn good reporter,” he mused. “The truth is that there is no such underground club in Chicago. You didn’t take the truth at face value, kept an open mind, and worked hard to uncover the facts.”
“Exactly,” she said with a grin. She kissed him again, glad that he somehow understood what she had meant. She was glowing in the aftermath of sex and was feeling completely contented now. “That was really amazing, Malcolm.”
“Likewise, Victoria. Now we should probably get cleaned up,” he said with a small smile.
She nodded in agreement. “Perhaps one more for the road?” “You’re insatiable,” he laughed.
“You’re the one who made me such a wanton woman. Now take responsibility for your actions, your majesty,” she demanded playfully.
“Of course, your highness,” he said softly as his lips descended onto hers.
“Mmm,” she moaned, once their lips parted. “Now this I can get used to.”
As Victoria blow dried her hair, she couldn’t help but keep her eyes on Malcolm. Somehow, despite where they were and the circumstances of their meeting, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat domestic. This thought amused her as she watched him wrap a towel around his waist and begin to brush his teeth.
She flipped off the loud machine for a moment and asked, “Do you live here, Malcolm?”
He looked at her with a toothbrush in his mouth for a moment before nodding his head.
She giggled a little at the sight and flipped the blow dryer back on with her thumb. The heat felt good on her scalp as she waved the instrument around. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Malcolm finish brushing his teeth and combing his hair. He even reached for a bottle of cologne, to splash some over his neck before moving back over to her. She smirked, realizing that wealthier men probably had more sophisticated grooming regimens than the average smelly brute. She flipped the dryer off again and turned to face him as his arms wrapped around her waist.
“I have a couple of gifts for you,” he said softly.
She felt her stomach turn into knots. Oh no, she thought to herself.
“What kind of gifts? Nothing too extravagant I hope,” she said nervously “Not at all,” he said smoothly as he stepped away. He walked a few steps to the door of the bathroom and opened it. There was a basket sitting outside, and he stooped to pick it up and bring it in. “Here are the clothes you wore to the club. Washed, pressed and folded along with some new comfortable clothes and shoes to walk out of here with.” He grinned slightly. “It eases the ‘shame’ from the walk of shame if you’re not wearing a miniskirt on Saturday morning.”
She felt her stomach flutter slightly. It was incredibly thoughtful of him and she felt relief course through her. She had been dreading going out into the club butt naked to search for her clothes, and worried about the uncomfortable drive back in the harsh sunlight. “That’s really sweet of you,” she said. She felt her heart soar as she gazed at the soft clothes he had brought for her.
“One more thing,” he said with a smirk.
Her cheeks flushed for a moment and her brows knitted together. “Please don’t. No necklaces, rings or other fancy jewelry,” she said with a suspicious tone.
“Oh no, Victoria. Something much more valuable,” he said as he reached into the basket to pull out a photo. He kept the photo facedown as he extended it toward her with a sly twinkle in his eye.
She reached out to take it nervously, worried that it was a picture of her on stage or in his bedroom. As she turned it around and the contents became clear, she began to laugh. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed.
It was the senator she wanted to pursue. The photo depicted him being fucked by two black men and their huge cocks. One phallus was deeply planted in his ass, while he was greedily gobbling the other into his throat.
“I thought you could use some proof for your story,” Malcolm said with a satisfied tone.
“This is more than I could have asked for,” she said excitedly. “Not only is he a homophobe but he’s got to be one of the biggest racists in a position of power. I would feel guilty about exposing him if he didn’t incessantly talk about wanting to bring America back to its white roots, condemning gays and preserving the sanctity of marriage, and disparaging several ethnic groups at every opportunity.” Her voice was filled with irritation and disgust.
“You make it sound almost personal, Victoria,” he noted.
She shrugged her shoulders. “It just makes me angry that a man like this can get elected over and over with such hateful views, while going around sucking big black cock,” she said hotly.
He nodded and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I understand completely,” he said softly. “That’s why I want you to write the story. I’m all for sexual freedom,” he said as he gestured around with his arms. “Clearly. But I went through a lot of trouble making sure that no one ever found out about this place. I wanted to ensure that the richest, most scrutinized people in the world could have a place to go and enjoy themselves without fear of persecution.” His voice was filled with passion and sincerity, but his lips formed a frown. “As I said earlier, however, it is not okay with me for someone to use my hard work to be a hypocrite. Just keep me and the club out of it and make sure he goes down.”
She gazed at him with curious eyes as she absorbed his words. Her lips pulled into a smile and she stepped close to him. She clasped her arms around his chest and rested her head against him. “It’s really wonderful to hear you say that,” she said as she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.
“Oh?” he said with a hint of surprise in his voice.
“You have a lot more depth than I expected,” she said with a smile. “I guess I didn’t have the highest opinion on wealthy people when I walked in here. Then I met you.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. “Well, you know my previous opinion on reporters,” he teased, “but you’ve changed my mind. That’s why I try to keep my mind open and not take things at face value.”
“Mhm,” she murmured as she nodded. “Now I really do need to go before you somehow manage to seduce me again.”
He laughed as he stepped away from her. “It was you that seduced me the last time, Victoria,” he pointed out.
She lifted her brows and reached out to fondle his cock tenderly. “What can I say? This is your bad influence on me, King Malcolm.”
“Well, you’d better go before I influence you again,” he said with a laugh.
“I’ll miss you,” she admitted hesitantly. It was a bit tough for her to say this; she didn’t want to seem overly attached. Unfortunately, after their intimate moment in the shower, and shared disgust over the senator, it was impossible not to be.
“Not for long, my treasure,” he said lightly.
Smiling softly she reached out to pat his cheek. “I’ll see you around, champ.”
He took her hand and pressed his lips to her fingers. “Count on it.”