Chosen by the Governor by Jaye Peaches Page A

jaw, while he slid in and out of her mouth?
    He grunted and rested his cock on her tongue. She sucked hard and a spurt of warmth filled the back of her throat. She gagged and swiftly swallowed the offering. His first come. He’d promised her there would be others before he lost his hardness.
    He slipped his cock out of her mouth. She flopped against his legs and rested her face against his thigh. He stroked the strands of her hair and muttered something. Her Vendian was good, but perhaps not in the language of eroticism. What had he said to her?
    Marco extracted himself from her arms, which were still clinging to his thighs, and she slumped back on her haunches. He fetched her a glass of water and she gulped it down enthusiastically. “Thank you.” She wiped her chin and handed back the glass.
    “I’ve not finished,” he reminded her. It was apparent he wasn’t. His cock stood upright and the swollen head shimmered. “Rise, Freya.” He helped her to her feet. The shaking had diminished slightly.
    Marco returned to kissing her lips, a hungry display of passion. She enjoyed his tongue darting into her mouth, not as intrusive as his cock and softer. She mirrored his style, offering him her tongue in return and he sucked on it, teasing her with his teeth without actually biting on it. His hands moved everywhere, like a restless army of fingers. He plucked at her nipples, trailed his tickling thumbs along her spine in an exquisite caress or combed his fingers through her hair, forcing her head back. She held on to him for support by crumpling his shirt and anchoring her weight to him.
    Sandwiched between them was his erection. It twitched and swayed, keeping its presence in the forefront of her mind, probably his too.
    “Please, please,” she begged between kisses. “Please take me.”
    “Not yet,” he growled. He forced his hand between her thighs and skated his fingers along her slit until he touched her tender clitoris. “This clit needs my attention first.”
    She gasped as he slowly waltzed the tips of his digits around the nub. Drawing her closer, he whispered in her ear. Strange words, new words in the language of Vendian, and she quickly mastered them as he translated them with a remarkable knowledge of vulgar English. The dirty talk made her squirm as she discovered the word for cunt and cum amongst others, some of which had no equivalent in English.
    Her education completed, he slipped his finger inside her pussy while maintaining the torment of her clitoris with his thumb. “Ask me properly now, Freya.”
    “Please. Sir. Please fuck… my… cunt,” she panted in Vendian.
    He chuckled. “First you come on my hand.” He drove another finger inside her dripping pussy.
    Her legs almost collapsed beneath her as she came. The climax brought on by his expert frigging. She shuttered her eyelids on his sparkling irises and hung in his arms as her pussy was racked with amazing convulsions. Stars and flashing lights flitted before her closed lids and she was unable to catch her breath.
    Marco pushed her backwards until her bottom nudged the edge of his desk. He hitched her up onto the top and spread her legs wide, holding them by the ankles. She’d little ability to resist him, not that she wanted to. She arched her back and angled her pelvis, ready for him.
    She cried out when he speared her. The entire length of his thickened shaft glided into her pussy without pausing. The friction of his velvety sheath neither hindered nor helped its passage. Her vagina barely had the capacity to take the girth of his erection. He held himself in check as she stretched, then thrust once more until he knocked against her cervix.
    The desk was hard and smooth. She’d slid across the surface and he dragged her back toward him. He embraced each of her quivering legs with one of his muscular arms and locked her in place.
    “Uh, uh,” she moaned as Marco pounded her. The pummels took her to the brink of her endurance. She’d