The Stolen Girl by Samantha Westlake

between his knees. And as Sterling regained his breath, he felt her warm and wet mouth wrap around the tip of his cock in a whole new rush of sensation.
    For a moment, the senator simply laid there, awash in pleasure as this woman sucked on his instrument. But she gave her ass another little wiggle, indicating what she wanted him to do, and he leaned forward slightly so that his tongue could run along the length of her labia. She tasted fresh, slightly floral, and he wanted more.
    Sterling pushed his tongue in, parting her lips and tasting a whole new rush of wet warmth. Down towards his waist, the woman moaned around her mouthful of cock, but didn’t let it slip out of her mouth, instead pushing it in even deeper.
    Unfortunately, Sterling knew that he wouldn’t last long. Despite his rush of arousal, it had been far too long since he had last been touched like this, and he could already feel the rising sensation of tightness, signaling that he was about to blow. But now, all he wanted was that release, that orgasmic explosion. His hips thrust up slightly, pushing deeper as he fucked this woman’s face.
    Finally, while his tongue was buried deep in her pussy and his mouth was firmly on her parted lips, he felt himself pass the point of no return. This was it! He grunted, but he couldn’t speak, paralyzed by pleasure as he felt white-hot liquid course up through the length of his cock and explode out the head.
    Even though he couldn’t get out a warning in time, Carol didn’t hesitate, and Sterling could feel her body shake as she swallowed his seed. He seemed to be pumping out more and more for what felt like hours, rope after rope flying out of his cock. Yes, it had been far too long! But Carol didn’t miss a beat, and finally Sterling sagged back against the couch, depleted and exhausted.
    Wiping one hand across her lips, Carol turned back around, smiling down at him and showing off her naked chest. Only now, however, did that teasing and mischievous smile slowly fade from her face.
    “Oh god,” she said suddenly, her expression clouding. “I think I just broke every single rule in the FBI handbook.”
    Sterling reached up and stroked one hand along her side, below her rib cage, where her stomach was flat and toned. “I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said in a light tone. He could feel himself returning back down to earth as well, however. Was it right, what they had just done? Especially at this time, while his daughter was missing?
    But despite this pang of doubt, he didn’t regret making the move on Carol for an instant. Even now, some small part of him desperately wanted to do it again, to sweep her up off her feet and carry her off to his bed. But he knew that it was not the right time, that it would not end well.
    So instead, Sterling merely kept a slight smile on his face as he helped Carol back to her feet, helped her gather up her articles of clothing from where they had ended up, scattered around the couch. She kept her gaze down as she dressed herself, but then, as he followed her to the front door, she paused, turning back to him with a face painted in worry.
    “Please, please don’t take this the wrong way,” she begged, gazing up at him, those blue eyes now softer than he had ever seen before. “I really am attracted to you, but if you think that this could compromise my investigation at all, I will stop immediately! You’ll never see me again and I’ll get a new agent transferred-”
    Sterling leaned in and kissed her, lightly but effectively shutting her off mid-speech. She resisted for a second, the first resistance she had shown, but then melted against him, her arms reaching up to encircle his neck and hold him close.
    “I have every confidence in you,” the senator whispered down to the FBI agent. “And when my daughter is back, safe and sound thanks to you, I hope you will let me take you out to dinner.”
    Carol blinked up at him, and then smiled. “I’d like that,” she