Page 41 of Wifey
I wanted to tell Cameron that if he left the game, I would marry him. I wouldn’t even hesitate to do it. I also didn’t want to spoil a romantic night because my feelings were jumbled. It was an unspeakable rule – keep silent and everyone will be happy.
Well, mostly everyone. “No.”
Cameron stared into my eyes and he knew there was more to be discussed. His dick made the decision for him before he could protest discussing anything else more. “Okay.” He didn’t push it. He kissed my cheek. “What do you want to do tonight?”
“Um, let me think about that.” I pretend to think as he chuckles. “You blowing my back out or you blowing my back out?”
“I say that’s a great idea.” He rolls me over to my back. We quickly shed our clothing and it’s just us on the pillows around us. Cameron lifted one of my legs and circled it around his waist before he cupped my cheek. “Taylor…” His voice is soft and whispery.
My nails rake up and down his back. Cameron stares at me with such intensity, my breath hitches. I feel the bulbous head of his hardened cock poking at my wet entrance. He’s teasing me but not entering, and we both like it. “Cameron…”
“It hurts how much I love you, angel.” He reveals. “I wasn’t supposed to love like this or at all. I can’t seem to let you go.”
“So don’t,” I reply, “I don’t want to leave you, baby.”
“So don’t,” he winks and I stick my tongue out, “I can’t promise you won’t be in any more danger, but I can promise I’ll protect you forever.”
“Forever?” I repeat and Cameron nods as he slides his cock into me, filling me. I gasp as he kisses my neck.
“Forever.” He repeats before he kisses me hard, like a man starved for food. His lips glided down my neck and he gently sucked on it as he thrust slowly inside me. My body responded to his as I whimpered and moaned for more.
“I just love the way you keep this pussy for me,” he moaned as he gave me powerful thrusts, fucking me senseless. He held one thigh apart as a free hand tickled my swollen clit. My pussy quivered around his cock and Cameron fucked me harder. “That’s it, angel…”
I locked eyes with Cameron and saw the euphoria and smile splayed across his face. There was a look of confidence within his eyes as he fucked me raw and unbridled. He lifted my ass up and gripped it as he made a series of hard thrusts, slamming his hips into mine.
“Oh fuck!” I cried. I was about to climax and I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. “Cameron…I’m going to come. I’m going to fucking come!”
“Come all over my dick, angel.” He encouraged and I did, coming so hard my body shook. Cameron chuckled. “That’s my angel.” He unleashed more powerful thrusts before he came with a guttural moan and emptied inside of me.
Cameron pulled out and I got on top of him, sucking the rest of his come and my juices all over his dick. He grabbed my face and watched me as I swallowed him whole and licked alongside his cock. “My sweet angel…” He purred. “You don’t know even know what you do to me, baby girl.”
“You don’t know what you do to me.” I kissed the mushroom tip and crawled back to him where he comforted me and stroked my hair.
Eighteen
The fundraiser is being held at a wealthy enclave not far from Eric and Heather’s home. It’s a huge mansion owned by some old wealthy people who had enough time and money to make everyone else’s lives miserable.
As I set up the dessert table in the back of the room, I already see how fancy this shindig is. Cameron told me the plates began at $25,000 per person and I couldn’t even imagine shelling out that kind of money to someone who might not even get elected.
Eric Page, however, is not like any other candidate. He’ll win and he’ll win by a landslide.
He’s intelligent, a proud Yale grad with both undergrad and J.D. His undergraduate degree is in Business Administration. Before his Senate run, Eric was a venture capitalist and grew his wealth by managing other people’s money.
Eric still gives stock tips to his friends and colleagues in Congress, even the ones he hates. He’ll never work for free. If someone wants his help, it’ll cost them. It only makes sense he has a controlling interest in the Administration.
As I see the party guests arriving, everyone is dressed as if they’re going to prom. Some went all out gaudy with fashions straight from the 80’s. Some are clearly advertising for the highest bidder. Some are label whores and are walking advertisements.
Here I thought rappers and IG thots were bad. White people with money are clearly worse.
I see Heather looking like an old-school beauty queen. She’s swearing an off-shoulder fire engine red cocktail dress. Her blonde hair is swooped up into a French roll, with one long bang does the side of her face.
Her makeup brings out her light eyes and her lipstick matches her dress and heels. Heather looks like a force to be reckoned with and that was her intention. She wanted everyone to know she was the hostess and we were in her world.
Hayley stands next to me and crosses her arms. She sucks her teeth and shakes her head. We’re both thinking the same thing – why in the hell are we messing with these White folks? “So, that’s Heather?” She sees her and sagely nods.
“Yep.” I sigh. “That’s her.”
We watch Heather work the room with precision and ease, like a neurosurgeon. She never spends more than a few minutes with any group before she moves onto the next. She mingles, compliments the wives, the husbands, and whoever else.
