Creed: Eyewitness, page 5
Taylor had seen pictures of Victor's brothers during his campaign. There were four of them total, and they were just as tall and almost as good looking as Victor. The handsome young brothers were media favorites.
Victor placed his hand in the small of her back and led her to the sofa, asking, "Would you like a drink?"
"What do you have?"
"Everything," he chuckled.
"Okay, then I'll have a Grey Goose and tonic."
"Lime?'
"Of course."
"I have to go and check on the food. I'll be back with your drink."
He headed toward what she guessed was the kitchen.
"Whoa, wait, you cooked?"
"I did," he responded over his shoulder.
Although impressed, Taylor didn't comment. However, she did sneak a peek at his tight muscular ass.
Creed
Taylor removed the napkin from her lap and placed it on the table. Victor hadn't taken his eyes off of her the entire evening. From the time the elevator doors opened, and she appeared in front of him, it was over for Victor. He was done in. She was wearing a green blouse that all but groped her full tits. There was a respectful amount of cleavage, but not enough to stifle his imagination. He was picturing himself cupping her heavy tits as she rode his cock. And that tight skirt… damn; it was hugging her hips in a way that Victor had never seen. He wanted her, wanted to skip dinner and take her straight to bed. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. And her hair, so wild and beautiful, was the icing on the cake. Taylor was alluring, and he simply couldn't look away. He hadn't even tried.
"Victor, dinner was amazing. I can't believe that you cook that well."
"Thank you. My mother insisted that my brothers and I learned to cook."
"Well, thank you, Momma Creed. The seafood pasta was amazing."
Victor did a subtle bow. "I gotta say, watching you eat was a refreshing experience. Most women eat like birds when they think someone is watching. But you seemed to really appreciate a good meal."
"Don't try to feed me if you don't want me to eat," she chuckled.
Victor laughed and tossed his napkin on the table.
"Victor, as you can see, I'm not exactly frail," she said with a wave over herself.
"Frail? No, not frail. Beautiful, sexy, curvy, and voluptuous. Yes, a fucking bombshell is what I see."
Victor stood and pulled her from her chair. He pulled her body close to his and wrapped his arms around her waist. Pleased when her arms circled his neck, he pushed his body against her. His cock was so hard that it would be impossible for Taylor not to feel it. When she didn't pull away, he whispered, "This is what your lack of frailty does to me, Taylor."
She looked up at him with fire blazing in her eyes. "What else does it do to you?" she asked in a wanton voice.
"Mmm, baby, so much," Victor respond, pushing his erection against her.
When she ran her fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp, Victor couldn't contain his excitement. He was going to have her.
He gripped her round ass and slammed his lips against hers. He licked the seam of her mouth, coaxing her lips apart. She smelled of lime, and he wanted to know if she tasted the same.
Taylor, apparently, had wanted to taste him as well. She pulled slightly away, slowing his advance, and ran her tongue seductively over his lips before sucking his bottom lip into her warm mouth. His cock began to pulse and strain against his zipper. That was it for Victor. He tightened his grip on her ass and lifted her from the floor. His plan was to walk her into the nearest bedroom. He didn't want her on the couch. He intended to worship every inch of her body.
But they were interrupted.
"Governor Creed, I'm sorry to interrupt, but-" Kenyatta started.
"Then don’t!" Victor grunted harshly against Taylor's mouth.
His irritation at the interruption grew when Taylor wiggled out of his arms to stand on her own.
"I'm sorry, Governor, but it can't be helped," Kenyatta insisted.
She had walked into the dining room. She was standing her ground. At that point, Victor was sure that whatever it was, was serious. Kenyatta would never have been so bold and intrusive.
He turned to Taylor. "Sweetheart, please have a seat. Make yourself at home, and I'll be right back."
"Um, I can go if-" she started.
Taylor leaving was the last thing that Victor wanted. "No, don't go. I'll be right back."
"No, sir, you won't. I'm sorry," Kenyatta contradicted. She then turned to Taylor. "Officer Montgomery, I really apologize for the interruption."
"It's ok, Miss..."
"Kena. Call me Kena, please. I'm the governor's PA. Again, I'm very sorry for the interruption."
"It's fine, Kena. I should be going anyway."
Victor stood by in disbelief. Taylor was leaving. Kenyatta had just waltzed into his dining room and poured cold water on his hot date.
"I'll walk you out," he told Taylor.
As the two of them walked past Kena, Victor said through gritted teeth, "There had better be the threat of a dirty bomb somewhere in Illinois. In Illinois! If it's in Indiana, you're fired. If it's in Wisconsin, you're fired."
Kena nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Let Collier know that Miss Montgomery is on her way down."
"Done, sir."
Victor placed his hand in the small of Taylor's back in order to regain their physical connection. He stopped her at the front door and turned her to face him. "To be continued?" he asked hopefully.
She smiled. "I can't wait."
Victor breathed a sigh of relief and captured her face in his hands. He kissed her gently on the lips before opening the door and watching her walk away. He stood in the doorway and watched as Gregor turned over her weapon and pushed the call button. When the elevator arrived, she stepped in and turned toward Victor.
"Thanks for dinner," she said, just as the doors closed.
She was gone, and Victor couldn't help but to feel a loss. He didn't believe that he'd ever wanted a woman so bad. His dick was rock hard. He felt an unusual connection, and he couldn't figure out what made Taylor Montgomery so different. But, for now, figuring Taylor out would have to wait. He slammed the door and stormed into the dining room.
"What the fuck, Kena?!"
"Mmmm, you watch your tone with me, Governor Creed. I didn't create this mess."
Victor took a deep breath and calmed himself before asking, "What mess, Kenyatta?"
"Kara Edwards. She tried to hang herself in your Chicago office," Kena blurted, rather unsympathetically, in Victor's opinion.
"Are you serious?" he asked with narrowed eyes, sure that Kena was fucking with him.
"As a heart attack. She was found hanging from the ceiling fan in your office."
"Oh, God! What the hell?" Victor shouted, running his fingers roughly through his hair.
"She alive," Kena murmured.
"Kenyatta! Honestly, you sound disappointed," Victor responded in disbelief.
"That conniving little bi-"
"Kena!"
"She was never in any danger of dying."
"What do you mean?" Victor asked, confused.
"Well, for one, there was a mysterious call to security by an anonymous female caller stating that they believed that your office was being burglarized. And two, she wrote a four-page suicide letter that spoke of her relationship with you... in the future."
"So.... you're saying...?"
"She's a public relations guru. She knew exactly what she was doing. I handled it."
Victor's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What do you mean, you handled it?" he asked, gesturing quotation marks with his fingers.
"I made sure that no one dialed 911. I called a physician to your office. There won't be any hospital records, and I burned that fucking love letter that she called a suicide note."
"Okay, good job. So if you did all that, why are you here?"
Kena took an impatient breath and blew it out. "Kara is threatening to admit herself into a hospital and tell the press that your cruelty toward her pushed her to attempt suicide, if you don't go and talk to her."
Victor closed his eyes and ran his fingers roughly through his hair. He opened his eyes to find Kenyatta, with her arms folded, awaiting a solution. He paced the floor a few times and turned back to his assistant.
"Tell her that I'm unavailable and to do what she has to do."
"But, Gov-"
"No, Kena, I won't be blackmailed. Besides, Kara's no fool. She loves her career more than anything. She's been busting down doors for years to get where she is. Kara would lose every bit of credibility if our affair came out."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure" he responded with conviction
Kenyatta nodded with a whisper of a smile. She clearly approved. "I'll handle it."
"Thank you, Kena."
"You're welcome. Goodnight, Governor."
"Goodnight," Victor sighed.
Taylor
Taylor locked the front door and kicked off her heels. She could hardly believe how aroused she was when she left Victor's apartment. She had all but thrown her pussy at him. She wished that she could blame it on the vodka tonics, but she'd only had one. If his assistant hadn't interrupted, she would have been biting his pillow in a matter of minutes.
She unbuttoned her blouse as she walked into the kitchen. The rest of her evening had been decided. It was definitely gonna be a cold shower, buzzing Rabbit kind of night. She poured herself a glass of wine, grabbed the bottle, and headed to her bedroom. No sooner than she’d sat the pair down on her nightstand did the she hear the doorbell. Taylor looked at the cable box; it was nearing ten o'clock. She hurried down the hall and peeked out of the living room window. There were dark vehicles lining the curb. She went to the front door when the bell rang again.
"Who is it?" she shouted through the door.
"It's me, Victor."
After the very abrupt interruption from earlier, she was sure that something horrible had happened, so she yanked the door open. Apparently, Taylor was in a tizzy for no reason because Victor was smiling, and rather seductively. Only when hit by a breeze did Taylor realize that her blouse was still open. She was unintentionally flashing Victor and his entire security detail. Thank God she was wearing her “I might get laid” underwear.
"So beautiful," he whispered.
She crossed her arms over her chest and stepped out of the doorway. Victor stepped inside and closed the door.
"Victor, is everything okay?"
"It will be," he said, closing the distance between them.
He gently eased her hands away from her chest and led them slowly down his torso until they reached the bulge in his pants. Taylor closed her eyes and gasped at the sheer size of him.
"Help me make it okay, Taylor," he whispered while peppering sweet kisses on her neck.
Her body warmed as he ignited flames from within. A moan escaped her lips as she massaged his package, determined to make it okay.
"Victor," she whispered, just before he took her lips.
His kiss was no longer gentle, but urgent. His pace was less than steady as he slid her blouse down her arms and lowered himself enough to lick the cleavage expelling from her lace bra. Her pussy clenched uncontrollably as moisture pooled in her core. Her fingers caressed his head as he mastered the zipper of her skirt and peeled it down her hips, kissing her torso along the way. Taylor stepped out of her skirt and allowed him to lead her to the sofa, where he sat her down gently. Victor lowered to his knees before her and spread her thighs. Taylor was certain that he could feel the heat emanating from her insides. She was so hot and so wet that her panties were pasted to her sex. Even though he was kneeling in front of her, he still was too far. Taylor reached out for him. She was desperate for his touch. As if reading her mind, he lowered his mouth to hers and plunged his tongue inside. His touch, his taste, the aroma of masculinity left Taylor no other alternative than to surrender to the fever as she squirmed beneath him. She wrapped her arms around his solid body, pulling him as close as possible. In a frenzy, she ground her pussy against his dick, in an attempt to douse the flames. Her breathing quickened, and her heart raced as she worked vigorously against his crotch.
"Mmm, Taylor, you're going to be my undoing," Victor growled.
He made quick work of removing her bra. When her breasts sprang free, Taylor excited as his gaze roamed over her with appreciation.
"So beautiful," he whispered as he palmed both breasts.
Taylor whimpered with desperation when he sucked her pebbled nipple into his hot mouth. Powerful currents shot to her sex as he licked and sucked the sensitive bud. So frantic, she found herself grinding against air.
"Victor, fuck me, please," she begged.
Without releasing her nipple, he slid his fingers into the crotch of her dampened panties. He rubbed her swollen clit, causing her to cry out. With no warning, Victor ripped the thin material from her body. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the sofa, before plunging between her thighs. He licked her entire pussy before sucking her throbbing clit between his lips, confirming his own pleasure with a sensual moan.
"Ohh, fuck!" Taylor shouted. "Ohh! Ugh!"
Taylor found herself on the brink of insanity as he licked, sucked, and gorged on her. And when he inserted a thick finger, her pussy clenched and she lost control, exploding around it. Taylor froze as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her. But Victor wasn't finished. He continued to lick her throbbing center, causing her entire body to shake uncontrollably. The sensation was becoming too much for Taylor to handle, so much so that she actually pushed against his forehead as a plea for mercy. When he relented, she exhaled a breath that she had been painfully holding.
Victor stood, still fully clothed. Taylor admired his large dick, stretching the fabric of his pants. As he undressed, she tried to control her breathing and still her quivering body. But when he was fully naked, the sight of his chiseled form and steel-hard dick did nothing to calm her. Taylor licked her lips and marveled at his manhood. The size of it was damn near threatening. And he knew it because when Taylor looked up at him, he was donning a smirk that was almost arrogant. He began to slowly stroke the length of his dick. The erotic scene caused Taylor's mouth to water. She moved closer, intending to take him into her mouth, but he halted her progression with a hand to her shoulder.
"Next time, baby. I need to be inside of you," he said in a deep hoarse voice.
Taylor leaned back on the sofa, spread her legs, and extended the invitation. Victor retrieved a condom from the pocket of his slacks, tore into the golden wrapper, and rolled it down his hard, thick shaft. He dropped to his knees and slowly guided the swollen head inside of her. She felt a sweet pain as she stretched to accommodate him. He exhaled a harsh breath as he sank deeper. Stunned by the initial invasion, Taylor forced her muscles to relax around him. He began to slowly ease in and out of her slick pussy, and Taylor found herself moving along with him. He was filling her completely. The friction of their coupling was igniting a spark that was sure to lead to orgasmic bliss. He pushed her knees into her chest and fucked her with aggression; so hard and so deep that he was fucking her soul. Taylor, without shame, shouted his name over and over.
Victor roughly grabbed her bouncing breast, pinching and kneading her nipples. Beads of sweat trickled down his strong torso. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed throughout the room.
"Damn, sweetheart," he grunted. "You're so fucking tight. I'm gonna fuck your tight little pussy all night; then I'm gonna lick it, and fuck you some more."
His dirty words were a direct line to her sex, taking her to the boiling point.
“Yes! Ugh! You... feel so damn good. I'm cum-ming!" she screamed, hearing the hoarseness in her own voice.
Like a volcano, she erupted so hard that she could see the proof of her violent orgasm splashing against his tight abs. Taylor howled as she came harder than she ever had in her entire life. And he was right with her. After one powerful thrust, he stilled. His dick pulsed as he pumped hot cum into the condom. Taylor could feel the warmth, even through the protective barrier.
But, if Taylor thought that he was done, she was wrong. Because, as promised, he licked and fucked her all night long.
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The incessant shrill of her ringing phone jerked Taylor from a deep sleep. She peeked over her shoulder to check the time. It was barely seven in the morning. She reached on the nightstand and grabbed her cell. It was an unknown number. She swiped to ignore and returned it to the nightstand. But no sooner than her head hit the pillow, it rang again. She snatched the phone and swiped.
"What?!" she snapped in a groggy voice.
"Miss Montgomery?"
"What?" she repeated into the phone.
"Miss Montgomery, I'm sorry to bother you, but the governor isn't answering his phone."
"Who... who is this?"
"It's Kenyatta, ma'am, Kena, Governor Creed’s assistant."
"Oh," Taylor said, sitting up.
His incredibly pretty, Black assistant.
"He's asleep," Taylor groaned.
"Miss Montgomery, the governor..."
"Taylor. Call me Taylor."
"Yes, okay, Taylor, the governor has a very important meeting at eight. Please wake him and let him know that I'll be bringing him a change of clothes in thirty minutes."
Taylor wondered if Victor ever made a move that Kenyatta wasn't aware of. She somehow doubted it.
"Um... I'll... okay."
"Thanks, Taylor."
"No problem."
Taylor rolled over. The sight of Victor sleeping on his back with one hand behind his head and the other covering his balls caused her to shiver. His rock hard body was a total contradiction to the softness in his face as he slept. She admired his beauty as she ran her fingers over the soft hairs on his chest.
"Victor," she whispered softly.
He stirred but didn't wake.
"Victor," she repeated a little louder.
