Page 26 of Queen of Ruin

I peer into the case, noticing how the original ink is so faded you can barely make out the words, but I don’t need to see them on a piece of paper because they are ingrained in my mind. “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness,” I recite with my eyes trained on her the whole time. “If that is not poetry, then I don’t know what is.”

“You make it sound so beautiful.”

“Each man that signed this document did so with a fear for his life, so yes, there is beauty and courage in one’s conviction for doing something difficult, and at the time, very unpopular.”

“You really love history,” she observes.

“Not just history, but specifically this because it is the catalyst for the U.S. Constitution which is the very basis for law, and by extension, the protection of,” I explain hastily. “I’ve seen it many times, from childhood field trips to a curious adult, and the emotions it evokes never lessens.” I dare to look at her for fear that I’ve rambled too much and possibly bored her.

“And yet, you’re not a lawyer,” she counters. “I would think that if you’re so moved by it, you would be able to set aside your pride to protect it.”

“My pride?”

“Isn’t that what you said earlier?” she reminds me. “You take what you want.”

“Pride can either make you soar or ground you.” I have been grounded so long that I don’t remember what it feels like to fly. “If I tried and failed, then what?”

She shrugs which isn’t an agreement, nor is it a contradiction, and I think it’s her indifference that makes me pull at the collar of my shirt.

“If you don’t try, then you’ll never know.”

When she bends over to look inside the case, I swear she does it on purpose because she knows that her skirt lifts enough to reveal the crease of her ass that I was so fixated on earlier in the reading room. It’s not just the soft roundness of exposed flesh that I see, it’s the hint of a G-string underneath that sets my pulse racing, the tiny strand of black cotton threaded through her ass cheeks.

I know it’s deliberate when she looks back at me, strands of her long blonde hair caressing the glass that holds the most important piece of our nation's history, and I don’t care that she’s taunting me.

“Evangeline,” I grit out a warning and that defiant, taunting smile of hers will be the death of me. “Do you want me to go to jail for public indecency?” I warn through gritted teeth.

She straightens, looking at me with those not so innocent eyes and says, “I doubt it would be the first time.”

I stand next to her, my fingers discretely inching their way up the back of her thigh and under her skirt to feel the warm, soft roundness of her ass, and she invites me in by parting her legs further. I run my finger along the slit of her cunt, feeling the wetness that is already starting to pool against the thin fabric of her panties. I groan in response.

“You’re right, but the first time wouldn’t be as worth it as this.”

“You’ll have to tell me the story,” she whispers, and then rewards me with a small moan as I cup her pussy, one finger pressing firmly on the bud of her clit.

I lean in close, looking down at her, my eyes traveling over her parted lips. “Perhaps if you’re a good girl, I will.”

“Darren Walker,” she slides her hand over my growing cock, and even through the fabric of my jeans it is tantalizing enough to cause my balls to draw tight and my stomach to quiver. “We only have fifteen minutes, and I think we’ve taken up about ten of those.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” I rasp. “Do you doubt that I could make you come in under five?” I challenge, draping the trench coat around her shoulders. The feel of her trembling thigh against the back of my hand makes me want to bend her over right here.

“Perhaps if we’re quiet, I’d let you fuck me right here,” she taunts, her fingers skimming over glass that holds the Declaration of Independence. “Bernie looks to be hard of hearing,” she teases.

“Silent is not how I fuck,” I whisper in her ear as I slip my fingers under her skirt again.

The sound of her broken breath is enough to make me come in my pants, especially feeling the flimsy, soaked fabric of her panties, and every wet fold of her layers underneath. She leans into me, resting her forehead to my chest, short breaths escaping her lips and her fingers curling around the hem of my shirt. I wish I could set her down on the display, part her thighs, and kneel before her so I could sink my tongue into her bare, wet cunt.

The indecent thoughts fuel my need to make her come, to hear her whimper and beg against my chest. I increase the pressure of my thumb on her clit, and I know I’ve hit the right spot when the trembling of her thighs intensifies.

“Darren,” she whispers in a panic, her earlier bravado fading. Her voice is broken and faded, much like the document that sits underneath the glass mere inches from where we stand. “I can’t…” she begs breathlessly, peering over my shoulder.

“This is what you wanted,” I whisper in her ear while she begins to fall apart. “This is why you wore this skirt and those panties, to tempt me,” I remind her gruffly.

It’s not just her short skirt or her cunt gripping my fingers, it’s her pouty lips, and her moans that sound like church bells that make me a deviant; the kind of man who prays at the altar of the Constitution, and yet, here I am, defiling one of America’s greatest documents because of her.

I grip the back of her neck, pulling her closer, letting her lean against me as her body wilts heavily with desire. “So, you can, and you will, Queenie,” I rasp just before I pull her mouth to mine, capturing her cries as her orgasm crests, right before the iron gates are unlocked and a group of patrons are let into the rotunda.

To them, we might look like a pair of lovers overcome with emotion, slouched together and murmuring whispered sentiments about viewing the document instead of a desperate man who just gave his wife an orgasm in under five minutes.

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