Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 13655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Epilogue
Dalton
Five Months Later
“Calm down, greedy ass.” Smack.
“Hmm. You know all that does is make me hornier.” Her voice is lower as she pushes her pussy in my face. I smile against her pussy before taking a long lick from her rosebud to her clit. She tries to move her hips, but my hand is on her ripening belly, keeping her in place. “D, please. I can’t take it.” She whines when she is really needy and I fucking love it. It probably makes me a dirty man, but I love hearing her whiny voice begging me for something only I can give her.
“Baby just enjoy it. It is all going to be alright.” I take a second to admire her wide spread legs and swollen, pink pussy. Here she lays, clad in jewels and an expensive dress, getting ready for a formal dinner as First Lady and it still doesn’t compare to my child inside of her and my diamond on her finger. Needing more of me on her and inside of her, I spit on her asshole, my blood raging, watching while it falls from my mouth onto her bud, and drips down the crack, leaving a trail of ownership in its wake. My thumb slips inside her hotspot, putting more of me into her. She hisses then hums from the intrusion, pushing further onto my finger.
“Shit, D. I’m so close. So close.” She always gets so worked up before an event or before she leaves the house really. She is self-conscious because right after our press conference where we announced our marriage and pregnancy, the media was awful to her. It of course was mostly about her age and at one point they even called her a fame seeker. This is the first time I came unglued. I gave an impromptu interview, something no sitting President has ever done, and told them to go fuck themselves, basically. I let the reporter know I had been in love with her since the day we met, but due to my political aspirations and having no desire to register as a sex offender, I stayed away from her.
Once that part of the situation was cleared up, they homed in on her age. As they see it, she is too young to contribute to our America. So now, my wife is anxious anytime she has to do anything in public and this is the only thing that calms her before we leave. Focusing on her clit, I lick it harder and move my thumb in and out of her. “Come on my tongue baby. Give me the sugar.” She screams when I add some teeth to her clit. I lick her through the orgasm, petting her belly as she comes down.
“Oh God. That was amazing.” She says stretching her arms. I kiss her mound one more time and kiss her belly where my son is obviously sleeping, before pulling her dress down.
“Do you feel better, my love?”
“Yes. Thank you. You always know what I need.”
“That is my job. Now, wife, let’s go show them what a real power couple in love looks like.” She grabs my hand and stands from the bed. Her hair has fallen down around her shoulders from the updo it was in and as usual, I am in awe of how stunning she is. “You look beyond, baby.” I take her lips in a chaste kiss before we walk to the stairs.
“Thank you, handsome. Shall we?” Nodding, I lead her down the stairs, never letting go of her hand, my eyes glued to her now rosy cheeks and relaxed face.
“Good evening FLOTUS Leigh.” Her head of security, Cami, addresses her.
“Cami, thank you for coming in on your day off for this. My husband trusts no one but you for outings such as this.” It’s true. Her team is all female, ex-special ops and marines. I don’t want a man that close to my wife if I can help it. Bad enough most photogs are male, and they are always trying to find her in compromising positions.
“It’s my pleasure ma'am.” She opens the door, letting both of us get seated inside of the car before closing the door. Grabbing her hand, she looks at me with so much love and trust in her eyes and every damn day I vow to never do anything to make that look change.
“Are you sure you still want to do this?” I ask her this all the time. Back a few months ago when the media was extra mean and volatile, I told her I would resign effective immediately if she needed me to. Nothing and I mean nothing, is ever going to be more important than her and our child. Her father can take over if he has to.
“Yes. As long as I have you, I can do anything.”