Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Yes, Mr. President,” I whisper, closing my eyes and folding my hands in my lap.
While rubbing circles onto my back, Pierce gives a sharp whistle, and I hear the door of the wine cellar opening. “Ask them to take these dishes, please,” he says.
Within moments, our dinner plates are cleared, carried off along with Pierce’s compliments to the chef. Before his agents can leave the room again, he says, “We’ll need privacy now. I’ll call you when we’re ready to leave.”
“Yes, sir.”
We’re alone in the room once again, and God, I’m feeling intoxicated in more ways than one. The wine hasn’t made me drunk, only languid and loose. Eager to be alone with the man whose company I’m truly drunk on—and whose lap has become my permanent throne. Every time during our meal where I attempted to return to my own chair, he only tightens his hold and frankly, looks offended that I’m trying to skedaddle in the first place.
I giggle out loud.
Skedaddle is a funny word.
“Eloise,” says the president, picking me up around the waist and throwing me up onto the table in front of him, making my mouth drop open. “You never answered me,” he says, untying his bow tie, stowing it in his pocket and proceeding to undo the first few buttons of his white dress shirt. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
“Of course I do, sir,” I breathe.
His exhale is little rocky. As if he didn’t think it was a sure thing? “So that’s a yes?”
“It’s a hell yes, sir.”
He cracks a laugh, candlelight flickering in the depth of his amber eyes. “You’re making me a very happy man, Eloise. But you’re going to start calling me by my first name if it kills me.” Smile dipping and vanishing completely, Pierce settles his hands on my knees and, looking me in the eye, he draws them open. Open. Open all the way and exposing my white –lace-covered sex, my heart thundering into a sprint when he ducks his head for a look and he sucks in a sharp breath, his lids dropping to half-mast. “Never seen anything prettier in my fucking life.” He leans down and kisses the insides of my thighs, one at a time. “You keep the boys away from it until I could find you, angel?”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, starting to tremble.
“Good girl.” He crooks an arm around my hips, sliding me to the edge of the table. “I’m going to make you so glad you did.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Pierce, angel. And Daddy once my tongue is in it.”
“Ohh oh okay okay,” I whimper, because oh my goodness, he’s rubbing the split of my flesh with his thumb and I’ll say whatever he wants to hear because he’s…he’s so big compared to me and I feel so dainty perched on the table while he tickles me with his thumb, rubbing and rubbing and parting my delicate flesh through the lace, wetting me, soaking me while I struggle not to moan. “You touch it b-better than me.”
“I’m only learning you. Just wait.”
“I don’t want to wait. I can’t.”
“Lay back and open your thighs,” he growls, bringing his thumb to his mouth to suck the essence of me off, his subsequent groan projected at the ceiling. “Going to lick the fuck out of this little vanilla cunt, Eloise.” He grips my dress where it dips between my breasts and wrestles it down to my waist, my breasts bouncing out in order to be devoured by dark eyes. “My God. Juicy everywhere, aren’t you?” His palms travel up by ribcage and cover my breasts, squeezing and batting at them. Slap. Slap. “These are not the tits of a typical first lady, Eloise. Tits like these get the president into trouble.” He bends down and sucks my nipples, right, then left, leaving them erect and shiny. “The country will just have to deal with the fact that I’ve got a good girl with a homewrecker body, won’t they? Because I’m locking you down tight, Eloise Rogers.” Pierce’s upper lip is beginning to sweat when he pulls down my panties, drops them and falls to his knees, rubbing his open mouth over my clit. “Yeah, fuck, that’s like silk.”
I forget what planet I’m on after that.
I’ve never done this before, but I’m positive after three seconds that the president is as good at giving pleasure with his mouth as he is at implementing policy. He uses the edge of his tongue to reach every part of me, parts I didn’t even realize would enjoy being licked so dearly. And I want to focus on his hands because they never stop caressing my outer thighs, my knees, my ankles, my breasts. He touches me everywhere nonstop while his tongue bathes my clit, his groans vibrating in my tummy. And all of this is before he starts teasing my entrance with the pad of his middle finger, slip sliding in the wetness, and finally, oh my word, finally screwing into place where no one has ever been before, his knuckle twisting when it meets resistance and going deeper, deeper, though it seems to require an effort.