Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Oh!” I cried out, looking down as that massive shaft pulsed and twitched in my bottom. “Oh oh!”
Because I couldn’t take it. This was just too dirty. I was sitting in a gorgeous male’s lap, letting him ejaculate into my anus. And the worst part? I loved every second of it. I loved the hot male jism spraying the insides of my butt, I loved the fact that this was the President of the United States, familiar yet also a stranger. But every man has needs, and this alpha male was no different. He jerked and spurted in me, filling me with gallons of seed that overfilled my bottom, the white leaking out between our joined bodies.
“Unnh,” he grunted again, tilting his head back as those hips jerked and pumped. “Unnh yeah.”
I melted against him, pussy pulsing with pleasure as my anus absorbed his hot sperm. It felt so good and I sighed with contentment, pressing my breasts against that hard chest. Because was this really happening? Did I really just have vaginal and then anal sex with the President of the United States? I couldn’t think, much less process the enormity of the situation.
So for the time being, I just let myself enjoy, floating in a warm haze of pleasure. But everything has to end at some point, and eventually we spiraled down to Earth.
“That was good,” he rumbled, chest vibrating beneath my cheek. We were still joined together by our sensitive spots and he shifted a bit, pulsing within my bottom. I gasped slightly, my anus a little raw.
“That was good,” was my shy murmur. “More than good. It was amazing.”
“Oh yeah,” the President said, drawing back to look into my eyes. “Sweetheart, you were incredible. Exactly what I needed.”
I smiled shyly.
“I was?”
“Yeah, absolutely,” he drawled. “This job is stressful to say the least. Sometimes I feel like the only thing I do is make decisions, except the decisions are serious ones about disarmament, nuclear war, climate change, and government benefits. Not exactly the most light-hearted fare,” he said dryly.
“Plus the Second Amendment,” I added playfully. “You have to make decisions about that.”
He laughed, capturing my chin with one big hand before placing a kiss on my lips. It was sweet and soul-destroying all at once, shudders lancing down my spine.
“Plus the Second Amendment,” he conceded with a growl, a dirty gleam in those blue eyes. “So do you like bump stocks now, sweetheart? Are you a fan of heavy arms?”
I blushed before laughing, and then squeezed my anus around his shaft, making the big man gasp.
“I am,” was my purr. “And I’m ready for more.”
Because by my count, only forty-five minutes had passed. There was still an hour before the car came … and I wanted more fun with my president, my lover.
CHAPTER SIX
Bridget
I stumble into my apartment, my knees wobbly and weak because I can hardly believe what just happened. I booked a male escort who turned out to be our Commander in Chief, the magnetic and handsome Robert Carter. Not only that, but I had filthy sex with the alpha, letting him touch me anywhere he wanted, putting his dick in both my holes and loving every moment.
But that’s the thing. What happened was so unreal that I can hardly process it. Because Robert Half turned out to be a placeholder for the real thing, and boy, it can’t get more real than Robert Carter himself. The man is absolutely mouthwatering and my pussy clenched a bit from the memory. He’d made me get down on the carpet after our first session, and ridden me bareback, erupting with cum multiple times in my body.
And now, as I stepped into the shower, a giant glob of semen trailed down my thigh. I’d say it was from my pussy, but it was actually dripping from my ass and with a finger, I scooped it up, looking hungrily at the pearly jism. Because oh god, he tasted good, and although I’d drunk liters of this stuff already, I raised my finger to my lips for another taste. Oh yeah, this was Robert’s virile spunk and I absolutely loved it.
But what was going to happen next? Was this a one-night stand? Did I have to book him again to reach him? Could I call Gold Medallion and speak with his secretary? None of this made sense, and my head whirled, unsure of what to do next. Still dizzy from the experience, I got into bed and fell asleep, the darkness overcoming my mind.
But the next day at the Star Gazette, I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. Multiple times, I gazed into the distance, looking at nothing, or even staring at my cube wall like a moron. I was tempted to call Renee and confess everything, but something stopped me. What had happened was too precious, and I didn’t want to just blab everything without having some time to mull it over first.