Assisting April – The President’s Daughters Read Online M.K. Moore, ChaShiree M

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors: ,
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
<<<<789101119>20
Advertisement


Dropping to my knees in front of her, I pull her panties down her legs. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I could come just from staring at her.

“Ken?” she questions, but I look up at her instead of answering her for any sign of hesitation. Any sign that she doesn’t want what’s about to happen. When I don’t see any, I begin to place biting kisses on her thighs before my tongue swipes through her wetness. I groan at the taste of her. One hit, and I’m addicted. Addicted. She cries out, and only then does she move her hands. She grips my hair so hard I see stars, but I welcome the bite of pain. I dip back into her pussy. Lifting one of her legs over my shoulder, I devour her. I must be doing something right as her heel digs into my upper back. Thank fuck. When I am rewarded with her cum on my beard, I grin and let her leg down. She is unsteady, so I help steady her. She steps out of her shoes, and suddenly, she is much shorter than I thought. She whips her t-shirt off of her head, quickly followed by her bra, and then drops to her knees in front of me. My aching cock wars with my head. I want to tell her she doesn’t need to do this, but I know that I won’t. I am still fully dressed to her utter delicious nakedness. I quickly kick my shoes off as her little hands fumble on my belt. She looks like a sex vixen down on her knees just for me. Her hair is all messy from my fingers, and I want to mess it up more. When my belt hits the floor with a loud metallic clanging sound, she pulls my cock from my black boxers.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, causing me to smile. My smile is wiped away as she pulls as much of my cock into her mouth. I don’t think I could tell you my name right now. Her innocent little mouth is working some kind of magic on me, and I fucking love it.

“Shit,” I say harshly. Harsh enough that she pulls back, a long trail of salvia connecting her mouth to my angry-looking cock. Fuck that’s hot.

“Did I do it wrong? It’s my first time,” she says, biting her lip and looking back down at my cock. I use my index finger to push her chin back up so that she is looking me in the eye.

“No, babe. It’s so fucking right. So right.” She smiles up at me and pulls me back into her mouth. When her fingers lightly stroke my balls, it’s all over. I come without warning, and she swallows every bit of it down.

“You’re such a good girl,” I say, pulling her to her feet in order to kiss her.

“Let’s do that again.”

“Oh, we will, baby. We will.” Forever.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

APRIL

ONE WEEK LATER

When we show up at Bob Barker’s, but not the Bob Barker’s place, we were informed pretty quickly that he wasn’t the guy. The place was oddly full of old-school The Price is Right memorabilia and Happy Gilmore stuff. When we leave, we sit quietly in the car for three minutes before we both erupt in laughter.

“Umm… that was weird right?” I ask.

“Most definitely. Weirdest one yet.” I’m laughing so hard that I’m crying.

When we finally calm down, he pulls into a restaurant by the beach.

“What are we doing here? You hungry?”

“I thought pizza and mini golf were order for tonight.”

“Mini golf?” This makes me laugh again because I can only think about Happy Gilmore.

“It felt appropriate.”

When I say they I’m terrible at golf, that’s an understatement, but I jump at the chance for Ken to show me how to play. He comes up behind me at each hole to help me with my swing. He wraps his body around me and grips the putter over my hands. I can’t concentrate on what I should be doing. Instead, I’m imagining him throwing me down on the ground and having his way with me.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes, why?”

“You’re breathing hard,” he says, his own breath coming in harsh pants in my ear. His hard body pressed against my back.

“I…umm…”

“Do you need something from me, baby?” I shiver when his lips touch the pulse point on my neck.

“Yes,” I whisper, dripping the putter in my hands.

“Do you want to get out of here.” he asks.

“Yes,” I say, knowing that everything is about to change. Finally.

I turn to him, and he puts his arms around me again. When he kisses me, my knees almost buckle. It’s everything a kiss should be and more. It’s the kind of kiss that tells me that we are through waiting. That we are going to take things to the next level. I moan when he stops abruptly and bends down to pick up our discarded putters and balls. We drop them off and are in the car and on the road before I can say anything else. I’m so amped up I can’t stop touching him. My hands roam every inch of him that I can reach. He’s speeding through unfamiliar roads, but I don’t feel unsafe even for a second.


Advertisement

<<<<789101119>20

Advertisement