Finding March – The President’s Daughters Read Online ChaShiree M, M.K. Moore

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
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“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet. You want me to make you come again real quick?”

“Uh-huh,” I say, nodding. His fingers dip back in and into me. I drop my head back and grip his shoulders. He knows just where to touch me deep inside of me. It doesn’t take much before I’m screaming his name in the confines of the front seat.

“Such a good girl,” he says when I lean down to kiss him.

Shit, I’m going to get used to this. What’s going to happen when he leaves?

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

JOSHUA

I look into her eyes as she sits on my lap. Her cream is on my fingers, and I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.

“I love you,” I tell her, worshipingly.

“I love you too,” she says. I lean up and take her lips with mine. I set her back down on the passenger seat and pull back out onto the road. Two hours later, I find a roadside hotel and check in. We barely make in the door before we’re all over each other. We can’t seem to get enough, which makes sense. We have a lot of time to make up for.

She’s under me on the questionable bedspread in seconds and I’m inside of her before either one of us takes another breath. Her tight hole sucks me deeper with each and every thrust.

“Fuck,” I groan, beginning to move in and out of her. I fuck her harder and harder, nailing her to the mattress. She holds on to my neck and kisses me wherever she can reach. “Peaches, this pussy is mine forever. Don’t take it away from me again. I won’t survive it a second time.”

“I know. I won’t,” she moans.

“Come for me,” I demand. I can feel her little pussy clench around my cock. She moans my name, and I fill her with my seed. I would have thought knocking her up the first time would have tied her to me forever, but the second time will have to see to that. I pull her out of her and lie down beside her. We both pant for breath.

“Josh?” March whispers into the darkness.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For everything. I should have told you before I left that I was pregnant. I should have let you deicide.”

“It’s done now. Don’t worry about it.”

“But I do.”

“Please don’t, baby. Sleep. We’ve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”

We stand outside Mark Moser house. It’s small, with toys all over the yard. A small dog runs around chasing two little girls. March grabs my hand and I knock on the door.

The door opens. A huge man stands in the doorway.

“Can I help you?”

“Are you Mark Moser?”

“Who’s asking?”

“I’m March Barlowe and this is Josh Kingsley. There’s no easy way to ask this but did you donate semen in 1999?”

“Ahh, no. No I didn’t. Come in. My wife is at work and the girls are out playing but I can make a mean expresso.”

March and I look at each other. We shrug and follow Mark inside.

“You have a lovely home,” March says taking a seat at the table in the kitchen where he indicates.

“It’s all thanks to my wife. She recently went back to work after the girls started kindergarten.”

Mark makes coffee and passes them around the kitchen table. We talk for a two hours about nothing and everything.

“We’re sorry to have bothered you,” March says when she’s ready to go. I shake the man’s hand.

“No problem. I hope you find who you’re looking for. It happens when you least expect it.”

“Thank you,” I say. “Come on, Joshie.”

The next name on the list is the last name on the list, then the trip is over. I have to convince her to be my wife by the time we are done.

We decide to go to on to South Dakota tonight. We check into a hotel and grab some dinner. In the morning, we stand together before the majestic Mount Rushmore.

“Have you ever seen anything like this?” I ask. The Six Grandfather’s carved in the mountain face of the Black Hills is giving me chills. It’s a bit of history that has to be seen.

“No,” she whispers in awe. “Have you?”

“No.”

“Let’s go, baby.”

We fill the rest of our time in South Dakota with touristy stuff, sex, food, sex, and even more sex. I can’t get enough of this woman and when I get my way, I’ll never have to reach my fill.

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

MARCH

Well, that was it. Levi Nelson from South Dakota was the final name on my list. Fifteen names out of the almost two hundred January started with, and it feels like we are still no closer. The real thing that is making this unbearable, causing this nauseating pit in my stomach and this huge hole in my heart is that my time with Joshua is up.


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