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)
But people in D.C. can’t say the magic words. They can’t admit any weakness, instead dissembling right and left. So oftentimes, I’m not sure what to think. I don’t have the entire picture, and the mess of white lies makes it impossible to synthesize a reasonable answer. I hate that. Like I said, decision-making is the pits when you can’t get a bead on what’s really going on.
But this wasn’t the time to ponder HR and personnel problems. My beautiful date was coming, and I couldn’t wait to see her. Sure enough, a soft knock came from the door to my left.
“Mr. President,” sounded a soft murmur. “It’s Bridget.”
“Come,” I called, and slowly, the heavy slab opened to reveal the curvy brunette. Shit, she looked even better than last time. The brunette was dressed in a black cocktail dress that hugged her curves with just enough creaminess at the top to make my mouth water, and just short enough to start my cock hardening.
“Hi,” I rumbled. “Come in.”
She let herself into the office, slowly shutting the door behind her.
“Oh wow,” she said, looking around. “It looks just like the pictures.”
“It does,” I said with a low laugh. “In fact, they have replicas of this office down to the pens and pencils. They keep them for movies and the like. You can rent it if you need it.”
She flushed, still staring around with wondering eyes.
“Really?” she murmured, looking at the ornate crystal chandelier. “They have the Oval Office down to the last detail?”
“Absolutely,” I stated. “Every single thing is in place, you just have to assemble it.”
Bridget laughed then before sitting down, that tinkle causing my cock to jerk.
“Wow, it’s incredible,” she said. “But I guess when you’re so powerful, anything is possible.”
I got up, coming around the desk to sit on the couch across from her. Man these things were plush and I almost sank to the bottom. But the girl looked so delicious that I didn’t bother to frown, not when Bridget was so close.
“So tell me,” I said casually. “How have you been since last time?”
The brunette blushed beautifully.
“Good, thanks. It’s been a long week at work but it went faster after I knew I was going to see you again.”
Again, her honesty was refreshing because most women would play games. They’d hem and haw about being so busy with gym, work, and a million other things, when the whole time I knew they’d been obsessing about me. But Bridget was different. Truth shone from those caramel brown eyes, and I appreciated her candor.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I growled. “I’m happy to see you again too.”
She shifted a bit on the seat, her breasts bobbling slightly. My cock hardened even more. Shit, I couldn’t focus because she was so tempting but I had to. It was rude to sweep her into my arms and ravish the woman without even a little bit of conversation.
But my girl’s a dirty one because she shifted again, as if knowing her effect on me.
“But there is one thing,” she hinted with a devious smile.
I liked where this was going.
“Hmm, sweetheart?”
“Well,” she purred. “I’ve been achy since last week. It’s been real hard you know, sitting down at all. No matter how I move I just can’t get comfortable.”
My cock popped to full strength then because the little slut was telling me how much she liked it. In our two hours together, I’d dicked both her holes good, trashing her front and back all the way.
“Oh really?” I said smoothly. “And what would make it feel better?”
She fluttered her lashes at me while looking demurely at her hands.
“Well, if you kissed it, I think it would feel better,” she purred. “But it’ll take a lot of kissing.”
And with that, it was all over. In two seconds, I had her face down my lap, nude and creamy, bottom pointing upwards. But I didn’t just kiss. I lapped and stroked, making sure the beautiful brunette got hers. Because Bridget deserved every second of loving, and after five minutes of hot play, we came simultaneously again, my finger stuck in her butt as she sucked my cock.
“Mmmph,” she mewled, mouth full of jizz with her eyes wide and surprised. “Mmmph.”
Her bottom was pulsing around my digit and I pushed it in her even further.
“That’s right, little slut,” I muttered before pulling it out with an audible pop and putting it in my mouth. “Goddamn, you taste good.”
She squealed then, swallowing heavily before letting out a gasp.
“You didn’t!” she cried. “Stop! It’s so dirty back there!”
But I wasn’t having it.
“Naw, sweetheart, you’re not dirty. All of you tastes good, and these curves belong to me.”
And with that, I pulled Bridget upwards, cradling that voluptuous form in my lap. Shit, she was creamy and smelled so amazing, like female musk mixed with flowers.