The President's Wife - Kathy Myme Page 0,62
his touch.
“Trust me.” He undoes a button and slides off my trousers, revealing my panties. “Nice underwear.”
I can feel between my thighs that I’m already soaking wet for him. It’s a side effect of his presence that I’m used to at this point. I’ve been getting wet for him since the first time we bumped into each other.
With one hand, he pulls my panties off and discards them. I’m entirely naked before him. Entirely at his mercy.
“Do I have control now?” he asks, running a finger down my body.
“Yes, Mr President.” My reply is immediate. I don’t just want him to touch me. I need him to.
David gently parts my thighs and places his head between them. By the time I realize what he’s doing, it’s too late to stop him.
“David…” I say nervously. “I-”
Then he does something with his tongue that makes me let out a small scream.
“Quiet,” he reminds me. “Your father is downstairs. And probably still angry at me.”
I nod quickly, my hands reaching for his hair. “Please…”
“You like that?” he smirks, arrogance crossing his face.
“Just do it again,” I beg.
He does.
His tongue. His mouth. I have to bite the back of my hand not to start screaming again. Involuntarily, I feel my hips thrust as I try to get closer to him. I need more. I need-
“David, I’m going to- I’m going to-”
“Come for me,” he demands. “You will come for me.”
Obediently, my entire world explodes into shockwaves of pleasure. Something within me grows tighter, almost unbearably tight... and then in one unbelievable moment, there’s release.
Every muscle in my body relaxes as I lie on the bed, utterly breathless.
“Did you like that?” the President asks. “Did my good girl like that?”
“Yes, Mr President,” I reply, entirely spent.
There’s an unzipping noise. When I look up, craning my neck, David is undressed. And his cock is hard.
I take a moment to stare at it again. It really is almost impossibly big. To think that I had that inside of me, I think in wonder. The whole thing.
To think I might have it inside of me again.
“Are you ready for me, Veronica?” he asks. “Are you ready to take my cock?”
“Please give me your cock,” I moan, all need. All desire.
The tip of his cock teases my entrance. I feel the curve of him up against me, pushing lightly.
“You want it, Veronica?” he asks.
“Yes, Mr President.”
“What do you want?” He’s getting some sick pleasure out of this. Out of teasing me.
“Your cock.”
“Your cock, what?”
I gasp. “Your cock, Mr President.”
“Well,” he says, the corners of his lips twitching, “it is important to listen to the people’s demands I suppose.”
And then he thrusts forwards, filling me. Filling me until I’m sure I can’t take a single inch more.
David has to cover my mouth to stop my moans. I should be being more careful, especially considering my dad is only downstairs.
But I understand what David means now. When we make love like this, I lose control too.
The pace picks up. The rhythm of our bodies grows bolder, needier. I raise my legs even higher, wrapping them around David’s neck to let him get as deep as possible.
“Are you ready, Veronica?” he groans.
“Ready, Mr President?”
“To come for me.” His hands reach in between my legs and find that spot again. The spot that makes me scream.
“Yes, Mr P-” I stop, biting down. Hard.
The combined feeling of his cock filling me up and his hand rubbing my clit brings me over the edge faster than I’ve ever gone there before. I obey for him instantly, coming so hard it feels like my body is about to melt away.
“Now,” he murmurs against my neck, “are you ready for me?”
“Please,” I beg insistently, “please, Mr President, fill me with your come-”
I feel it when he does. David explodes inside of me, filling me deep with white-hot cum. He closes his eyes when he does so, grunting and thrusting until every last drop is spent.
“David…” I say, wrapping my legs around him even tighter. “Don’t… don’t…”
“I’m not going to go,” he reassures me. He picks me up, his hands around my waist, and transports both of us to a more comfortable position. “I’m going to stay with you.”
Naked and together, we’re curled up into each other. I can feel the beat of his heart. The way his chest moves when he breathes. It’s so comforting and so right.
“You broke the rules,” I whisper, teasing just a little.
David smirks, playing with a loose strand of my hair. “I