as she continues to ride me. We continue to kiss and moan, and I can feel myself getting harder inside her.
“I’m going to come inside you,” I whisper in her ear. “I’m going to fill you with my cum.”
She looks at me, her eyes wild with desire. “Come in me, David please.”
I stare into her eyes as I feel the pleasure grow. I moan as I begin to explode deep inside her. She continues to ride, harder now, as if spurred on by the feeling of my hot cum filling her. I hear her moan in ecstasy as well, before she collapses next to me.
“You…” My brain is fuzzy, and I can barely think straight. “Are incredible.”
She puts an arm around me and we snuggle in close.
I hold her. Veronica, my… I don’t really know what to call her, but I do know for sure she is mine. I smile as I slowly drift off to sleep.
Veronica
The crowd that is waiting for us when we land back in DC takes me by surprise.
I mean… I know that the whole world has been watching David and I for some time now. My phone constantly buzz buzz buzzing and the never-ending threat of the paparazzi make that pretty clear.
But to see so many hundreds of people clapping and cheering as we get off the plane? Yeah, it’s surreal.
“What are they clapping for?” I whisper in David’s ear.
He flashes his award-winning smile, the kind that women around the nation sit at home and swoon over. But it’s not for me. It’s for the public.
“They’re clapping for us,” he explains softly.
We make our way down the ramp. There’s a black car waiting there to pick us up. I’ve gotten more used to the site of my own private transport than I might like to admit.
It feels pretty silly that anyone would be clapping for me, but with David by my side? I understand. It hasn’t been too long since I could have been in one of their places.
Not for the first time, I glance at the man beside me in awe. The person holding my hand right now… is David Shepard, President of the United States. The youngest ever president elected to office. A man that would take up pages and pages of all kinds of history books in the years to come.
One day, David Shepard will be talked about in legend. And here I am, walking beside him.
And not just walking beside him, I think with a blush. I’ve done plenty of other things with him too. Not too long ago, I became a member of the mile-high club with him…
The thought of it makes me go far redder than I would like. I hope there’s no photographers nearby or there’s going to be a suspiciously tomato-like First Lady pictured in tomorrow’s headlines.
When we make it back to the White House, it’s like I never left. I suppose it’s mostly because I’d only brought a few outfits with me when I was leaving, but there’s really nothing much to unpack.
“Miss Waters,” Jackson says, nodding his head as we draw closer.
“Jackson.” It’s good to see his face. But then… I remember the way we left things. “I’m sorry for getting in the way of your job like that.”
If Jackson is mad, he doesn’t show it at all. “It’s not a problem, Miss Waters.”
I shoot him a knowing look. “Really, though. I know it must have sucked. You can tell me.”
“It’s not a problem.”
“Jackson is a consummate professional, Veronica,” David says, giving the man a firm nod. “You probably won’t get anything more out of him.”
“I probably put him in a tough spot, though. When I left like that.”
“Probably,” David says dryly. “I’m sure his boss, the President, is terribly annoyed.” He raises an eyebrow. “Jackson is fine. I promise.”
We make our way to the entrance. The one that leads to my rooms.
“Did nobody wonder why I was gone?” I ask David as he helps me with my bag.
He really doesn’t have to, since at least six members of the Secret Service have offered to do it for him. But I can’t feel too put out about seeing his arms flex carrying the case…
“We really weren’t away for very long,” he explains, not breaking a sweat as we take the bags through the doors. “I tasked Andrews with coming up with a cover story. I believe the story is that you were meant to be visiting your father, and I thought it best to join