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A satisfied hum fell from her mouth and I knew I’d gotten it right.
My balls slapped against her clit and I looked down to watch my cock piston in and out of her with a vengeance.
Her back arched and I could feel that she was close. Three more hard thrusts was all it took to have her collapsing over the chair with a silent scream. I may not have been able to see her face but I saw it clear enough in my mind because I’d witnessed it many times before.
With a loud grunt, I planted myself deep inside of her and finally let go.
I pulled out of her and removed the condom as I walked to the table beside the couch. Snatching up a tissue, I wrapped the condom up in the white rectangle.
I turned around to see Petra standing, smoothing down the bottom of her dress. She then picked up my cut with one hand while holding the other out in the air, palm up.
I got the message loud and clear.
I placed the wad in her waiting hand as I grabbed my cut at the same time.
“You good?” I asked, crowding her space but not daring to touch her.
Her eyes studied mine for a long moment.
Then her fingers were in my beard and her nose brushed against my cheek.
Yeah, babe, love your smell all over me too.
I smirked as the words stayed trapped in my head.
“What do you say?” Her lips were right beside my ear now as she harshly whispered the words.
“Thank you, Pet,” I said with a smirk even though she wouldn’t see it.
I had no problem thanking her, but I wasn’t going to use some generic, bullshit power name. Whether she wanted to realize it or not, we had something. I couldn’t tell you what that something was, but I was determined to remind her that I was more than just some fuck-toy every chance I got. It might have seemed simple to some, but it wasn’t to her and I knew it.
There was a look of amusement in her eyes as she pulled away from me.
I turned my head and watched as she continued to walk away from me, heading down the darkened hall.
“Goodnight, Mr. President,” she playfully called over her shoulder right before the darkness swallowed her whole.
Well, with as much playfulness as a woman like Petra could manage.
With a sigh, I snatched up my clothes and redressed.
Then I headed back home, knowing that this night was over for me.
Petra always drained me, in more ways than one.
And it didn’t help that I was already beat to begin with.
She always demanded, and I always gave.
She demanded more, and I let her have everything I had in me.
Then it was over and we went our separate ways.
I didn’t hate it.
But I knew the day would come when things would change.
It was a good thing I was a damn patient man.
