Page 11 of The Bad Boys Of Capitol Hill

“Yeah well this is how I fuck you wanted my cock in you, now you’ve got it. I’m going to fuck you hard, now and every other time I take you and there will be others. Remember, you opened the door now you can take it like a big girl. Hold your legs in place and don’t let them go.” I pushed her legs back to her ears. “Look at that pussy swallow my cock, you’re doing good baby. Shh, shh.” She cried and tried to ease off my cock but I wasn’t having that shit, she’d awakened the beast even though I’d warned her time and again. I always knew, that’s why I didn’t answer the call any of the times she sent out the signal. I knew that if I ever put hands on her it would be like this. She made me feel too much for it to be any other way.

I’ve spent the last three years trying to work her out of my system, looking for anything that would erase the sweet feel of her in my arms for the few seconds I’d had her there that night, before I’d come to my senses and pushed her away for her own good. Now it was too late, she’d let me in and the pussy was just as fucking good as I suspected it would be. But what happens next? Was I just an itch she needed to scratch? maybe it was a game to her, take one ride on the wild side before she settled down with some slick trust fund baby that her folks had picked out for her. Fuck that. She might’ve been the one to start this shit but I’ll be the one to end it. Before I could check my move I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back glaring down at her.

“This is my pussy now, you even think about giving it up to anyone else, any of those preppy fucks you like to hang around with and I’ll beat your ass but good.” She flooded my cock and screamed; I barely caught it with my mouth before she brought the house down. “My pussy, mine, mine, mine, say it.”

“Yours I’m yours; please.” I teased her clit to help her out because I had no intentions on easing up on my thrusts into her sweet cunt. It was too good, made just for me, the shit grabbed me like a second skin and as much as she was complaining her ass was moving and she was taking me in deep.

I pile drove into her upturned pussy enjoying the pull of her muscles deep within. “Your pussy’s so tight fuck.” Lifting her ass in my hands I pulled her harder onto my cock. Looking down at her then was a mistake. I wasn’t expecting what I saw there. Lust yes, want maybe, but not the love and adoration that shone through. “Fuuuucccckkkkk! What are you doing to me? don’t you fucking look at me like that.” I accepted the incongruity of me saying those words to her even as I plowed her belly, racing to plant my seed in her.

“I love you.”

“Don’t you say it.” My hips sped up and I pulled her in close still not able to release her eyes, they had a hold on me even as I warned myself to look away. It was just pussy, wasn’t it? “I love you.” Those sneaky little arms of hers came up and wrapped around me as her pussy sucked me in. “Argggghhhhhh.” Son of a bitch. I started blasting inside her, a never-ending stream of jizz just spewing like a power hose inside her. My seed, my life giving seed was no doubt making a beeline for her fucking womb. Still I didn’t stop, didn’t pull out, just kept thrusting going deeper making sure that when I pulled out not one drop would be wasted. I’m so fucked.

She kept whispering the words as I came down. I was pissed; I wanted to lash out at her for what she was doing to me. It wasn’t fair, she’d turned my fucking life upside down because there was no way I could let her go now. Still I wasn’t about to let her off that easily. “You love me huh, let’s see how much you love me after this, on your hands and knees, ass in the air. Now!” I had to tack on the last when she seemed confused by my order. She thinks she knows what it means to be Jared Spears woman we’ll see.

I licked her red pussy from behind spreading her ass open and fucking her there with the tip of one finger before sinking it all the way home. She twitched on my tongue and moaned before I rose up to my knees behind her. “Ahhhhhhhh.” Now it was her turn to scream when I sank my cock meat into her to the hilt. “Take it.” I slid in and out giving her time to get used to this new position knowing that I was hurting her a little.

“Fuck yourself back on my cock baby; yeah like that.” Her fists pounded the bed when I started a steady pounding in and out of her little pussy. “Please oh fuck, so deep.” I lifted her ass fucking deeper into her.

“This is who I am, you want me this is what you have to look forward to every day for the rest of your life. I’ll fuck you every time I look at you, three, four, five, times a day. I like to fuck and I like a lot, you can’t handle that tell me now and I pull out and walk away.”

“Don’t please don’t stop.”

“Fine.” I leaned over and sniffed her neck before marking her. Her pussy tightened around my cock and I bit harder. “My hot little bitch wants my mark does she?”

“Yes mark me, make me yours.”

“You already are.” I pulled out and flipped her back over before sliding into her. Holding her face in my hands I looked into her eyes. Now I could give her tender, the madness had passed. I’d made the decision, now she was mine, my woman mine to have. I was gentle as I moved the hair off her face. “My way.” I made love to her then, going slow, sharing soft loving kisses with her as I took it easy on her sore pussy.

“Your pussy sore baby?” she nodded shyly as she lifted her hips to accept my cock.

“I’ll take care of it.” Pulling out I lifted her to my mouth, licking and sucking until she flooded my mouth and chin with her juice. “I’ll go slow now baby no need to cry.” I eased my cock back into her and held her close whispering words of praise and encouragement in her ears.

“I love the way your pussy feels around my cock baby, like you were made for me.” I kissed her long and hard, the fingers of one hand moving down between us to strum her swollen clit. She cried out into my mouth as I rode her nice and slow with deep strokes. “I’ll talk to the senator in the morning, one way or the other, whether he agrees or not, you’re mine and you’re going to stay mine, do you understand?” Her loud yell of approval was all the answer I needed.

The President’s Secret

Chapter 1

I watched as she made her way swiftly across the floor, head down, hair swinging forward to hide her face, which was no doubt bearing a blush. That was her trademark, flushed cheeks and pale pink lips. It’s what drew me to her; that touch of innocence in a world of cutthroat politics and dark dealings.

She had become my escape, the one thing I kept only for me, not to be shared with another. No one knew of our meetings, not even my most trusted friends, my advisors. If they knew, they would seek to put an end to what we had and I couldn’t let that happen, wouldn’t let that happen.

There’s no way I would survive this presidency without her sweet body to offer me release. Even now, the thought of burying myself inside her was all that kept me sane. There had been times when I’d been rough with her. When some asshole from some corner of the world had pissed me the fuck off and I wanted to commit murder.

Instead I usually called her up under some pretense or another, and she’d spend the rest of the night tied to my bed. Those times rough was the only thing that would do it for me. I enjoy a nice roll in the hay every once in a while. She’s been made love to as often as she’s been fucked, but I’ve taught her to love my dominance of her in the bedroom, in fact, she now craves it, like a drug.

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“Come here.”

The press conference had run a little longer than I expected, and had become almost unbearable coming on to the end. It had been days since I’d last had her: tasted her, smelt her. For one reason or another we had been kept apart; my travels for matters of state, her job as one of my senior advisors, there was always something.

“I missed you.” The words were uttered against her lips as I licked across them with my tongue, seeking entrance. She opened to me and I drew her in closer, our bodies fitting perfectly together thanks to the killer heels she wore.

Outside the door I could hear the foot traffic of the White House staff as they went about their daily routines. In the back of my mind was the knowledge that anyone could approach at any given moment, maybe that added to the thrill of the forbidden.

I came back to the present when she rubbed herself against me in that sensual way she knew drove me crazy. Running my hand up her thigh, I checked that she was following orders. She wasn’t allowed to wear underwear when in my presence. My fingers connected with the almost bare flesh of her pussy. “I need to give you another shave sweetheart. Open.”

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