Page 12 of The Bad Boys Of Capitol Hill

She spread her legs for my fingers and I finger fucked her while sucking her tongue into my mouth.

“The others will be here soon for the follow up.” I heard the panicked excitement in her voice.”

“They can wait, this can’t. Release me.”

She fought with the buckle of my belt until it came undone and pushing her hand down the front of my silk briefs, touched the tip of my cock with light strokes. Without needing to be told she fell to her knees, and pulling my eleven inches of angry cock all the way out of its confines, took me into her mouth.

I buried my hands in her very sophisticated upswept hairdo, sending pins flying without much care. I loved her hair, the long silky blonde length of it that came to the middle of her back when released. I especially loved the way it tickled my face when she rode my cock.

When she’d sucked my cock to its fullness, I pulled her up none too gently and lifted her so that my cock kissed the entrance to her already dripping pussy. “Look at me.” She opened her eyes and looked into mine, her breathing erratic as the pulse raced in her neck. I used one of my hands to lead my cock into her. She was still so tight, even after months of me plowing her. I guess that was the resilience of youth.

Licking the flesh of her cheek I sat her on my cock as I held her ass in my hand. Pulling her down hard until I was all the way in. “Fuck yeah.” I walked over to the bank of windows in my private office in the east wing. There was no danger of being seen from the outside since the glass was one way, but I had the pleasure of watching others walk by down below as I fucked into her.

She bit her lip to keep her wild cries inside as I bit into her flesh wherever I could reach. I loved marking her it was one of my greatest pleasures in fact. This position wasn’t working for me, even though she’d already flooded my cockhead twice. I needed something more.

Walking across the room with her impaled on my cock, I pulled out when we reached the couch and then I thought better of it. The floor will do nicely for what I had in mind. I took her down and slammed into her hard. She wasn’t able to keep her voice down this time and I cut her off mid-scream with a hand around her throat and one over her mouth.

“Shh, be a big girl and take me.” There was no give on the hardwood floor, I could pound into her to my heart’s content and know that she was feeling the full force of my cock hitting her deep. Her slender form looked as though it would break in half beneath my much bulkier form. That too gave me pleasure. Never before have I had the need to dominate a woman so completely. It was something in her that brought that out in me. Now no one else will ever do again.

My advisors thought it was high time that I married, but the list of hopefuls paled in comparison to my Kayla. And since the thought of cheating on a wife made me sick to my stomach, I benched the idea. Besides, I wasn’t about to get married just because someone else thought it was a good idea.

Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I spread her open and slid into her nice and slow giving her pussy a small break from my incessant pounding. “Tonight you’re coming to my rooms and you’re staying the whole night, until I’ve had my fill. Prepare to be fucked to within an inch of your life, it’s been a long day.” I brought her off with my finger on her clit before pulling out and spilling my seed all over her spread thighs and lower belly. “Go clean up, I hear the others coming.”

Getting to my feet I fixed my still hard cock back into my pants as she scrambled for the bathroom. By the time she came back out the room was filling with the rest of my advisors and I had myself under control. It was getting harder and harder to keep up the farce, each time I had her I wanted more. This fucking her and letting her out of my bed was growing stale. I knew where my mind was going but it was a delicate situation.

For all that she was highly intelligent, Kayla didn’t come from a moneyed background, something that my snooty advisors might not overlook if I should broach the subject of marriage to her. Not that I needed their permission, but for all their backward ideals they were friends and I valued their opinions when it came to the presidency, too bad they couldn’t separate the man from the office.

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“Marcus we’ve got the numbers here from the last poll.” Colvin Samuels started off the meeting as per usual. As the eldest of the bunch the others usually gave way to his seniority.

“And which poll would that be?” There was always a poll about something or another. I’d stopped paying much interest after the first year. I wasn’t here to win a popularity contest but to run the country that I loved the best way I knew how and keep us on the path of prosperity set down by the forefathers.

“The one pertaining to your single state, did you look over that list of hopefuls we sent you?” I looked at Kayla out of the side of my eye. I knew this couldn’t be easy for her, hearing talk of the man who’d just been buried balls deep inside her marrying another woman. I couldn’t reassure her, as much as I might want to, it was neither the time nor the place. That didn’t mean I had to like it.

“I thought we decided to table this until the thing in the middle-east calmed down?” I shifted my attention to the table of suits at large.

“Yes well, the people have spoken and fifty-four percent would feel better if their commander in chief was married with a family. It shows a sign of commitment and stability, and if you want a shot at that second term we think that you should give this some serious thought.”

“I would think the fact that I’ve managed to avoid an unnecessary war and get twenty five percent of the country back to work would be a good showing of what kind of man I am. I don’t see why my being single would have anything to do with my ability to make decisions as I’ve already proven that it doesn’t.”

“That’s all good and well, but you took the last election with the help of mostly women, most of them housewives two to one. Those same women are looking for you to make a commitment, you don’t want them thinking you’re running wild behind closed doors do you? If you’ll excuse me Ms. Stevens but may I be frank sir?”

I sat at the edge of my seat, how did he know about Kayla and I? I thought we’d been so careful. He carried on before I could interject. “This may not be polite conversation for mixed company but we’re all adults here and you are part of this team. Now Mr. President, you’re a young man in his prime, very soon those women are going to get to wondering exactly what it is that their president does to relieve his baser needs, we all know you weren’t a monk before you took office.”

I relaxed back into my seat with a slight smirk. “I see your point, but still, I don’t see the need for the rush…”

“But there very much is a need sir.” Thompson piped in.

“We’ve pared the list down to the five most suitable. Jensen passed me another portfolio which I flipped open absentmindedly. I was very aware of Kayla as she sat tight lipped her head down and that look of sadness that I hated to see on her face.

“The Truman girl is the best of the bunch, she’s got good breeding and she has an unblemished reputation, nary a blip on her record.” Sure, some mealy mouth little mouse who would probably squeak in terror if I tried to do half the things I needed to do to a woman to get off. My eyes once again went to Kayla, now instead of sadness she was pissed. I frowned slightly at this, I could understand her discomfort but we’d had this conversation and she knew I had no intentions of marrying any of these women.

The meeting dragged on forever before we turned to other more pressing matters. As soon as the meeting was over she got up and strolled out of the room without so much as an acknowledgement. The others didn’t seem to notice her odd behavior but I was aware of her every breath. I guess she was more upset than I thought, didn’t matter; I’ll make it up to her tonight.

Chapter 2

When the appointed time came and went and she wasn’t here, at first I got worried; then when her phone went to voice mail my worry was only heightened. It wasn’t like her to brush me off. As the minutes ticked by I paced the confines of my room like a caged beast. Had she been hurt? The thought scared the shit out of me and I tried her line again. This time she answered on the third ring.

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