Page 8 of The Bad Boys Of Capitol Hill

"Right back at you."

"Oh I get it."

And then she brought out the big guns.

"You don't want me but no one else can have me is that it?"

"Stop pushing Danielle, nothing good can come from this."

"Why not?"

"Because you're who you are and I'm who I am."

"Bullshit, your family is one of the original settlers to our nation; you could buy and sell my dad ten times over so what exactly is the problem?"

"I'm not the man for you, I don’t do spoilt little girls."

She stumbled back like I'd slapped her and it took all my strength not to reach out to her, to take back every harsh word; but what good would that do? I couldn't give her what she wanted, couldn't take what I so desperately wanted to.

She seemed to regroup right before my eyes.

"Fine, then I'm calling Drew back and we're going to find somewhere private and away from you so he can screw my brains out."

I honestly don't know how my hand got around her throat, or how the other was wrapped around her hair.

"Over my dead body."

"You...can't...stop...me."

"Wrong answer."

Chapter 4

I'm going to hell; that's all I kept thinking as I took her mouth roughly. I didn't kiss her like she was the young daughter of the president of the United States; I kissed her like what she was. The object of my desire, the woman I'd been lusting after for the past few weeks.

She melted into me like she was starved for my touch, her body wrapped around mine. Even as my conscience begged me to stop I didn't, couldn't, and those little fuck me noises she made only made me want to devour her.

Clothes were shed while our mouths stayed fused together, it's as though she thought if she stopped kissing me long enough I might change my mind, but that wasn't about to happen.

"Danielle, look at me...are you sure? Be very sure little one."

"I'm sure...please." She went for my mouth again, my hungry little girl.

I should find a bed. I can't rut her on the floor like an animal; that's what I told myself, until the sight of her firm upturned tits encased in a fire engine red half-cup lace bra made me fucking drool. Fuck if I'd let someone else see her like this. I kissed the tops of her breasts, teasing her nipples through the lace with my fingertips until she was squirming and panting under me.

Lowering first one cup I took the turgid nipple into my mouth, enjoying the petal softness of her skin. Fuck, my cock was hard and full and she was so small under me that there was no way I wasn't going to hurt her. Kissing my way down her body, I found the matching lace thongs and sucked the material covering her crotch into my mouth, before pushing it to the side so I could finally get at her.

She was all pink and smooth and her pudendum was fat and so fucking enticing I couldn't help sinking my teeth in while testing her tightness with my finger. Her hands came down to grab my hair as I licked my way down to her opening, the point of no return.

With her panties bunched to the side I opened her up with my fingers and studied the soft pinkness of her. I knew what that meant, all that pink; untouched, no one and been here before me and as I lowered my head to drink from her I promised myself that no one else ever would.

Consequences be damned, she was mine, once I fucked her I was staking my claim, she would no longer be the president's daughter but my woman, mine to keep to protect, my P.I.T.A.

I finally dragged her panties off and sucked her tiny pussy until she begged for mercy, if she wanted to be under me she'd have to learn, I'm a man of huge appetites, she'd better get used to it.

I ate her pussy while stretching her maidenhead with my fingers, she fucked my tongue and cooed and cried out each time I touched her swollen clit. Getting to my knees between her splayed legs I ran my cock back and forth between her pussy lips.

"Look at me Danielle Marie...do you want to belong to me?" She was too caught up in seeking her pleasure to pay me any mind.

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