Total pages in book: 8
Estimated words: 7026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 35(@200wpm)___ 28(@250wpm)___ 23(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 35(@200wpm)___ 28(@250wpm)___ 23(@300wpm)
Pulling her closer to the edge of the desk, I grip her hips hard, using them as leverage as I thrust in and out of her. Harder and harder, I slake the lust that has been building up in me since I saw her ass wiggling under her desk. Words aren’t necessary right now as she meets me thrust for thrust, her knuckles white as she struggles for purchase on the smooth surface of my desk.
The attraction between us was swift and undeniable. I could swear there was some magic in this office, certain I’ve just become the latest mere mortal to drive their cock into a beautiful woman in this room.
four
Daisy
Lying on his desk, I take what he gives me. For two years, I’ve known that this is where I’d end up. I’d end up with my legs spread wide for this man and only this man. Every disgusting cup of coffee I made or gifts I bought for the congressman’s wife and his girlfriend were worth it. I knew this is where I’d end. Where we’d end up, it’s even more amazing than I imagined it would be, and believe me, I’ve imagined this. Being taken by him in every position, in every room in the place.
All around us, pens and papers fly off the desk with the power of his thrusts. Even the giant phone crashes to the floor loudly. As if he knows what’s about to happen, he drops down over my body as both of the doors to the room crash open. He’s protecting me from view.
“Mr. President, is everything alright in here? Oh, I see,” an agent says, making me smile into Taylor’s neck.
“It’s fine. Now get out,” he growls. I can’t see anything, but I can hear the doors close without another word. Suddenly, he pulls his thick, hard cock out of me and drops down onto his knees in front of me. He pushes my thighs open and stares at my pussy. “I have to taste you, Daisy. I need your taste on my tongue before I fill you with my seed. I can’t explain the desire; it’s not one I’ve ever had, but I want to do everything with you. I want to tie you to my bed and torture you with my cock until you beg me to stop.”
“That sounds fun,” I whimper, needing him back inside of me. His hands reach up and touch the sides of my pussy. The little bit of hair that’s there stands on end.
“So perfect. So pink, and it’s all mine. You will never share this pussy with another man, Daisy. Do you understand me?” he demands, and while I know I should be pissed at his high-handedness or at least pretend to be, I’m not, and I’m not going to waste time pretending either. I want whatever he wants to give me.
“I understand,” I groan as he slips two thick digits into my pussy hole while his pinky gently strokes my asshole. Goosebumps pop up on my skin, and I have to gulp in deep breaths to keep from passing out. I have never dared to touch myself, preferring to save everything for the man I was meant to be with, but I am kind of wishing I had. Just a little, so I’d know what to expect. Every single nerve in my body is firing all at once, and I can’t really think about anything other than him and pleasure. A monster is being created right now. A cock-gobbling, attention-seeking wanton who needs this man just as much as air.
“Good girl,” he says before burying his tongue inside me. I look down my torso and find his eyes looking up at me. His other hand reaches up, touching my boobs through my shirt and the stupid bra I wish I didn’t have on. He’s twisting and pulling on my nipples. Between his tongue and his hands, I think I’m going to die.
“Oh, God. I love you,” I scream, unable and unwilling to stop myself from speaking the truth, as weird as it may be.
He suddenly stops again, stands, and drives into me again. Several hard, fast thrusts later, he groans my name, and I feel him filling me.
“Take it, baby. Take it,” he chants as he fills me. My fingers grip him so hard that I can feel him bleeding under my fingertips. He thrusts a few more times before he finally pulls out of me.
“Wow,” I murmur.
“I agree,” he says, chuckling. “Marry me.”
“What? Why?” I ask, confused, sitting up.
“Oh, Daisy. Marry me because I can’t live without you. Because I know that I am going to be so in love with you that I won’t be able to see straight. Marry me because my kid could be growing inside of you even now. Marry me because I need you. Pick any reason you want to, but you’re going to marry me. It’s destiny. Our destiny.”