Mr. President 1(161)

“Sorry, Austin. You’ll never convince me to leave my club,” she says softly. “I mean, why would I do that?”

Now it’s her turn to grin at me, a burning wickedness flickering in her eyes. “I mean, Dirty Destiny is so much better than Python.” She’s at least as cocky as I am, I have to give her that.

But Dirty Destiny being better than Python? Jesus, now she’s just fucking crazy.

“You know, that fucking hurt,” I say to her. Don’t worry, doll. Destiny knows I’m fucking teasing her. She knows what kind of rodeo I run. “Your words, they’re... hard,” I tell her, and then she just leans and places her hand on my crotch, squeezing my half-hard cock.#p#分页标题#e#

We’re both silent as her hand squeezes my throbbing cock one more time. My brain is about to fucking explode.

“Not really. But it’s got potential,” she says.

Did she really just fucking say that?

Or did I just imagine it?

I take one deep breath and look down, and there’s her hand, her fingers curled around the hard shape under my pants.

Acting without fucking thinking, I go up to my feet.

Our faces are close, and it feels as if the air separating our mouths is electrified somehow. Leaning into her, I place my lips next to her ear.

“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper. “Explore that potential.”

She smiles.





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Destiny





Well, I didn’t expect to end up in his apartment, that’s for sure. But it just seemed like the right thing to do, you know? Sure, Lester warned me all about Austin—how there’s more under the surface, how Python isn’t really what it seems to be. But I’m a grown girl, and I can take care of myself. And this is just sex, it’s not like I’m going to marry him.

“You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?” I ask Austin the moment we step inside his apartment, a devilish smile dawning on my lips. He doesn’t even show me around; he just pauses and, with a growl, runs his hand up my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair. He yanks my head back and, looking me straight in the eye, grins.

“That’s right,” he tells me, his grin widening with each of his words. “But so have you,” he continues, slowly leaning into me. He stops when there’s only one inch separating our lips and, as I try to close the distance, he yanks harder on my hair. Then, he finally crushes his mouth against mine, his full lips a perfect match.

Just one kiss, and he has already told me a lot about him. He wants control… He needs it. Even if I want the same things that he does, he wants to be the one in charge. Not because he wants to show off, or prove that he’s manly. It’s simply who he is, and I doubt that he knows how to live—and fuck—any other way. Maybe I’ll show him a thing or two… After all, I’m not known as the submissive type.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he whispers into my ear after slowly peeling his lips off of mine. “I know your type.”

“Do you?” I ask him, moving fast and taking my hand right to his crotch. I curl my fingers around the thick shape pushing against the fabric of his pants—hell, he’s really big, but he doesn’t even react. “You know nothing about me.”

“Oh, but I do. I know enough,” he whispers again, both his hands sliding down the side of my body and stopping right on my waist. He pushes me back until I hit the wall, all air leaving my lungs as I feel the solid surface against my body. One of his hands goes back to my hair, and he grabs it again, holding my head in place as he looks into my eyes. “I know that you don’t like to be dominated… That you prefer to dominate. But, babe, you’ve never met a man like me.”

“You sure know how to talk,” I tease him, staring at him in defiance. My fingers are still curled around his mast, and it pulses against my hand as I speak, sending a shiver up my spine. “But what I want... is to see what you can do.”

“I’m not sure if you can take it,” he says, his grin growing larger as the pressure of his fingers on my hair intensifies. “Because once I fuck you, you’ll be hooked.” I grin back at him, squinting my eyes in a challenge.#p#分页标题#e#

“Like I said… Talk’s cheap.” As if my words have struck a chord, he forces me to turn on my heels and pins me against the wall. I place both my hands on the wall for support, and he presses his body on mine in an instant, his muscular torso right against my back. I feel his hard pectorals, and… are those abs? God, I need to see what he’s hiding under that shirt of his. He looks good with clothes on, and I really can’t wait to see what he’s hiding under his clothes.