Mr. President 1(169)

Model turned porn star, porn star turned strip club owner, and all by the age of twenty-six. She’s a special one, I have to give her that.

“No, I guess it doesn’t,” she answers my question, reaching for me and sliding her hand down my solid 8-pack wall of abs, until she rests it on my cock.

I’m already fucking hard as granite, my erection tenting the sheets, and I can tell she can’t fucking resist this shit.#p#分页标题#e#

And I’m all ready to be lewd right back with her. Yeah, baby. Come to fucking Daddy. I take one hand and put it between her thighs and flatten my palm against her pussy. She’s already wet and ready to go, now this is my kind of fucking woman.

Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m already on top of her, and she guides my cock to her wetness. I enter her with one thrust, my shaft struggling to get inside of her. She’s so tight that it’s hard to believe she used to be a porn star. I told you she was special.

I start thrusting as she laces her legs around my back, and we kiss just like we did yesterday, our tongues dancing in a frenzy around one another. I hear my phone buzzing on the bed stand—probably Maverick wondering where I am—but I ignore it. I have more pressing matters on my mind right now…

I have my cock in more important places.

“Don’t fucking stop,” she moans, her voice so sweet that I don’t even need to tell my body what to do.

Just hearing her sweet-as-pie voice say the word ‘fucking’ is enough to turn my knees to fucking jelly. She’s so dirty. Filthy. But in the body of a pure and pristine little angel that gets defiled each time.

I’m going to fucking cum if I keep talking to you about defiling her. Instead, I piston into her as hard as I can, and her pussy tightens up around my cock as she comes. That does it for me. There’s no escape now. I groan as I feel the cum travelling up my shaft and then spraying her insides. Now this is how you start your day.

I roll to the side, breathing hard, and just stare at the ceiling. I can hear her by my side, breathing as hard as I am, and I let myself be drawn by the sound of it. It wouldn’t be so bad to wake up and hear that every morning, would it?

“I’m late,” she whispers then, cutting through the silence. “And judging by the way your phone’s buzzing, I’d say you’re late as well.”

“Yeah,” I simply respond, sitting up on the bed and reaching for my phone. It’s Maverick alright, and he’s already left me three text messages wondering where the hell I am. I’m never late, so he’s already stressing. Calm your horses, the cavalry is on the way, I type quickly, and then swing my legs off the bed.

I take one last look at Destiny, her perfect naked body almost glowing with delight, and then get up with a sigh. It hurts to leave when I know we could still keep going at it, but it can’t be helped. I have responsibilities, you know?

The sex was so fucking great.

So why does this feel so awkward?

Hundreds of women are depending on me for entertainment and perhaps something more. “I’m going for a quick shower, you can--”

“Yeah, I have to shower as well,” she suddenly says, getting out of the bed completely naked. I look at her wide-eyed, not knowing what to tell her.

Well, fuck now it’s really awkward.

I could just tell her to join me but I’m not in the habit of post-sex niceties, to be honest, so I have to say I’m feeling a bit uneasy about that. So, instead of inviting her to join me, I just say that I’ll show her the bathroom.

I take her to the private bathroom in my bedroom, and a few minutes later we’re both standing under the warm running water, washing away our sins.

Yeah, not the same bathroom.

Don’t get your hopes up. She’s in my private bathroom, and I’m in the main one.

Fuck, I could be with her right now. But what would she think of that? I don’t want to come on to her too hard, which is kinda fucking ironic, if you take into account the way we fucked last night.

And what the fuck is wrong with me?#p#分页标题#e#

I never overthink these things.

For a fraction of a second, I imagine being under the running water with her, just showering like two regular people, and I even picture myself helping her fucking shampoo her hair. I must be running a fever, that has to be it.

To be absolutely honest with you, doll, I don’t think I ever remember the last time I ever wanted to be this close to a woman. And when I say close, I’m not talking about being physically close. It’s more than that.

Alright, let me fucking stop right here or next thing you know I’m writing poetry.