Mr. President 1(243)

No, I most definitely wouldn’t stop him. I’d spread my legs and let him pull my thong down. Then I’d wrap my legs around him as he put that giant cock inside of me. His eyes would go wide at what I’d do and say. I’d be the last thing from boring to him.

“What are you thinking?” Lance asks me, a smirk playing across his face.

“It’s a secret,” I say with a coy smile.

“I think I can guess,” he tells me. I squirm my body against him a bit more. His cock is hard and it’s rubbing against my inner thigh. It feels so good.

“What, then?” I ask, hoping beyond all hope that he’s in my head. “Don’t keep a lady waiting.”

“You’re no lady,” he says with a grin and as I give him a mock pout, I see that he truly is in my head. Because he leans over and brings his mouth to mine.

And we kiss.





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Lance





Holy fucking shit. What the fuck is going on?

I can’t believe this. My tongue is literally opening up Jocelyn’s lips. Far from being the invader, her tongue lashes out and it’s wrestling mine in my mouth now. I feel her tongue massage mine. I reciprocate.

This is so much fucking hotter somehow than the other day. This feels more intimate. More real.

This feels more like love than lust.

I don’t even realize but my hands are pulling her closer. They’re squeezing her ass. Running up and down her back.

She’s grinding her crotch over my cock.

And yet, we still continue to kiss.

I’m not gonna lie. It was fucking awkward after the other day. After Rosa inadvertently interrupted us on the sofa.

I mean, give me a fucking break. She only had my cock in her hands, jerking it off. There was only one way that situation was going to go. With me exploding with thick, white ropes of gooey cum all over her.

We both knew that’s where it was headed. I saw it in her eyes. They were filled with desire. Her entire face was contorted with lust that afternoon. She just didn’t give a fuck how old she was, how fucking young I was, who we were, or where we were at. She just wanted my cock. And I wanted her entire fucking body.

But the real world came and intruded on us. We had to call it off.

The last few days I haven’t seen her around as much. But holy shit, when I discovered today was her fucking birthday, I knew that I had to get past any sort of awkwardness that we had with each other.

Fuck, it didn’t seem like this morning that anyone else was going to celebrate her birthday with her. Dad probably doesn’t even know. Or if he does, he just wants to actively show he forgot to bring out the sentiment that he doesn’t fucking care. Because he’s a sociopath.

So that left me. I had the day, and the townhouse staff to help me whip something up.

And now, because of it, she’s holding onto my arms and kissing me passionately.

I’m fucking rubbing her back and running my fingers through her hair. I’m hard. Painfully fucking hard. As in my cock is going to break if we keep this up.

Are we headed to sex again?

But it’s different this time. Last time we were in a similar spot, we weren’t kissing. That was just pure lust.#p#分页标题#e#

This time, there’s something different.

I feel her tongue trace the outline of the roof of my mouth and then come back down and gently massage my tongue. I return the favor.

This time, we are kissing. This time it’s gentler. As if we’re falling for each other.

Shit. That’s even worse.

And then, as is our fate, I hear the front door slam open.

“I don’t care if the fucking Teacher’s union   doesn’t like the changes we’re proposing, tell them after the election the fucking voters forget about everything anyways,” dad’s loud voice comes through. He’s either talking to an aide or into his phone.

A light goes on in the hallway.

Jocelyn pulls back immediately. So do I.

We disentangle ourselves from each other. Her chest is heaving from holding her breath in this long. I’m looking at her.

“I don’t give two shits about the MTA funding right now,” dad says. He’s definitely talking into his phone.

I see Jocelyn turn her head as the footsteps come toward the living room. She doesn’t bother looking at me, but rather collects herself and briskly walks out of the opposite exit to the living room. She wants to avoid dad.

She’s gone not a second before he comes into the room. He sees me standing next to a table filled with food and champagne.

“What are you doing here?” he asks me.

I didn’t really plan this excuse out, but it just comes naturally to me. “Today’s Jocelyn’s birthday,” I tell him.