Mr. President 2(131)

Plus, get a chance to work off all the pounds so I could still turn heads.

“You’re right,” I pout. Three weeks ago, we told each other that we’d re-virginize ourselves and not have sex till our wedding night.

The only problem is, our wedding is still another seven days away.

I know, stop rolling your eyes, hun. You’re probably asking yourself what’s seven days without sex, huh?

Don’t lie.

And just remember, seven days without sex may not seem like much, but when you’re living with the absolute hottest piece of man meat on the planet, every minute feels like a month.

“You can do it, babe,” Ethan says with a laugh and gets up as I stare at his ass. “Besides, we can’t get too crazy. Cheryl and Walter are bringing Anna back from the park.”

Anna. That’s our little baby girl’s name. She was 6 pounds and 3 ounces when she came out and she’s been the apple of her father’s eye since then. I’ve never in my life thought I’d see that day when Ethan Kane began to change diapers.

But it’s true.

Walter and Cheryl. That’s another surprise that I never saw coming. Turns out our assistants decided to follow the example that their bosses set and get together as well. Who would have thought it, huh?

But they balance each other out. Cheryl is strong where Walter is thoughtful. He’ll come up with the plan and Cheryl will make sure its executable.

Together they’ve been looking after Anna a lot and really taken to their godparent duties with gusto.

“We don’t have to get crazy if we’re quick,” I say to Ethan, standing up and sauntering over to him. He eyes me. I can feel his stare as it goes up and down my curvy body. I smile. I have him. “Besides, a blowjob isn’t sex, right? On the West Coast, they call it a California handshake.”

Ethan grows as my body presses against him. It’s been a long time for him too, and I can feel his hard cock tenting his dress pants.#p#分页标题#e#

“Oh, is that your cock, Ethan?” I ask as I rub up against his body. “It feels good, poking into my stomach. I want to run my mouth over the head. I want to lick it, suck it, and make it squirt.”

Ethan’s hands grab me and in that moment, it’s better than any virtual reality I could have had. I have the most amazing man in the world. And he’s all mine. Forever.

“Is that the best you got for me, Man Chaser?” Ethan asks me, pulling me close to him, his nostrils flaring.

“You think you can handle any more of me, Woman Tamer?” I shoot back.

Ethan smiles and I kiss him as he pushes me back to the sofa. My hands are grasping at his trousers and I unbuckle his belt and unzip him.

Sure, we said we’d wait.

But we’ll have plenty of waiting when Anna is back with Cheryl and Walter.

For now, it’s all about celebrating the times to cum.





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Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney





I know it’s been a while now since you first met me, but you ever wonder if things like this could really happen?

I do.

Or at least I did.

I mean, again, don’t tell Ethan, okay? But there are days where I literally wonder if I’m living in a dream.

I have the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Who seems to have a cock that that can do its own bench presses at times with the power and intensity that it fucks me with. I have a beautiful daughter. Living a gilded life in the skies of Manhattan.

But you know, none of this story would have ever been possible without Alexis.

That’s why when I walk into the master bedroom and see Ethan still getting ready, I tell him to hurry.

We don’t want to be late for the launch, that’s for sure.

“You know, usually it’s the woman that runs late,” I tell Ethan, rolling my eyes.

He glares at me. “You want to tell Cheryl that you have to go to a party when she’s going over the weekly schedule?”

I shrug. Cheryl is a sweetie, and I know Ethan realizes that.

“Besides, what’s this party for again?” he asks me.

I swear, he may be handsome and intelligent and sweet, but sometimes I wonder if he doesn’t have selective memory. Or selective hearing.

“Alexis invited us to the launch of her book,” I tell Ethan. “You know, like I told you at least three times this morning.”

“Oh, fuck. You’re right,” Ethan says. “What book again?”

Oh. My. God.

I swear to…

That’s when I see Ethan smile and give me his infuriating but charming smirk.

“Got you, didn’t I?” he asks.

Ugh. Sometimes I love him, but I just want to punch him.

He comes over to me and stands close. “Here,” he says. “I got you this.”