Page 18 of Praise Me: President
“You call me to come to your room at the White House and I take care of everything for my president.” She crooks her finger at me and I go, in a goddamn trance, joining her on the bed where I allow her to push me onto my back, every ounce of me being absorbed by her beautiful face, her throaty voice, whatever she’s going to say next.
She straddles me, topless in her see-through panties, leaning down to speak up against my mouth, her breath tasting like bourbon.
“I get on my knees to suck you as soon as I’m in the door,” she whispers, slowly licking her tongue into my mouth, her mound dragging at a leisurely pace up and down my stiff cock where it’s trapped inside my briefs. “And then, when you’re so hard from my blow job that you’re ready to burst, I stop. I tease you, make you chase me to the bedroom where I finally give you your reward. I do all the work, because you’ve already done so much for the day.” She closes her eyes and hums, as if she’s picturing the scene, her hips rolling like waves, her sides puffing in and out. “I’m riding you. Riding my president like a good girl until all that frustration is let out and you’re ready to take on the world again.”
I’m fucking spellbound. Ready to promise her all the stars in the sky.
My instinct is to roll her over and pounce, butshe’s a virginand there’s a pinprick of honor left inside of me, because I resist the call to mate her in a frenzy. “Act it out, angel,” I rasp. “We’ll see how long I can stand it before I’m on top with your ankles pinned beside fucking ears.”
She moans, rubbing her cunt on my erection and leaning down to kiss me in between hot exhales of breath, the filth turning her on. “Okay, Daddy.” When she manages to stophumping me, she scoots back slightly, working my dress pants down to my knees, followed by my briefs. I have to stack my hands beneath my head to prevent myself from reaching for her, picking her up and slamming her down on my prick.
Fuck. Fuck. I’m not going to survive this.
But I’ve given my trust to the right woman, because she senses my pain, sees the visualization of it via my sweaty chest and harsh breaths. And then she’s back to straddling my hips with her panties shed, pressing the head of my cock to her wetness while choking my cock up and down, up and down, little spurts crowning on the tip, joining the arousal already glistening on her pussy.
“I studied how to fuck, sir. Just for you,” she whispers, pressing my length inside, circling her hips like a corkscrew, taking me a little deeper with every revolution, my bones nearly melting at the wet, silky pleasure, the pressure capturing my cock on all sides.Squeezing.“Hours and hours, I studied, praying you would notice me when the time finally came. I wanted to be the best for you. I wanted to be the one you needed at night to ease the stiffness.”
The deeper she takes me, the more I’m in disbelief, my loins winding up like a fucking clock, my heels burying in the mattress, teeth clenched. “Ohhh.” My vision blinks in and out, my thoughts going fuzzy. “Jesus Christ.Jesus Christ.”
“I know it’s so tight,” she pouts down at me, her eyes knowing. Well aware that she’s an indescribable treasure with a body that’s going to keep me alert and jealous for the rest of my natural born life. “Think you can stand it?”
“Move,” I order, hoarsely, my balls in a vise. “Oh, God. Please move!”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers, setting off into a gallop. “It only hurts a little.”
My heart shoots up into my throat, but the guilt isn’t enough to stop my hips from pumping upward, needing to be inside the heaven of her body. “I’m sorry it hurts, angel. I want to make this good for you, but you made me so fucking hard. I can’t think straight.”
“You don’t have to think at all. My President only needs to sit back and enjoy while I serve him,” she says, leaning down and sipping at my mouth while her hips buck, a hot fucking dream on top of me, luxuriating in the act of sliding up and down on my dick, her pussy dripping wet, teeth marks indenting her bottom lip. “Oh, Daddy. When I rub my clit right here, I forget about the pain.”
“Fuck.” I find her butt cheeks in a bruising grip, holding her steady while I thrust from below, careful not to prevent her from sliding her clit right there. Ah Jesus, right there. Can feel her swelling, her little humps getting faster. Yes. “Is there still pain, angel?”
“No,” she whimpers, her tits dragging up and down my chest, her thighs open wide, so wide, allowing her to grind deep into her soaked flesh, unabashed in her enjoyment of my cock. “No, it’s so good now, Daddy. Am I doing a good job?”
Lust sinks its teeth in deeper. “Eloise, you’re a fucking gift from God.”
“That’s what you are, sir,” she sobs, tightening up. “I think I have to come. You make me so crazy.” Hips bouncing now, eagerly, so eagerly, she licks my throat, collarbone to ear, a light of obsession in her eyes that I know matches mine. What did I do to deserve her? “Are you going to come, too, sir?”
“Very soon,” I grit out, trying to prevent just that. Not wanting this to end. “I’m not…no way in hell I’m going to be able to pull out, Eloise.”
“Is that bad?” she whines in my ear.
She’s pumping furiously on top of me now, her pussy retreating to my tip, hips scooping and grinding, her young ass smacking off my thighs. It’s the king’s treatment that men only dare to dream about and she’s enjoying it as much as I am, her cunt soaking our joined flesh, my shaft the thickest and horniest I’ve ever felt it, all because of her. “Nothing about what you’re doing is bad, angel. Believe me,” I manage, my words running together, my chest heaving up and down. “But I’m not wearing a condom.”
“My president shouldn’t have to,” she half-gasps, half-whispers, starting to shake, letting out a long, whiny call of my name into my neck, riding me so rough through her climax, I’m shouting every curse word in the book at the ceiling by the time she’s finished setting the flood of her pleasure loose. “My president comes wherever he wants,” she says drowsily into my neck, kissing and licking. “As long as it’s somewhere inside me.”
I lose my mind. It’s almost a blackout, my only goal to loosen the pressure beneath my naval. It’s an ungodly pain. One that has my dick standing straight up like a fucking power line as I flip Eloise onto the mattress, my roughness of her unforgiveable, but I’m grunting and sweating like a possessed animal and there’s very little humanity left in me to temper myself. All I want is her pussy and I get it, pounding into her from behind with a growl, raw dogging my tight virgin on all fours, reaching around to her tits to feel them bouncing around in my palms, her nipples hard as glass.
“Come deep, Daddy,” she sobs.
“Try and stop me.” I reach between her legs and tickle her clit with my middle finger, my teeth roaming up and down the slope of her neck, leaving bites behind. “This is how it’s going to be, Eloise. Candlelight and wine for my good girl. Then it’s back home, so I can bang you like a dirty slut.”
She chokes on my name, coming on my fingers, her cunt twisting with an intense spasm, and I can’t hold on to my lust any longer. It runs away from me fully, my cock firing a load from the deepest recesses of my body, the pull of pain and relief so harsh that I’m hunched over her gorgeous body like a dog, humping and begging God for an end to the ache, my balls slapping loudly off her rear end, and my girl simply lays the cheek of her face on the bed and reaches back, pulling apart her ass so I can sink deeper and look at her tight asshole while I do it, my soul nearly exiting my body over the experience of her. The height of relief and triumph and pleasure. Eloise.
“You’re going to grow something in that belly for me now, little girl.” I bite back a curse, my hips thrusting involuntarily, come alternately seeping and pluming out of me, right into the sweet spot between her legs. “Daddy wants you pregnant before we leave this room in the morning.”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers, rolling over onto her back with a dazed and dreamy look in her eyes, opening her thighs so I can watch my spend drip down the perfection of her pussy flesh. “If it’s a boy, can we please name him Pierce?” she asks, the obsession deepening in her eyes…but mine has surpassed it now. By miles. I’m insane for this woman.
And I’m putting a ring on it as soon as we get back to Washington.