Page 16 of The President's Passion
“What I’d give to wrench you down, right now,” he snarls as I spring up a little, “let me put my hands around your hips. I want more control,” he adds and defiance flares in me.
I shake my head, rocking on top of him and this is more than enjoyable.
“Jackie..,” he growls, his lips whitening when I brazenly use his cock in whichever way my body craves, “said I want more control.”
“But I want to keep fucking the president just like this!” I yap, wriggling and moaning and his eyes flash with so much force it nearly renders me unconscious but the growl that comes later fills me with an excitement so potent, I nearly black out.
“Fuck him, then,” Went growls, sounding like a monster, “faster, harder, I fucking need more...”
I let out a powerless cry, letting him know I’m way in over my head and he takes over. His hands leave the bed and he snatches my hips like a thief in the night, wrenching me down until my whole body arches and saliva runs down the corner of my mouth. I turn into a hostage to his passion as he unbridles all his pent up lust on me, and his passion runs so deep and high that it’s limitless.
He couldn’t be contained from the minute he met me and when he begins ramming me, I plead that I need more.More, more, more...
We kiss, screaming into each other’s mouths when we throw ourselves off the edge and it takes forever to come down. “You were extraordinary,” Went pants as he pulls my trembling body to him. “Blew my damn mind.”
He blew mine too. “We’re a good fit,” I whisper. “Who would’ve thought?”
“I did. I knew,” he rasps in a firm, unflinching tone and slowly exhales. “From the moment I laid eyes on you.”
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Wentworth
Stirring, she lets out a sigh when I reach for her. She seems exhausted as if she’ll need to sleep for a whole week to recover from me. There’s no time to let her recover though and I wake her up by trailing kisses down her back and she jolts when she feels my tongue flicking her ass cheek.
“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” I chuckle but growl when she protests. Grabbing her, I pull her out of bed while she blinks sleepily. “I need to head to New York for business and I want you coming with me.” I cup her face. “Maybe I should’ve let you rest but...”
Wide awake now, she shakes her head. “No, I’m coming with you and I don’t want to be alone after everything that’s happened.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Pinching her lips, she frowns as if she just was reminded of something. “My brother...”
I pull on my slacks, reaching for a tie. “He’s waiting for you in New York. You two can meet up while I work.”
Tears prickle her eyes and she abruptly turns around so I can’t see them. She doesn’t have to hide, though. I wanted to do this more than anything and I’m pleased I could fix her whole life with the snap of my fingers. It’s a privilege not many men have.
“Are you crying, Jackie?”
She shakes her head. “Just some dust in my eyes.”
“I see.” I inhale and switch the subject to not embarrass her. “Come on then, hurry up. We need to be on our way.”
Dressing and taking a couple of quick sips of tea, she follows me down the hallway and the help watch us with eyes big as saucers but nobody dares to say anything. They know what I’ve done to her. The whole country knows. It’s clear as daylight that the White House will be expanding its residents.
Naturally, Jackie gets nervous at their staring and I glance at her from the corner of my eye and mutter, “Don’t worry about it. They’ll grow to like you the same way I do.”
She looks up at me and a small smile crosses her lips. Warmth floods me and boils my organs until I’m not a body anymore but pure volcanic emission. The past suddenly seems so forgettable and all that matters is the present and future with her.
To Jackie’s surprise we don’t take the staircase down but go up and up, until we’re out on the roof and there’s a helicopter waiting for us. Two agents will join us for security reasons and I give them strict orders not to look at her unless absolutely necessary.
Grabbing the agents by their collars, I snarl, “And if we ever find ourselves in a crisis situation, you save her life over mine. Got it? Her over me.”
“No...,” Jackie pants, unable to agree to this but this isn’t her decision.
“Quiet, sweets,” I grit and she pouts. “This is for your own good.” I jostle the agents again who look at me as if the real President has been taken hostage somewhere and this is his imposter. “Repeat what the fuck I just said.”
“Her over you. The girl over the president.”