President Daddy (Dark Daddies 4)

“I know,” I say. “I always imagined that the private residence was amazing, but…”

“It’s just any other living room.”

“Except all this stuff has history, of course.”

“Of course.” She walks through the space, touching a chair, an end table, a lamp. “Did you decorate at all?”

“Not really,” I admit. “I actually had a lot of stuff removed.”

She nods. “It looks simple.”

“That’s what I wanted.”

She takes a breath and turns to me. “So. A booty call from the President.”

I grin at her. “Doesn’t happen every day, does it?”

“Not at all.”

I shrug and move over to the little bar I have set up in the corner. I pour her a drink and offer it to her.

She takes it. “Thanks,” she says, taking a sip. “Your security detail is intense.”

“I know. But they’re loyal.”

“Do you get along with them?”

“Hard to say,” I admit. “They’re never exactly smiling.”

“I think that’s in the job description.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me one bit. Although the head of my security seems okay with this… arrangement,”

She raises an eyebrow. “This is an arrangement now?”

I sigh. “You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t.” She sits in a chair and I sit across from her. “I don’t think I know at all.”

I set myself, meeting her gaze. “Don’t pretend like you’re not here of your own free will.”

“Like I could say no to the President?”

I sigh. “Where’s this coming from?”

She bites her lip, looks away. “Just, being hustled in through this crazy tunnel, it felt…”

“Dirty,” I finish for her. “Cheap.”

“Yeah. I guess.”

I shake my head. “I’m sorry, Maggie. I didn’t know that’s what would happen.”

“I know we need secrecy. I understand that. But it just felt wrong.”

“We won’t do this again.”

“I didn’t say that.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What are you saying then?”

“It felt dirty.” She takes a breath and lets it out. “But, I don’t know. Maybe I liked it, a little bit. The sneaking, the suspense. It was a little bit… exciting.”

I laugh softly, eyebrows raised. “I knew you were dirty, Maggie. But I didn’t know how filthy.”

“Cut it out.”

I stand up, rolling up my sleeves. She watches me, and when I’m finished, I help her to her feet.

“Come here,” I say softly, leading her over to a small piano set up against the far wall. “This was put here by Bill Clinton. Pretty cool, right?”

“Sure. Looks nice.”

I grab her hips and boost her up onto the top of it. “Fuck this thing,” I say. “Fuck Bill Clinton, too.”

She laughs, wrapping her legs around my hips. “You know, sitting on a piano is like the worst thing you can do, right?”

“I know,” I admit, coming closer to her. “I want to break the fucking thing.”

I kiss her deep and slow. She kisses me back, hands in my hair.

I rock her forward, getting her closer, chest to chest. I can feel her breasts against me as my hands grab her hips, moving down to palm her ass. She groans softly into my kiss, taking a sharp breath.

I can feel myself slipping. I can feel myself sliding into her, into the desire for her. That’s all I need, all I want.

The pressure, the terror, it’s all melting away. I don’t need any of it. All I need is her body against mine.

I kiss her deep and slow before tugging at the hem of her shirt. I lift it up over her head, cupping her breasts over her simple black bra. She groans as I unhook it, slide it forward.

She’s fucking beautiful. I can feel my cock react instantly, getting hard in a rush. Her breasts are full and her nipples are pink and perky as I cup them, teasing her nipples with my fingers.

I kiss her neck, her chest. She groans, hands in my hair. I bite a nipple, making her gasp, as my hands work at unbuttoning her jeans.

They come off easily, sliding down her skin. She’s so fucking sexy in nothing but a bra and panties. I spread her legs wide, pressing myself against her, cock between her legs. I can practically feel her pussy dripping wet already.

She reaches down and takes off my belt. I let my pants slide down my legs and step out of them. She unbuttons my shirt while I kiss her neck, bite her ear.

“I’m glad you came,” I whisper to her. “I needed this.”

“I needed it too,” she admits. “Daddy.”

I let out a groan. She gets my shirt off, and I love the way her eyes drift over my muscular chest. I smirk and slide my hand down the front of her, finding her wet pussy as she reaches for my cock.

She rubs me over my boxer briefs and I rub her over her panties. She’s dripping wet, already coming through the thin cotton.

I’m fucking hard as hell and getting harder.

She strokes me as I pull her panties off. I kiss her stomach, lick her clit, kiss her again. I slide my tongue in her mouth, make her taste her own pussy, as my fingers tease her clit.