President Daddy (Dark Daddies 4)

He kisses my neck, desire flooding all through me.

“Even in the middle of a crisis, I can’t stop picturing this,” he whispers. “I can’t get your taste out of my head.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you, either,” I admit.

He smirks, pulls back, finishes unbuttoning my blouse. He cups my breasts, opening my bra up, before gripping my hair. He kisses me again, holding one breast, hand in my hair, gripping tight.

“Should we do this?” I groan as he kisses my collarbone.

“Absolutely,” he says.

“But here? Anyone could come in/”

“I told my security detail to stop anyone from entering without my express permission.” He grins at me, cocks his head. “Don’t you want to get fucked on this desk?”

I bite my lip. “It’s a historic desk.”

“I bet Marilyn Monroe was fucked on it.”

“Oh my god. I bet you’re right.”

He kisses my ear, my neck. “You’re better than her, better than anyone else before you,” he whispers.

I don’t care if it’s crazy. I don’t care if it’s baseless flattery.

It’s seductive. It’s intense. He spreads my legs, using a little force.

He grips my hair, pulling my chin up as his other hand slides up my thigh, finding my pussy. He strokes me, making me moan softly, deep in my throat.

“That’s right,” he says softly. “Give yourself over to Daddy. Let me take care of you.”

“It’s all yours,” I whisper, not knowing what I’m saying. “Every inch of me. Use me up, Daddy.”

He groans, slipping my panties aside. He teases my clit, kissing me deep, forcefully. I groan, rolling my hips against his fingertips.

It feels so fucking good. I’ve been dreaming about his touch ever since the last time I saw him, and this…

It’s so much better. My dreams can’t even compare.

He strokes me, slides his fingers inside, pushes them in and out. I grind my hips again, moving faster, moaning. I bite his lip and he grins, pulling my hair. He pushes his fingers in deep, stroking at the roof my pussy, finding that pleasure spot.

My whole body arches, aches. Desire, pleasure, it pushes me into a new place.

“Fuck, Daddy,” I moan.

“That’s right,” he says. “I know what you need. I know how to make you moan.” He bites my lip, grips my hair tight, slides his fingers deeper.

I groan, spreading my legs wider. I forget where we are, who I’m with. I don’t think about the priceless desk under my ass.

I just move my hips, needing the pleasure, the intense desire.

He kisses my chest, fingers pumping in and out, my hips moving in circles.

I’m not with the President. I’m not in the Oval Office.

I’m not on the Resolute desk.

I’m with my Daddy.

I’m getting what I need from my Daddy.

He kisses my lips again and pushes me back onto my elbows. I stare as he drops to his knees and slowly pulls my panties off, stuffing them into one of his drawers.

“For later,” he says, stepping back and unbuckling his belt. I watch as he takes off his pants and his boxer briefs, taking his big, fat cock in his fist, slowly stroking himself.

I’m aching for him as I arch my back. He presses his cock against me, opening my pussy wide, and slowly slips himself in deep.

I gasp as I take him. He’s so damn thick, so damn wide. I groan as he grinds his hips, fucking me nice and slow, getting me used to his size again.

He puts his two fingers in my mouth as he thrusts deep. “Taste yourself,” he says as I lick his fingers clean.

I moan with his fingers in my mouth, sucking them, licking them. I don’t mind my own taste.

It actually makes me that much more excited.

He starts to fuck me faster, one hand on my hips, the other in my hair. I spread my legs wide, taking him deeper. He grins against my pussy, my clit, filling me completely.

I can’t help myself. Moans escape my lips. I know I should be quiet, but it’s impossible. All I want is for him to keep fucking me, keep pushing me, closer and closer.

I gasp, moving my hips. I buck against him as he grabs my hair, pulling me close to him, kissing me deep. I can feel sweat on my skin now as he fucks me faster. I’m dripping wet and he slides so easily in and out, pumping and grinding.

I groan, needing more. He bites my lip, pulls my hair. He wraps his other hand around my throat, pushing slightly, making me groan.

“Fuck, Daddy,” I gasp.

“You’re all mine, you know that? Every inch of your body. Every inch of your skin.”

I groan as he keeps fucking me. “I know,” I say. “Every inch.”

“When I’m done with your pussy, and you’ve come nice and hard on my fat cock, I’m going to fill your ass up. I’m going to fill you and come deep inside.”