All the President's Men 2: Tyler's Tasty Treat

Slowly, he started kissing and touching her, playing her body like it was his instrument and fine tuning her to his touch.

When he had her humming and primed to his touch, he donned a condom and started preparing her ass.

Flipping her to her stomach, he grabbed the scarves he had attached to the bed and quickly restrained her arms and legs.

“Baby, I’m going to take this ass now. It will sting and be uncomfortable at first, but just go with it and before you know it, it will be the most awesome experience of your life. Just relax and let me in,” he told her as he slowly inserted one, then two and finally three fingers inside her, stretching her for him.

He knew even after stretching her, it would still be tight and that she was still tender from her punishment earlier, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her or he would burst.

Once he had her as ready as he could, he slowly started pushing his way in, an inch at a time until he had his mushroom-shaped head just past the first ring of muscle. Holding himself there was torture, but he knew he had to give her a minute to get used to him.

“Oh…oh…oh, I don’t know if I can do this,” she panted.

There was no way he was stopping now. “Just hold on, baby, it’ll get better,” he told her as he reached around and started playing with her clit.

Tammy’s bottom was on fire and it felt like someone was shoving a baseball bat up her ass. She had never felt some of the sensations she was feeling before. The burning was the worst. All her body wanted to do was push the thing in her ass out. Nothing he had ever put back there had caused the feelings she was experiencing.

As she lay there panting, the burning and discomfort started to morph into something different and she needed more. He needed to move, go deeper or something.

“More, I need more, please move or something,” she cried, trying to lift her body to meet his, but between the restraints and his weight, she couldn’t move.

“Oh…Please, do something.” She begged.

Tyler could tell by her body’s responses and her words that she was ready for more and he slowly pushed his way in until he was as far as he could go. Again, he held himself still, letting her adjust and working her little clit, pushing her further and further.

“Oh, yes, now move, please, move,” she pleaded, needing so much more than he was giving.

Tyler slowly pulled out until just the head of his penis was inside her before pushing in just as slowly.

“More, faster, please,” she again cried.

“Hold on baby, give it time,” he said softly in her ear, being careful to let her adjust before he started really moving. He knew if he didn’t let her adjust he could tear the delicate tissues in this region and, having seen the results of that once in the club, there was no way he was going to be responsible for doing that to someone.

Easing himself slowly in and out until he felt some of the tension go out of her body and the muscles holding him relax, he gently increased his speed until he was moving at a pace to bring them both to completion. Pinching her clit, he commanded, “come” just before he did himself.

Collapsing on the bed next to her, he pulled her to him, still lightly fingering her clit, until he felt her body stop its spasms and knew she was beginning to come down.

Once he felt her breathing change, he lifted himself out of the bed and went to dispose of the condom and bring a rag to clean the lube and her fluids from her, not wanting her to wake stiff and sticky in the morning.

“Tyler, is it always like this?” she asked, in awe of what had just happened.

“No, baby, what we have is special. Not everyone has what we do.”

“Do you think it’s like this for Derek and Dottie?” She w

anted her new friend to be has happy as she was.

“Yes baby, Derek and Dottie are just has happy, if not happier than we are,” he reassured her.

“Nobody can be as happy as I am.” Tammy giggled. “Come back to bed, I need you to hold me and never let me go.”

“Baby, I’ll never let you go,” Tyler promised as he crawled back in the bed and pulled her to him, fitting her little bottom to his pelvis.

Tammy wiggled to get in the perfect position and pulled one of his big hands to cup one of her breasts before sighing and closing her eyes. She would never sleep safe again unless he was with her.

Chapter Sixteen

When Tammy woke the next morning, Tyler was still sleeping. Quietly turning on her side, she studied him. His skin was smooth and soft, his face chiseled as if from stone, but not as harsh. He could have been molded from one of the Norse Gods. With his long blond hair, he came from a fantasy, and he was hers, all hers. What she had done to deserve this man, she didn’t know, but she was going to do everything in her power to keep him.