Page 16 of Mister President

Elias placed me on the side of the bed and kneeled before me. “Say it again.”

“Hmm?” I felt my smile spread as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Say what again?”

With a chuckle, his head shook as he removed my arms from around his neck.

“Nothing, Amanda.”

As I kicked off my shoes, I muttered, “Oh, you mean that I love you?” His eyes locked with mine. When he tried to look away, I gripped his chin through his beard. “I love you, Elias Anthony Peterson. I loved you before I knew what that shit was. I loved you when I was out here treating you a way that didn’t deserve the love you had for me, but you loved me anyway, and that’s what made me love you. I will always love you.”

He stared at me for a few seconds before lifting himself and allowing his lips to hover over mine. Elias licked them, and my heart skipped a beat. We hadn’t kissed in over five years.Regardless of how much we had sex, we both agreed kissing was off the table because it was too intimate of a thing. I craved his lips on mine, but it didn’t feel like too much of a loss when he lifted me and placed me in the middle of the bed.

Though his lips may not have touched mine, they touched me everywhere else after he undressed me. My clit and nipples were extra sensitive because they were pierced, and he loved to capitalize on that. As his fingers circled my clit, his tongue swirled around my hardened nipple. A ragged moan escaped me as I rocked my hips.

“Be quiet before you wake our son up,” he ordered, applying more pressure against my clit.

I pulled in a deep breath as he went to my right nipple. When his fingers dipped into my pussy, I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning. The heights Elias could take me to with his mouth and fingers almost reached the sky. He could make me cum within seconds with his fingers, or pleasure me for hours on end without a climax, causing my pussy to soak whatever was underneath me.

“Damn,” he muttered, circling his fingers inside of me. “This pussy is always so fuckingwet.”

My back arched as he hit a spot that made my wetness smack against him. There was no doubt in my mind I’d be squirting soon. Liquid slid between my cheeks as I pulled in shaky breaths. As his tongue flicked against my nipple, my toes curled and spine tingled.

“You always know just what to do,” I said softly, feeling my body further relax into the bed.

His eyes met mine, and for some reason, the connection made me feel vulnerable.

“That’s because this is my pussy. This will always be my pussy.” My head turned to the side, but I returned my eyes to his when he added, “Tell me this is my pussy.”

“It’s your pussy, Elias.”

“Always?”

When his thumb circled my clit as he continued to finger me, I groaned. His free hand tweaked my nipple as I struggled to breathe and speak.

“E…”

“Tell me.”

“It’s yours.”I’m yours…“Always.”

“That’s my good girl.”

“I’m about to squirt,” I warned quietly, gripping his shoulder.

“I hear that shit. Let me feel it.”

A low hum escaped me as the liquid squirted out of me. Elias waited until I was done to lower himself. He licked and sucked my clit and opening as he continued to finger me. With his arm tossed over my legs and stomach, he kept me pinned as he feasted and fingered me. All I could do was whimper and feed him more of my pussy.

“Elias,” I warned, lifting off the bed. A sizzling breath escaped me as he sucked my clit and swirled his tongue around it. His finger alternated between the come here motion and a windshield wiper movement that was about to make me cum.

“Shh…”

“Baby,” I cried.

“I know, Mandy. I know. I want you to give it to me but you gotta be quiet.”

I covered my face as he returned his mouth to my clit. A few deep breaths intensified the feeling of pleasure that consumed me. Not long after, I was cumming—hard. I gripped the first pillow I could reach and covered my face. His tongue slid between my folds before licking from my clit to my asshole. Elias held my thighs and kept them spread, continuing to lick and suck until I was forced to push him away.

I was so weak I couldn’t even bother to push the pillow away. As much as I wanted to feel him inside of me, I couldn’t stay up. I woke up long enough to notice the pillow was removed as a warm cloth wiped between my legs. The second time I woke up, it was when he positioned me under the cover. When he tried to get out of bed, I grabbed his arm.

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