Page 21 of Mister President

Elias lowered himself further on the couch, allowing me to ride him at an angle. Before I could reach a medium pace, he gripped my waist and slowed me down.

“Slow down, bae. I want you to feel every inch of this dick.”

A quiet curse escaped me as my left hand palmed the wall behind his head. Between him licking and sucking various parts of my body and fingering my asshole, I was cumming quicker than I ever had before. Each slow swirl of my hips made him moan, grunt, or groan.

I wrapped my hand around his neck. I’d never said it before, but I was addicted to him too. So addicted I couldn’t stop myselffrom kissing him. As much as I wanted to slide my tongue inside his mouth, I didn’t. I wanted to give him time to push me away, but he didn’t. Instead, his right arm wrapped around my neck and pulled me back down to his lips. Elias slipped his tongue inside my mouth while his left arm wrapped around my waist and hugged me close. Held me close. Close like he never wanted to let me go.

It was the most intimate embrace.

I came again, and this time he did too.

It had been a while since I’d felt his seeds inside of me…and a part of me hated I was on birth control because I wanted them to bloom. I knew that feeling would wear off when the sun came up though.

“Tell me again,” he commanded breathlessly before smacking my ass.

Completely sober, I knew instantly what he wanted to hear. What I wished I could show him…give him…for the rest of our lives.

“I love you, Elias.”

A small smile lifted his lips before he kissed mine. “I love you too.”

Still connected, Elias carried me to my bedroom, where he gave me the drugging strokes that had me hooked on his ass literally since the day we met.

The Next Morning

Me and my bright ideas.I just had to be cute and wake Elias up, so I decided to cut his phone alarm off. Imagine my surprise when I saw several text messages from some bitch named Fiona.I couldn’t help but open the text thread and damn near gagged at the sight of her in several dresses. She sent them with a caption about letting him choose which she’d wear for their date and that she couldn’t wait to see him at work today.

Ol’ girl was pretty as fuck, and she was the complete opposite of me. Short, skinny, bright hair, lighter skin—the literal opposite of me. A pang shot through my heart instantly. I knew she was the woman that was going to take him from me. It made sense for him to fall in love with the opposite of me. Everything that was wrong about me, he’d find right in her. Instead of replying like I wanted to, I marked the text messages as unread and turned the alarm off.

The sweet greeting was replaced with me shoving his ass until he woke up, then I went to wake up our son. By the time I made it back to my room, Elias was up and in the shower. I finished my morning routine and tried not to let what I’d seen faze me. It was different seeing proof that he was dating versus us just talking about it.

“You want me to take EJ to school since I gotta head out anyway?” Elias offered.

“That’s cool. Thanks.”

He lowered himself as I sat at my vanity and kissed my neck, but I casually pushed him away. “You’d better head out. You don’t want to keep Fiona waiting.”

“Fiona?” My eyes rolled as I turned to face him. After I finished telling him about my plan and what I saw in his phone, he released a nervous chuckle and squeezed the back of his neck. “Look, Mandy…”

“I don’t need an explanation. I know you’re dating, and I’m about to start as well. It’s fine.”

He eyed me as if he was looking for something. Whatever it was, I hoped he found it so he could leave me the hell alone.

“We had a good day yesterday, bae. I really don’t want us to fuck this up.”

Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair. “We won’t. It is a reminder that we need to just…keep things how they’ve been. No extra shit. No sleepovers, no kissing. No doing anything to make us closer than we already are.”

Elias nodded and released a hard breath. “I can agree to that, though I did miss those soft, juicy lips.”

That made me smile. “Go take my baby to school, E. And…good luck on your date this weekend. She’s super pretty, and she seems to like you and want to please you.”

“She’s cool. It’s too early to say either way, but we’ll see.” He chuckled and hung his head. “It feels weird talking to you about this now.”

“It hasn’t before. I want us to get along like we used to. Seriously.”

His eyes returned to mine. “I can read you easily but sometimes…” His head shook as he took a step back.

“Sometimes what?”

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