Page 75 of Mister President

I eyed him and didn’t get the feeling that he was holding back, so I left it alone and was determined to make sure he enjoyed the rest of his night.

“Sis,welcome back to the family officially,” Neko said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

After the party was the after-party, and it was just for our friends. The hard liquor had been brought out, and the weed was in rotation. Hors d'oeuvres had been replaced with bar food, and I was having the time of my life partying with my people.

“I know you never left,” he added, “but I’m glad y’all are back together. He’s happier than I’ve seen him in a while, and I know that’s because of you.”

“Maybe any other day, but he’s as happy as he is right now because you’re back.”

Neko grinned before taking the bottle of Hennessy he had to the head. I wasn’t usually a brown liquor girl, but when he offered it to me, I opened my mouth so he could pour it inside.

GloRilla’s “TGIF” started playing, and my girls and I immediately made our way to the center of the VIP section. I snatched the blunt from West’s mouth on the way and put it between my lips. As we danced against each other and rapped along, I allowed the alcohol and weed to flow through my system. I was truly grateful for the progress made in me as a woman and in my relationship. If God stopped blessing me today, I still had enough to thank Him for every day.

The feel of a hard body pressing against me caused me to smile as my lazy eyes lowered. His arms wrapped around me, and he kissed my neck, eliciting a moan.

“You know this Hen gon’ have me fucking you all night, right?”

“When can we start?”

“Shit…right now if you want to.”

Without waiting for me to agree, because he knew I would, Elias grabbed my hand and led me away from the VIP section.

“Aye, gimme my blunt, sis,” West said, and I was so anxious for some alone time with my man, I almost forgot I had it.

The past week had gone by in a blur in preparation for the party. Outside of Declan’s random pop-up, it had been a complete success. When we made it outside to the town car, Elias told his driver to get out and go inside until we came back in. Already knowing what type of time we were on, he chuckled and told us to enjoy ourselves.

“You and my son are what I’m most grateful for,” Elias muttered, closing the door behind us. “I’m grateful that he’s thriving and that we’re in a better place. I love you so fucking much, bae. I hope I treat you in a way that shows that.”

My eyes misted as I sat down and stared at him. “I wanted you to fuck me, but when you say stuff like that, I feel like we should make love.”

Elias laughed as he used my arms to stretch me across the seat. “Nah, I can be romantic and still fuck this pussy. That’s what you want me to do?”

His palm smacking my ass kept me from responding immediately. “That’sexactlywhat I want you to do.”

“Say less.”

He lifted my dress and slid my panties to the side as I arched my back and pressed my chest against the seat. The feel of him pressing his way inside of me had my eyes fluttering. I was already wet, so the moment he began to fill me with fast, hard strokes, the sound of my cum slathering his dick immediately filled the car. My nails scraped the seat as I rocked against him, taking each forceful stroke.

“You feel me?” he asked, voice low and husky. My mouth hung open, but nothing would come out. “I hear this pussy. She smacking. But I don’t hear you. You feel me, Mandy?”

“Mhm,” I moaned, planting my palm on the window for support.

“Tell me you feel that dick.”

I opened my mouth, but instead of words coming out, strangled breaths did. Squeezing my right nipple, I released a sizzling breath before biting down on my bottom lip hard.

“Tell me you feel it, or I’ma stop,” he taunted, slowing his pace.

“I-I feel it. Please don’t stop,” I begged, crossing my ankles as my toes curled.

His pace quickened, and my body tingled. I heard my wetness puddling and knew what was about to happen.

“Where you feel that dick, bae?”

“All over me,” I moaned.

“How does it feel?”

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