Page 8 of Mister President

“Shut the fuck up,” I replied as I dropped to my knees, knowing damn well I was going to swallow every one.

“What you mad at me for?” he asked through his chuckle, but I was too frustrated to even respond. Instead, I pulled his dick out of his boxers, pleased with the precum that oozed out of it. “Aye,” he called, gripping my chin.

As I looked up and into his eyes, I was seconds away from submitting to whatever desire he wanted. Elias aged like fine wine. It seemed like every year he got older I was more attracted to him. He was tall, wide, and lean, but very muscular. Tattoos covered his arms and chest. He had an eight pack I lovedrunning my tongue down, and a dick I loved covering with my cum.

His ducktail beard connected with a wavy, tapered fade that was the perfect cut for his square head. Elias licked his juicy, skin-colored lips as he peered down at me with tight, dark eyes.

“You hear me talking to you?”

“I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck.”

A slow smirk lifted the left side of his mouth. “Then let’s fuck,” he almost whispered, lowering my head into his lap. Since I knew the night would end with his dick inside of me, I made love to it with my mouth. Elias had never been a silent lover. Even if he didn’t talk a lot of shit, his moans, groans, and growls were more than enough. And he never hesitated to tell me what he wanted me to do, nor did he shy away from my commands.

As he held my hair in one hand, the other wrapped around my jaw, keeping it open as he fucked my throat. My saliva coated his shaft as he hummed.

“Yeah, just like that, bae. Hide me in your mouth.”

A quiet whimper escaped me as I massaged my clit. Every time he told me to suck that shit, it felt like a challenge I needed to win. I locked my cheeks around him and slurped his dick before stroking it with my hand.

“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping the back of the couch. “Let me feel that tongue.” When I swirled my tongue around his dick, his body jerked. “Mhm. Just like that, Mandy. You’re so good at sucking my dick.”

“This is my dick,” I pulled away to clarify.

“It’s yours. Just don’t stop.”

My giggle as I took him deep down my throat made him moan. His abs clenched and head tilted as his eyes closed. Increasing my pace, I licked and sucked while stroking him and massaging his balls. It wasn’t long before his cum shot down my throat. I waited until he stopped throbbing to stand. Before Icould straddle him, Elias told me to take his place on the couch. My ass dangled off it as he wrapped my legs around his waist.

Our eyes locked as he slid inside of me.

“You’re my drug,” he admitted, touching the pit of my pussy. “Addictive. Loving you…it’s destructive. I know I need to leave your ass alone, but I just can’t.”

My eyes watered, so I closed them. Trembling lips released quiet moans and whimpers as he pummeled my pussy with hard, long, slow strokes. My body trembled, back arched, and toes curled. His strokes were steady… so steady I had to hold on to his wrists to keep from unraveling. As I fucked him back, he told me to look at him. I didn’t want to, but I did.

His eyes held the love I was sure he felt was a waste. I wanted to tell him I was ready to love him, too, but he didn’t want it anymore, and I couldn’t blame him. Pulling him down to me, I buried my face in his neck as my tears fell. I tried to convince myself I felt so vulnerable because we were one, but that wasn’t true. I was vulnerable because my heart finally accepted the fact that this was all we’d ever have, and I didn’t know what the hell to do.

I toldmy girls they could leave me, so when Elias offered to take me home, I agreed.

“I don’t want to ruin your guys’ night,” I told him as we headed out of the club.

“It’s cool. After that, I’m ready to crash anyway.” I smiled but bit on my bottom lip to hide it. “I actually wanted to talk to you.”

Looking up at him, I found he was already looking down at me. “About what?”

“Whatever is going on with you that makes you look sad after we have sex these days.”

It wasn’t intentional, but I’d never been an overly expressive woman with men. Mama said men didn’t like to talk and listen anyway, so it was no point in telling them how I felt…especially when it wouldn’t change what they did and how they felt. I wouldn’t even know where to start, but the last lingering thoughts would have to do.

“You said you love me,” I said.

“Yeah, I do. You know that though.”

“I knew you loved me at one point. I didn’t know you still did.”

He chuckled and took my hand into his. “I willalwayslove you, Amanda.”

Our eyes locked again briefly, and I gritted my teeth to keep from smiling. “Do you believe I love you?”

His brows wrinkled and mouth twisted to the side. “Nah. Aside from you never saying it, your actions showed you didn’t love me. They showed you didn’t care about me either. I always felt like you didn’t really give a fuck about me…just what I could do to you and for you.”

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