Page 6 of Prez's Property

No words were needed between us. He turned me around and pulled my robe off, tossing it to the floor before he pressed his hand to my upper back, bending me over the bed. With one hand, he rubbed lube on my ass, slowly working his fingers in as his other hand played with my clit, his fingers occasionally dipping into my soaked cunt.

I whimpered, needing more. Somehow knowing what I wanted, Elijah began to press the head of his cock into my ass. I tensed. He ran his hand over my back. “Easy, doll. Breathe and relax.”

“You’re too big,” I hissed, my body becoming tenser as he tried pushing in a little more.

“No,” he crooned. “Just relax. Trust me, doll.”

I drew in a deep breath, but before I could try to relax, he began to furiously rub my clit. I cried out, my body relaxing into the mattress. He sank fully into my ass. Giving me a moment to adjust to his large size, he ran his hands over my body, pressing kisses to my back.

“Good girl. You’re doing so fucking good, doll.”

My body loved his praise, and honestly, so did my mind. I moaned, my hands clenching the sheets. I felt so full. I’d never been this goddamn full in my life.

And the way he was praising me? The way he was kind of taking care of me? It was settling deep in my heart.

I was playing a dangerous game with the president.

His hand moved back to my clit as he began to slowly move in and out of my ass. I whimpered, clawing at the comforter on my bed. “God, your ass is so tight,” he rumbled. “I fucking love your body, doll.”

“Fuck me harder,” I pleaded, trying to push his sweet words out of my mind.

He did as I wished. He plowed into my ass like a man starved. I drenched his fingers as soon as he dipped them inside my pussy, and it seemed to spur him on even more. His hips smacked against my ass with each thrust. He basically had me pinned to the bed, so I was helpless to do anything but lay there and take everything he was giving me.

“I’m going to—” I panted.

“Now, Olivia,” he snarled.

I came hard around his fingers, squirting again. He found his release in my ass a moment later. We lay together, both of us trying to catch our breaths. His heart hammered against my back.

“I’m going to ease out,” he told me, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Then, I’m going to help you clean up.”

I nodded weakly. He slowly eased out of my ass, and then, he swept me up into his arms, carrying me to my bathroom.

8

Once the water in my shower was warm, Elijah stepped inside and gently set me on my feet. Silently, he set about washing my hair and conditioning it, and then he bathed me.

It was so hard not to look deeper into his actions.

I’d never had a man actually care for me after sex.

My phone rang in the bedroom. Elijah growled in annoyance. “Call them back after we’re done here,” he muttered.

I stayed silent, knowing better than to disobey him. Besides, it was probably one of the club girls wanting me to come down and help with something. I didn’t have any friends outside of this building.

Elijah finished bathing me and rinsed me off. Then, he wrapped me up in his muscular, tattooed arms and slanted his lips across mine, kissing me soft and slow.

My heart couldn’t take this. It was so hard not to read deeper into this entire situation, and he was wrecking my fucking heart.

“I want you to be mine, Olivia,” he rasped as he leaned back and looked up at me.

I jerked back from him, my eyes widening in horror. “Yours?” I blurted.

He nodded. I stared at him incredulously. He couldn’t be fucking serious.

“You’re married!” I hissed at him. Did he forget that fucking fast that he had a fucking wife?

He shrugged. “Don’t know if you noticed or not, but she and I aren’t on good terms anymore these fucking days.”

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