Page 31 of Tempting the Prez's Ol' Lady

“Oh god,” I cried out.

“You want more?”

“Yes!”

He smacked me again, and again, each time igniting another tiny orgasm that had my entire body shuddering with strange ecstasy.

Snyder took my hair around his palm again, arching me so he could fuck me even harder. We were both so consumed by the other that all sound—all life but the two of us faded away.

“Baby, I’m going to come, and it’s going to be hard. Can you take it?”

“Yes!”

“Good girl.”

He started to groan, then I felt him unload everything he had inside of me. A few times I thought I heard him moan out my name, but I was so far gone in my own abyss, I could barely hear anything but the moans that left my own lips.

We both stilled, panting, barely gripping onto reality, too consumed by the euphoria that came with skating behind Sabbath’s back to really understand the consequences of our actions.

I wasn’t in love with Snyder. I knew that much. But I was obsessed with the idea of him. The idea of being with someone else other than Sabbath. Someone who for a moment, could treat me like I was everything to him when Sabbath couldn’t make me feel anything but guilt.

I knew he was still broken from what happened with Leppard, but that wasn’t my fault. I had no control over what he did to me. I was forced. But this… this was all me.

And it felt good.

Really good.

Until we both heard a voice clear behind us and someone say, “Well, now… isn’t this fucking interesting.” Right before we heard the click of a bullet entering the chamber of a gun.

I glanced at Snyder, my eyes widening with both fear and the impending doom that caught up with us far too soon.

It was fun while it lasted, but now it was time to face the music and drown within the tainted tendrils of the entangled web we both had created.

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