Page 66 of Straight to Me

He pants as I ask him for what I need. “Make me cry out your name.” Sliding my hands around his neck, he’s out of breath, relinquishing power as I try to coax him into doing what I ask.

His kissing intensifies and he bites hard on my skin making me cry out, “I’ll come for you VP!” Grinding my hips harder against him, his hands rock me at the same time and my orgasm rushes to the surface. “Do what you want to me, my body's yours.”

With that he stands up fast, I have to rapidly use my arms and legs to hold onto him. He lies me back on the sofa. I ready myself for him to take me, but he straddles me, keeping my legs together.

VP removes his cut, throwing it to the floor and slowly unbuttons his shirt, teasing me before revealing his rippling torso. My clit throbs at the sight of him. My hands caress his thighs as he removes the shirt to the floor.

His eyes burn passionately looking down at me. With his hand, he takes himself, gripping his cock tight. Starting slow, he works his full length and, my god, he looks sensational as his tattooed arm flexes with the movement. I can't help myself; my hands explore his muscled stomach, stroking and touching his hot skin.

VP’s free hand glides over my hip, making me wriggle underneath him. “See how you like it,” he smiles, confirming that he’s ticklish. His hand travels to my breast where he kneads and squeezes me, making me moan. I lock eyes with him, and his lips part slightly as he lets out a hoarse noise as he builds.

Beautiful.

I squeeze his tight bum, pulling him closer. He steadies himself, his hand on the sofa near my head, and he leans over me taking my mouth with his. His tongue moves wildly over mine, stealing my breath.

I want more. My hands move around his neck, into his hair and I deepen our kiss.

His green eyes consume me as he pumps his cock vigorously. My hot-blooded VP. The little rasps that he’s making, the groans that escape past his lips as my nails scratch his scalp… I need him closer.

Arching my back I push up to him, and he groans before he releases over my body, his lips parted over mine as the hot liquid fires onto my stomach.

I stroke the side of his face as his short breaths caress my cheek. He pulls back and kisses my forehead before he says, “Nice try. You almost had me.”

I let out a huff as he stands off me, walking into the kitchen. This has to be a joke. He comes back in with a towel. “Are you kidding?” I groan, all flustered where I lay, as I begin wiping him off me.

“I’m a man of my word, Mads.” He tucks himself away, doing up his jeans and belt. The sight of his beautiful torso alleviates some of the frustration I feel.

“You don't play fair,” I pout, my body still buzzing. He takes my hands, pulling me to my feet. He wraps his arms around me and holds my mostly naked body close to his. Leaning down he kisses my lips.

“I told you what you need to do,” he whispers.

“But I like you doing it,” I say, readjusting my bra.

“And I’d fucking love to watch you do it.” I pause, a smile breaking out on my face.

“Really?” His arms around me tighten.

“Mads, nothing would bring me greater pleasure than to see you enjoying yourself.” His hands move to cup my face. “Now, go grab a shower, before we go.”

“Where?”

“Clubhouse. We’re picking up a van for tomorrow, remember?” I roll my eyes at him. But having only been there once and seeing that horrible man Rocco, I’m nervous to say yes.

“Are you sure you want me to come along? Wouldn’t it be quicker you just going alone?"

“Maybe. But I want you with me,” he kisses my lips, “every minute,” he kisses my nose, “of every hour,” my forehead, “of every day.”

“Will Rocco be there?”

He checks my expression as he lifts his head. “Why?” he smiles, not realising how scared of his president I am.

“He doesn’t like me very much.” I look down to VP’s chest. Before he can say anything, I continue, “Anyway, yes, I’ll come with you. I’ll just shower first.”

“I’ll join you in a sec.” He kisses my head before letting me go. I grab my clothes from the floor then head upstairs.

I watch him take off his trousers, then join me in the shower. Marveling at his body, I inspect his tattoos more closely; seeing the date written on his arm.

When I first saw it, I knew he was young when his mum died, but when he told me how difficult his life had been and his having to move to Australia, my heart broke for him. To live virtually alone, missing school with no adult to properly protect him.

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