Mr President’s Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

Adrian and Richard froze, cocks still twitching. The board representative, Dr. Lena Voss (no relation, but her sharp eyes burned with judgment), stood frozen in the doorway, phone held high recording every filthy detail. My naked body glistened with sweat and cum. Thick white loads leaked from my stretched pussy and ass, dripping down my thighs onto the couch. My heavy tits heaved, nipples red and swollen from rough pinching. "Turn off the camera or join the treatment," Richard snarled, still buried half hard in my cunt.

Now I'm left alone to think about the mess I've—no, we've—made. The dull ache between my legs reminds me exactly how deep he went. Damn! When was the last time I got laid this good? This is the first time in a very long time that I've brought a man home. Or followed one. Or whatever the hell the last hour was... with the damn president. Aspiring president, I mean. Where did he learn to stroke like that? My hands are still in my hair, making it even messier because my brain cells refuse to stop replaying the scenes. Every hot moment. My hands searching for something to hold on to against his chest. The way he didn't even think about stopping and just kept going deeper.

The moment he sees me, his entire expression changes instantly. Like I’m the only thing capable of calming him. I smile softly and climb onto the bed before settling directly on his lap, my knees on either side of him. His hands immediately move around my waist. I lean down and kiss him slowly before resting against his neck, my eyes drifting toward the laptop screen filled with names, numbers, and political charts. “What’s going on?” I murmur. His hand slides slowly down my back comfortingly. “There are three strong candidates likely to win the election,” he explains calmly. “Ivy’s father, Blake’s father… and one other man.”

Very much tempted. Zandrei scoffed playfully and answered, “You know damn well what I need. I am a man, Marceline. But I have never slept with anyone. And ever since I met you that day in the alley, I’ve never been the same.” “I dreamt of you every night. I lusted after you, desired you, obsessed over you… Hell, I get off just by thinking of you. But when we finally met again, you drew a line between us. So I restrained myself. You have no idea the discipline I had to maintain just to stop myself from crawling onto your bed and forcing myself on you...which would have been bad. Consent matters.” he chuckled.

No one broke the silence since not even a single word was uttered. Was it their cold and aloof President Mo? Was he the one whom they often refer to as Mr. Iceberg? It was impossible to believe it. They couldn't t bring themselves to believe it. President Mo who was rumored to have no links with women was hugging and kissing a woman in front of everyone. How could they believe their eyesight? It was blasphemy to even think that President Mo, the devil could be so passionate.

He knocked on the table impatiently, and under the heavy gesture, the wooden desk made a heavy sound, "But I am very pissed! Even for the sake of the Winters family, I can't tolerate this woman anymore. What do you think I should do?" "President, it's against the law to hire someone to kill her." Greg didn't even remember how long it had been since he had seen such a president whose face was full of murderous intent. Especially this year, because of Young Madam, the president seemed to have changed into another person. But now, the change seemed to have been reverted, and the most bandit man had returned.

I could not tell. "I, I..." She faltered, leaving her voice to trail off. "Mr.Gun, I had no idea that you had such untrained workers," I said out loud, turning my face to Mr. Gun. His face was distorted, confusedly, while I stared at him intently, raising my chin to him. "Pardon? What do you mean to say, President Darian?" He questioned.

he moaned softly and gasped. “You like it?” “You are the best” he moaned again and grabbed her pony hair and began to push himself in and out of her. She held her lap and he paused. “Don’t do that yet” she stood up and laid on the bed, giving him a gateway to get in. “Shit!” Mr. Richard rushed into her. Riley stopped him penetrating in. “Hey! Promise me you will do anything I want” “Fuck me, I’ll kill for you” he said and slide in, pushing in and out repeatedly while Riley moaned repeatedly.

Gerald remembered that he had done that. He had given Hazel access to his credit card and his bank account details. He had done that because he trusted her. He had done that because he loved her. "Why did you do that?" he asked. "Why do you think?" Mr. Jones said. "She was using you, Gerald. She was using you for your money, your power, your status. She was playing you, Gerald. She was playing you like a fool. You know someone who do not have control over obsession. You know that she is Kleptomaniac and she can do anything like this."

Chapter 44 HEADLINES 'President of the United States has a child with a woman out of wedlock' 'President goes missing for two weeks comes back with a 4-year-old child' 'Could be that our President got married without our knowledge?' "President Jacobs has a child with a doctor from his family's private hospital" 'The doctor the president has a child with is Dr Rebecca Xiao' _________________________ Kevin Jacobs POV My secretary runs into the room I look up "President, we have a problem" she says softly