Mr President’s Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

Lincoln replied. Melanie blinked and, after ending the call, searched for news online. Clicking on a video uploaded by netizens, Michael did indeed perform a striptease on stage. His overweight body, uncoordinated movements, and overall unattractive appearance left people genuinely disgusted. Melanie blinked, a sudden gleam appearing in her eyes. She glanced at Jeffrey, who remained silent beside her and revealed a smile "President Morgan, I wonder if I should tell you this..."

- I don't like this kind of thing, it always comes with a nothing-with-nothing question. "As long as it's not something too personal, I'm all ears." - I could tell that he was in no mood to talk about anything. "Have you and James ever had anything? Don't get me wrong, but his obsession is not normal." "Again? How many times will it be necessary for me to tell you no. I never dated Maurício, my focus was never on men, he was just a big son of a bitch who managed to ruin my life and make everything worse whenever he had the opportunity."

"President." The assistant knocked on the door from outside and looked at the president with a complicated face, and immediately asked in a respectful voice. Alex Brown returned to his senses, hooked his cold lips, "What's the latest news from Matthew Miller?" The assistant smiled and answered truthfully, "He is completely inseparable from Adams Harrah. In order to help Adams Harrah regain his property, Matthew Miller used almost all his family money to help Adams Harrah."

"I can practically hear the wheels turning in that brilliant mind of yours." I leaned back into his embrace, savoring the solid strength of him. "Marcus's announcement today will try to destabilize our stock," I murmured, though my fingers couldn't help trailing along his forearms, mapping the defined muscles there. "He's coordinating with Jessica Reid to create maximum impact. The timing is too perfect to be coincidence." Nathan's lips found that sensitive spot below my ear, making coherent thought increasingly difficult. "And yet you're smiling," he observed, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that never failed to send shivers down my spine. "What are you not telling me, my love

The room was an elegant shade of off-white, and expensive, well-made furniture loitered it. This was the office of Chiara’s father, Lorenzo, its elegant appearance a contrast to the casual feel of the restaurant just outside it. Lorenzo’s eyes scanned through the screen of his IMac, the beads of sweat that ran down his face a sign of his ill luck. What Lorenzo’s eyes were fixed on were the financial records of his restaurant and though it had been doing well, he was twenty thousand dollars lacking in the money they were meant to make.

logan yelled her name because his previous question with silence,it was obvious Ruth wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. “I don't have appetite”. She replied nonchalantly and sighed. “Go pick it and eat it now!!”. Mr. Logan command,Ruth narrowed her eyes in surprise at her father's statement. “What??”. She couldn't help but ask. “I said go and pick the rib you discarded now!!”. He replied,his gruesome voice eoched. A smile curved at Rita's lips as the scene unfolds before her. “I have discarded it father”. Ruth replied,her voice barely above a whisper,she didn't expect her father to say such thing to her.

Charlie leaned back on the couch, chest still heaving from his orgasm, but his eyes never left the filthy sight between Jessica’s spread thighs. Claire was on her knees, face buried in Jessica’s freshly-fucked cunt, sucking and licking his cum out with shameless hunger. The wet, slurping sounds and Claire’s satisfied moans sent fresh blood rushing to his cock. It didn’t take long. His thick shaft, still glistening with Jessica’s juices and the remnants of his load, began to twitch and swell again. Within moments, he was rock-hard once more, standing proud and heavy against his stomach as he watched his ex-wife devour his secretary.

I don't even realize when he rolls on a condom until he reaches for my hips, clearly intending to pull me onto his cock, which is already hard again. I immediately plant a hand on his chest and push back. Confusion flashes across his face. “What’s wrong?” I want him inside me so badly my thighs are trembling. But I can't ignore this imbalance any longer. “I’m tired of being the only one who’s always naked. I want to see you.” Something shifts in his expression. For a second, I think he’ll refuse the way he did before. Then he holds my gaze and slowly stands. He pushes his sweatpants and boxers the rest of the way off and steps out of them. Then he reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls i

His expression tightened before persuading me earnestly, " Oh Come on, Miss Young. There's a lot of fun over there. It's not the right time for a beauty to sleep. Let's have some fun together." My fists were already clenched in both sides and were aching to punch his face. I was loosing my patience over this dirty man for god sake. Another word and this punch would definitely fell over his face without thinking twice. Then, we both heard a magnetic tone that was coming from a certain direction, " Did you forget your room No. Mr. Brighton?" I jolted before shifting my eyes on the way. Mr. President was coming from the northwest corner slowly. He wore a blank under vest and a pair of blue four

We both laughed, getting into our own business, forgetting the conference meeting we were to attend. "I love you, Eve and I'll forever love you. You're my life and joy. My Obsession, I can't do without you, forever." I said. "I love you too, Justin. Mr Obsession." She teased and we laughed.