Mr President’s Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

The look on her face whenever she begged me to fuck her, and the soft bite on her lip, did something to me—something I just couldn’t explain or control. I looked down at my pants to see my hardness pushing against my fly. Thank heavens I left there as fast as I could; I would’ve embarrassed myself with that. I tried to take my mind off these thoughts by focusing on work and other things, but it didn’t work. I decided to try something else by turning on the music player, but the first song that came on was “Sex With Me” by Rihanna. It was like salt in the wound; it made my condition worse and sent different thoughts flying through my mind.