Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 13655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
“Don’t do what, Sir.” he growls and pounces up from his desk. Like a lion on a mission he stalks across the room right in front of me. Almost like it was rehearsed he plants one hand on the side of my head, while the other locks the door. Both hands cage me in, and my heart begins to dance. I can smell his cologne, the spicy woodsy scent, going straight to my pussy, turning me into a leaky mess. “Don’t make me break the law, Leigh.”
“How am I doing that?” Full of a bravado I didn’t know I had; I look him square in the eye while sneaking a peek at his lips that I want all over me.
“By enticing me to fuck you one year too early, angel. I know what you're going through. Do you feel that?” He leans further into me but keeps his hands off of me. I moan when his cock rubs against my stomach, gasping at the size of it in his pants. “Do you feel how much I want you, baby? The minute that clock strikes midnight a year from now, you are going to be riding my cock, making me a daddy. Until then, naughty girl, behave.” He runs his nose up my neck and I fucking gush once again. Panties are useless. But at least I know I am not in this alone.
Chapter One
Dalton
Present Day
“Mr. President, the U.K. Prime Minister is on line 2.” Looking up from my phone I see my secretary sticking her head in.
“Thank you Celia.” I finish sending out my text, distracted as usual by the nymph trying to tempt me out of my office for the night.
“Prime Minister Claudia. Nice to hear from you.” I tell her hoping like hell this conversation is short.
“Mr. President. We have yet to receive your RSVP for the coronation of King Peter the II next month.” Damn it. I totally forgot.
“My apologies. I thought my intern had sent it out. I will look into it, and you should receive a response immediately.”
“I look forward to it. Goodbye.” Once the phone has been hung up, I sigh, putting my hands on my head. Jesus I am a mess. Ever since I got my cock in her pussy I have been obsessed, distracted and unable to think about anything else.
Two months ago my angel turned eighteen. That day was the hardest day of my life. You’d think it was because I was solving world peace or brokering peace between two warring nations, but no. It was because all I could think about was that it was finally the day I would be able to make her mine, I was stuck in NATO conferences all fucking day.
“Mr. President, what do you think?” I wonder what she is doing to get ready for tonight? Is she shaving her gorgeous legs, waxing that teenage pussy I can’t wait to get my mouth on? “Sir?” I bet she has been wet all day thinking about what’s to come. I know my cock has been in a state of unrest preparing for tonight. “Sir, are you alright?” Something touches my shoulder, bringing me out of the daydream. I look up to see several of my aides and the faces of leaders around the world on the screens in front of me and realize I have checked out.
“My apologies, fellow leaders. I didn’t get much sleep last night. Please, repeat what you said.” For the rest of the meeting I do my best to stay tuned in, and keep my head in the game. As soon as it is over and we have decided on sanctions for Russia, I hightail my ass out of the room and into my private chambers.
Once the door is locked, I stand at my window, one where I can see out, but no one can see in and pull my aching cock from my pants. The moment I touch it, I can feel how wet it is already, having leaked in my boxers for the last few hours. “Ah shit.” I groan when I touch it. I grip it hard, eyes squeezed tight, teeth gnashing trying to stop it from erupting. “Fucking shit.” I can’t stop stroking it, my mind conjuring the images of her naked, teen plush body underneath me. I know she thinks she is too thick, surrounded by women in this office who look like they barely eat, and workout more than they sleep. I can’t wait to show her how much the baby fat she has yet to lose turns me on and drives me crazy. Almost as much as picturing her swollen, ripe and hardened stomach watching my kid send ripples through her body.
“Ahhh!!” I lose the battle with holding it in and watch it splatter against the window, sliding down leaving evidence of my lack of control. I contemplate for a moment longer than I should about wiping it off and saving it to put inside of her. “Get a fucking grip, Dalton.” I chastise myself, pull my handkerchief from my pocket and clean up the window.