American Scandal (Their First Lady Book 1)
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Cal didn’t like my teasing. He took my head in his hands and shoved his cock into my mouth. He hit the back of my throat and I had to fight the urge to gag. He kept going, fucking my throat as if it were my cunt, and after just a few seconds, I didn’t feel the need to gag. With each thrust, he hit the back of my throat and each time I moaned and couldn’t wait for him to do it again.
“Stop.” He pulled out of my mouth. “Put your head down and stick your ass up.”
I got into position and he grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back, leaving me no choice but to bury my face in the comforter.
He entered me in one forceful thrust, and I screamed out in both pleasure and pain. But then he moved slowly, entering me fully and then pulling out. He got into a slow rhythm while I moaned wildly into the bed. He crossed my wrists over one another and held them in one hand, while he reached around me with the other and found my clit.
He flicked over it with his finger while he drove himself in and out of me at a mercilessly fast pace. It was more than I could take. I came hard, spasming and clenching around him while I screamed into the bed.
Cal leaned forward, still throbbing inside me, and tugged on my hair to lift my head and roughly whisper in my ear. “You’re mine, Tessa. Your secrets, your orgasms, your pussy. They all belong to me. Do you understand?”
I was riding a wave of ecstasy, and I wasn’t sure if I was still coming, or starting to come again. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. We’re just getting started.”
To be continued…
Tessa’s story continues in:
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Their First Lady: Book Two
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