"I just want to fuck you so badly right now, Ash," I told her, not holding back any punches. And I did. I wanted to pound her doggie style with my 11-inch cock till we both collapsed from cumming too hard.
"Always the romantic," she teased before she got into the limo.
All through dinner, she gave me flirty smiles and kept my cock hard until I couldn't wait to get her back to the residence.
But on the way back, Ashley leaned into me, and nestled her head on my chest. "Austin, I'm really sore from last night," she said in a mild voice. She was talking into my chest all cute and shit while I had my arm wrapped around her. "I don't know if I can have sex tonight."
What the fuck? After keeping my cock hard all through dinner with that fucking dress and that fucking back and forth, I was like a coiled spring. I would have been pissed off with any other girl. But Ashley? I just brought my lips to the top of her head and gave it a light kiss, smelling her shampoo
"That's okay, babe," I said softly. "You're not going anywhere. We can chill tonight."
She looked up at me with those adorable eyes. "Really?" she asked. I nodded.
"Can we just watch a movie and cuddle?" she asked.
Now at this time, had the old Austin Bain been present, he would have kicked my ass for being a pussy. Because all I said was, "Absolutely, babe. Anything you want."
And so there we were an hour later, Ashley picking out a fucking romance movie. Not even a fucking romantic comedy that I could laugh to, but a goddamn romance movie.
"Yay! I love this movie. It's so long too!" she said bouncing up and down happily. Then she looked at me. "You sure you're okay with this, right?"
I nodded, "Yeah, I'm good. Don't worry."
"Great," she said. "Let me go change into some pajamas."
And with that she sprung off the couch and into her room. She only ever used that room as a giant closet nowadays, sleeping in my bed most nights. A few minutes later she came out and stood before me.
I swear to fucking God my eyes were about to bug out when I looked at her. She was wearing a pair of red lace boy shorts that cupped her ass so fucking deliciously and on top she had a red lace camisole. My cock nearly exploded in my pants I was so fucking horny.
"I got this the other day," she said with a sly smile. "Do you like it?"
At first I couldn't say anything. All I could do was stare. But eventually I looked up at her. "I fucking love it. I could fuck you so hard right now, Ash," I growled.
"Yeah, but you said you wouldn't, right?" she asked. Then she scrunched her nose and added, “I’m sore remember? No sex, right?”
I nodded. She smiled and came closer. "Great!" she exclaimed and then sat down basically on top of me, wiggling her body until she found every nook and crevice and somehow wedged herself into me. I wrapped my arms around her and she nestled in. I could fucking feel her ass rub up and down on my hard cock until it settled between her ass cheeks. Ashley didn't say anything, except look at me and give me a sly grin as she asked in a cute voice, "You going to be okay, Mister?"
"I'll be fine," I lied. I didn't know what the fuck I was going to do.
The movie started and pretty soon I felt Ashley clench and unclench her ass cheeks, squeezing my cock.
That was the fucking last straw! I was cool going to dinner and seeing her in that get up. I was okay not having sex. I was even okay watching a fucking chick flick that was three fucking hours long with her hot fucking body pressed up against me. But this was just too much.
I began to thrust up against her, but after the first one, I stopped myself. I had promised Ashley. And fuck me, I honestly would rather be with her and not have fucking sex than not be with her at all. It wasn't easy, but I actually fucking liked being on the couch with that fucking romance movie as long as she was there.
And then she wriggled her ass against me again and my thoughts went crazy. Again and again. I thought I was going fucking crazy, not being able to move or do anything.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, she stopped.
She turned over and pressed her body to mine, bringing her face inches from mine.
"This is hard for you, isn't it?" she asked with a cute looking pout.
"Very hard, babe," I grunted, not knowing what else to say. I was beaten down.
All of a sudden that cute pout turned into a wicked grin. She gyrated her crotch on my cock a little bit as she said one word. "Good."
I looked at her in surprise as she continued, "Consider it payback. For the bullet vibrator orgasms during the parade."
And that's when her smile turned sultry and I realized Ashley Draper had been playing me the whole day, getting me all hot and bothered and leaving me no recourse but to take it. I brought my hands up and grabbed her ass. Hard. She squealed and we fucked hard on that sofa that night. The movie was over long before we were.
I'm thinking about last night and the way that Ashley played me and it brings a smile to my fucking lips. It helps me close out my speech at a chemical plant in Dayton, Ohio with a dramatic, "No matter what you decide, God bless each and every one of you, and God bless America!"
The crowd goes wild and they jump up cheering. I wave and take a few pictures and walk the rope line before coming up to where Leon, the media guru, Ashley, and Nadia are huddling. Ashley's giving me a thumbs up sign.
"Stand for a few pictures with your sister," Leon instructs me and Ashley and I take a few pictures with the Governor and the Senator from the state.
"Ashley," why don't you meet us in the holding lobby, and we'll pick you up on our way out," Nadia says to my stepsister when we're done. "The President has a security briefing."
Ashley nods. She knows I can't share this shit with her, as much as it fucking kills me.
I look over to Nadia a little warily. This morning, Nadia got coffee for the entire senior staff on this trip, except for Ashley. Ashley was a good sport about it and fetched her own coffee, but I fucking noticed. A few days ago, Nadia showed pictures of her sister’s baby to me while Ashley sat there, completely ignored. Nadia touched my arm and began to run her fingers up and down my biceps as she showed me pictures on her phone. I was about to say something but Ashley saw the look in my eyes and slightly shook her head. I collected myself and listened on.
Now, Ashley smiles and Nadia looks at me. "You ready for the security briefing?" she asks me. I nod.
A Naval Intelligence officer and the CIA director tell me all about the fucking shit I need to know. It's fucking scary how many people want to fucking destroy America. Inside and out. Every fucking day. My initial reaction is to blow them the fuck up. But it's not that easy. Running the country smoothly for 320 million people isn't that fucking easy.
The briefing goes on, and Nadia interrupts halfway through, "Mr. President, do you mind walking to the plane and talking?" she asks.
There's no problem all around and I'm caught up by the time we get on the plane. But Nadia's scheduled a phone call with the fucking head of some pharmaceutical company. I'm supposed to gently persuade him to lower the cost of his allergy pens, which has skyrocketed drastically in the last year.
My way of gentle persuasion? "John," I address the billionaire CEO by his first name. "Lower the fucking price of your fucking allergy pens back down to what they were three years ago or so fucking help me I'll drop so many fucking investigations onto your fucking company that it'll be fucking dead in a year."
Nadia rolls her eyes and the next twenty minutes, this fucking 'titan of industry' is apologizing to me. He's been called the "billionaire bad boy" by the press. I'll fucking show him who’s the top fucking dog. I even heard shit about how he's into BDSM and shit, hitting women and who the fuck knows. The planes taken off and this fucker is babbling. I put him on mute and look around, wondering where Ash is at. I don't see her.
"Where's Ashley?" I ask my body man, Reggie. He looks around Air Force One for five minutes and comes back. "Captain says Miss Draper didn't get on the plane." I l
ook towards Nadia who's been silent this whole time. "Where's Ashley?" I ask her. The CEO on the other end of the line is droning on and on.
Nadia looks at me and shrugs. "I don't know if Miss Draper made it back on the plane," Nadia says, acting formal.
"Why the fuck not?" I ask her.
"Well, Miss Draper knew that the plane was leaving, but I don't think she paid attention to the time..." Nadia goes on but I interrupt her.
"I was right fucking there, Nadia, so don't give me your bullshit. You said we'd pick her up on the way out. Did you pick her up?" I demand.
"No, it must have slipped my mind," Nadia says without a hint of fucking contrition.
Fuck. I pick up the headset and interrupt the CEO. "John, something's come up. I gotta go," I tell him and hang up. He's reduced the price and that's all that matters to me.
I turn back to Nadia.
"Turn the plane around," I tell her.
"Excuse me?" she says, indignant.
"We left her in the middle of a fucking chemical plant in Ohio!" I yell at her.
"So what? We have a schedule to keep!" she yells back. "We have a job to fight for!"
I get up. "Turn the fucking plane around right now. We're going to go back and get Ashley. And then you're going to apologize." My words are crystal clear. I'm fucking pissed off.
Nadia sighs. "Mr. President," she says, but then softens her tone and takes a step forward. I look around. There's no one in my cabin in Air Force One except for the two of us. "We need to have a talk."
"Turn the fucking plane around. That's an order," I tell her.
"I think you're letting your sister hold too much sway over your life, sir!" she yells at me. "I think you're forgetting what's important. I think you're forgetting what you set out to do in this job."
I'm quiet, letting her speak. I'm not yelling and I would never hit a woman. I let her continue.
"I think you're losing sight of us," she says, a bit more quietly. "I've noticed we don't have the same back and forth like we used to. Maybe her being gone for a while will give us a chance to reconnect?"
Is she fucking insane? We had a brief fling - long ago. I don't love her. I never fucking did.
Nadia sidles up close to me, her hands going up to my chest. She traces her finger down. "There's things I know how to do that I'm sure your little stepsister would never even comprehend, as I'm sure you remember," she says, giving a me sly grin.
That's it. I snap.
"Nadia, you're fired," I say.
Nadia jerks back, her mouth open in horror. I walk to my desk and pick up the phone and am connected with the captain. I tell him to turn the plane around. He complies. I call Agent Daniels and tell him that I'm going to disembark the plane. I don't want to cause any more problems for him.
"Also, revoke all of Nadia Moore's access please. As of right now, she is no longer employed as the Chief of Staff," I instruct.
Nadia is looking at me in shock. Her mouth is hanging open. I ignore her.
"You're fucking her, aren't you, Austin?" she asks, sneering at me. "You're fucking your own sister."
"Stepsister," I correct her, jerking my head up. A moment later, I close my eyes and sigh. She's baited me perfectly.
Nadia smiles. "What? I wasn't good enough for you? All those sluts you fucked weren't good enough for you? You had to go fuck her? Over me?"
I'm fucking done being jerked around. I look at Nadia. "Listen Nadia, I have no problem jumping out of a fucking moving car and kicking some guy's ass as you've seen me do. Now I suggest you shut the fuck up if you don't want me to call the fucking guards."
Nadia stares at me for a second. I stare back. "You'll regret this," she says and walks out.
Maybe I will. Maybe I wont. Right now, all I know is I need to find Ashley.
The plane lands ten minutes later, and Secret Service runs out. I follow close behind. Nadia is sitting in her seat on the plane, by herself, with an agent watching her.
The agents want to protect me, but I'm fucking running. They're trying to keep up with me, but they don't realize just how fucking good of shape I'm in.
I run back and into the holding area that we used in the chemical plant. Regular automated operations are turning back on and the Secret Service agents are skittish. Rightly fucking so. These machines are automated and people don’t come out here because they use chemicals like sulfur. Shit that burns flesh. There's usually no one in these areas without proper supervision. It's a wonder the agents have let me come this far.
I don't see Ashley at first in the holding area. I look around. The plant is going to be fully operational in ten minutes. Fuck, if she wandered out looking for me, we're all fucked. I tell Daniels to turn the plant back off.
Then, all of a sudden, like a fucking angel, Ashley comes out of a hallway, running towards the noise we're making. She's been worried and she runs towards me.
"I was so worried!" she sobs. "Where were you?"
I fucking run towards her and pull her into my arms. I grab her and hold her close for long moments.
We part a little bit, but I'm still holding her. Fuck everyone else. I take her face in my hands and I kiss her. She kisses back and I fucking lose myself in the moment.
When we finally come up for air I look at this angel in front of me, and I surprise myself with the strength to speak. "I love you Ashley," I tell her. Then I kiss her again.
14
Ashley
Austin Bain loves me.
I’m not making this up, I swear, he actually said it to me. I can’t stop repeating the words in my head: Austin Bain loves me. Have I ever been this happy?
I don’t know if Nadia leaving me stranded was the final push for him, but if it was… well, I have to thank Nadia, no matter her ill intentions. I know she never liked me, but I never expected her to act like she did. But it doesn’t matter now. Austin came for me. And hearing him saying those little three words… it changed everything. Every single thing.
Nothing will ever be the same now.
We flew back to Washington and I don’t even know how I managed to keep my hands off of him during the flight. I was bursting at the seams with desire in such an intense way that I was almost afraid of getting up when the flight ended… I was so wet I was afraid even the front of my dress was damp.
But it doesn’t matter now - Austin has escaped from the clutches of Presidential responsibilities, and we’re running towards his room in the White House like two horny teenagers. We can’t wait. No, not one damn minute.
The moment we step foot inside his residence, I’m all over him, my mouth yearning for the taste of his lips, my hand aching for the smoothness of his skin. I kiss him wildly, our lips parting and letting our tongues dance around each other in a frenzy; I grab his shirt and after fumbling, just rip it open, ruining it but not giving a damn about it. I push it down his arms and kiss him all over his hard chest, savoring him with a hunger I didn’t even know existed inside of me.
His hands go to my legs, then, hiking up my dress to my waist. He licks his lips as he looks at the drenched thong that covers my pussy. He doesn’t lose any time - in a single second he’s on his knees and, with a flick of his fingers he pushes my thong to the side. Before I can even gasp, his mouth is wrapped tight against my pussy, and he starts sucking there as if he has been thinking of doing it all day long. Which I wouldn’t be surprised was the case - I also spent the whole day daydreaming of his cock.
I put one leg over his shoulder as he licks at me and, now having a better angle, he slides one finger inside of me in an instant. I gasp, closing my eyes as I press my back into the wall, thrusting my pussy against his mouth as he fingers me.
Pulling out from me, he pushes the thong down my legs and I just kick it away to the corner; his mouth is on me again, devouring me with such intensity that I can barely keep my eyes open. Austin was right. I get very wet around him. Panties would probably stick to the wall, like he brags. Ew. My eyes are still closed, but t
hat’s fine by me - I don’t need my eyes open to surrender to the throes of pleasure. I can do that just fine while being blind to the world.
He has his tongue running circles around my clit, and then he lets it run the length of my pussy, licking my labia eagerly and taking my juices in his mouth. I can’t help but look down at him as he does it, my heart beating hard inside my chest.
Sliding one more finger inside me, he keeps fingering me until my pussy starts to spasm and becomes tighter; immediately he presses his thumb over my clit and, moving it in circles, he makes my muscles burn in under a second.
I cry out in pleasure as I come, delight completely ripping me apart - my whole body is burning up.
He doesn’t allow me any time to reel from the orgasm; he simples gets back on his feet and, placing one hand under my knee, lifts my leg as he presses his body into me. With trembling fingers I go for his crotch, massaging his massive bulge for two seconds before unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the fly. I slide my fingers inside his boxer briefs and, grabbing his thick cock, I pull it out and start stroking it, feeling the intensity of his desire for me running through it.
I stroke him fast and can feel his cock pulsating against my fingers and, driven crazy by my motions and wanting to ravage my insides, he grabs my wrist and makes me let go of him. I do it willingly, allowing him to lean further into me.
Grabbing his cock with a growl, he presses it into me, only sliding its tip inside; I moan hard, feeling all strength escape my body. But, still holding me under my knee, he presses me back into the wall and in one single stroke buries himself inside of me up to the hilt.
I’m screaming now, and I’m also moaning. God, I don’t even know which one I’m doing. I can’t see straight. I can’t hear a damn thing. This exact moment, the only thing my mind can process is the way Austin’s pummeling me, pushing me towards the edge of ecstasy. He does it relentlessly, almost as if he’s not a normal human being. He doesn’t tire, he doesn’t complain, he doesn’t let up - he simply keeps ramming his cock into me until I start forgetting who I really am.
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