“Stop equating me to UCA. Give me some damn time to make changes!”
Her breathing grew labored as she considered how much worse things could be—and how bad they likely were for women not married to the country’s president. “I-I can’t have any part of this,” she stuttered out, backing away from him. “What they did to that woman…” She was terrified and supposed it showed. “I’m sorry, Ryan. I can’t—”
“You can.” His face flushed and his musculature tensed. Ryan backed her up against the bedroom’s dresser. “And you must.”
His mouth came down on hers hard. She pushed at his chest with her hands, but didn’t break the punishing kiss. When he thrust his tongue inside, they dueled for control. His large hands found her breasts, his thumbs raking over her nipples. She broke the kiss on a moan and pushed him away from her.
“I can’t,” she breathlessly repeated. Her pulse racing, Gaia wiggled away from the dresser and headed towards the wardrobe. She got no further than the bed when two domineering hands clamped down on her shoulders and spun her around to face him.
“You can,” Ryan said hoarsely. His breathing was as ragged as hers. He tore off his cufflinks and threw them aside, his jacket, tie, and shirt soon joining them. “You have to.”
“Why?”
“Because I need you.”
His mouth came down on hers again, this time claiming it. She offered no resistance as his hands roughly explored her body, touching and kneading all of her intimate parts as if branding them. Her pulse skyrocketed. She met him passion for passion, a maelstrom of dark and light emotions coalescing into primitive desire. She handled him just as coarsely, tearing at his pants and pulling them down.
“Turn around,” he said thickly, ending the kiss. He bodily nudged her toward the bed. “I want to watch that sweet assI ownjiggle while I fuck you.”
Gaia was too turned on to offer resistance. She climbed up onto the middle of the bed and stayed on all fours.
“Ass up, head down,” Ryan commanded as he joined her on the bed. “And spread your legs wider. I want to see my pussy.” His voice grew deeper with every order. “Beautiful,” he rasped, holding an ass cheek with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. She moaned. “That’s right,” he growled, “moan and get wet for daddy.”
She recalled their age difference. The mental image his words conjured was naughty, but effective, the pressure on her clit sublime. She couldn’t have stopped herself from coming if she’d tried.“Oh my God,”she gasped. Her orgasm was so hard it bordered on painful.“Ryan.”
She could feel him guiding his cock to her entrance, could hear his raspy breathing grow heavier. “Good girl,” he thickly praised. “Now do that again when I’m inside you.”
Ryan surged into her pussy on one deep, long thrust, filling her completely. She groaned at the exquisite invasion, her hard nipples brushing against the sheets as she dropped her torso lower. “Mmm,” he purred. “My cunt feels so damn good.”
Gaia moaned as he palmed both her ass cheeks and fucked her pussy hard. She threw her hips back at him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He fucked her harder and faster, over and over and over, again and again and again. She could hear the sound of their joined flesh colliding, could smell the scent of their combined arousal. “Faster,” she all but begged. “More.”
Ryan picked up the pace, his breath sucking in and coming out in pants as he pounded into her from behind. He impaled himself deeper, harder, faster, fucking her with possessive strokes. “I’m coming, baby,” he ground out, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass cheeks. “I hope I get you pregnant.” He fucked her once, twice, three times more and, his entire body tensing and convulsing, spurted hot cum deep inside her. She didn’t stop fucking him back, not until every last drop of semen had been milked from his cock.
They collapsed onto the bed, spent, neither of them saying a word. Their breathing equally labored, Gaia laid on her side and Ryan spooned her, territorially holding her close to him as they slept.
Gaia awoke hours later to the feel of her pussy being stretched and filled up. This time, however, she was lying on her back and Ryan’s hands were all over her body. There was such possessiveness in his touch and in his love making, as if he were marking her as his. Maybe, in his own way, he was. She decided to enjoy the fierce attraction they shared for one another rather than question and analyze it. Reaching for his buttocks, she dug her fingers in as he fucked her, whispering to him of his sexiness. She could tell he liked hearing it, loved her hands exploring his body. For tonight, at least, she would let her worries go.
Chapter Ten
The next few weeks passed in a sensual haze. When they weren’t having sex, Ryan was obviously thinking about it, for he never stayed at his office more than a few hours at a time before returning to their private suite. Some days he would go back to work following an afternoon tryst and other days he kept to their home in the White House. Today, their anniversary, was supposed to be one of the latter days.
“I’m sorry,” Ryan said, breaking their kiss. “There’s an important vote coming up in the senate and I need to try and sway a few more minds.”
“It’s okay,” Gaia assured him. She smiled, her dimples showing. “I could go for a nap anyway.”
He playfully swatted her on the butt then bent down to quickly nip and kiss it. “We’ll have a nice dinner tonight.”
“Just the two of us?”
“Of course. It’s our anniversary.”
“Good. I’m not in a very entertaining mood. I swear I don’t know how you deal with being in the company of the vast majority of those people on a day-to-day basis.”
“That’s my job.”
Ten minutes later, Ryan was showered, dressed, and back to work. Gaia decided to take a quick shower herself before putting on a robe and padding into the living room. Making herself a cup of coffee, she grabbed the remote, turned the TV on, and wondered what idiotic show would soon spring to three-dimensional life from the consul.
“Oh good,” she said sarcastically, putting cream in her coffee. She reached for the sugar cubes. “Another snoozer edition of60 Minutes with Jesus.” She rolled her eyes as she stirred the cream and sugar into her coffee. “What ridiculousness will be on today?” She sighed as she walked to the sofa and sat down.
