Page 28 of The Prez’s Daughter

“Are you missing your folks?” he asked.

“No. Thanksgiving was always a ... trying affair. Even at the club. Mom and Dad were always, well, you know.” She didn’t want to think of her parents. They fought a lot, and she was there the whole time.

Savage reached out and pushed some of the hair off her face. The tips of his fingers brushed across her neck, and she felt that pulse throughout her body. She loved when he touched her. He cupped her cheek, and his thumb danced across her bottom lip. She couldn’t help but open her mouth, and she touched his thumb with her tongue, sliding it across.

“You’re playing with fire,” he said.

She didn’t get a chance to respond as suddenly his lips were on hers, and she moved in closer, kissing him.

The hand on her cheek moved down, and suddenly he touched her hip and pulled her in a little closer. She let out a gasp, as they were more naked than they had ever been. They had shared a bed before. The night of their first date ended with them making out on his bed, but they stayed fully clothed, and she fell asleep in his arms.

This was different.

He cupped her hip, and then she felt his hand move on her thigh. She wanted him to keep touching her. His fingers stroked up her thigh, and as she gasped, he kissed her, and she whimpered when his hand finally touched her pussy.

“Tell me to stop,” he said.

“No.” She wanted him to touch her, and she had been driven crazy by how much she wanted him to put his hands on her.

“Charlotte!” He said her name as if it was a warning, and she pressed her hand over his, so he knew exactly what she wanted.

“I don’t want you to stop touching me. I want this, Savage. I want you.” This was not forced. She didn’t care about the twelve-year age gap between them. She wanted Savage. This was very real to her.

Seconds passed, she didn’t know how long she waited, as she stared at him. Then, Savage kissed her, and at the same time, his fingers moved past the fabric of her panties and she cried out as he stroked her clit. She was so wet, and she felt her body coming apart to the pleasure of his hand. He moved so she was flat on her back, and his hand left her pussy, and she whimpered, not wanting him to stop.

“Trust me,” he said.

Charlotte did. All he had ever done was earn her trust.

He kissed her lips, then the corner of her mouth, and he started to move down, trailing kisses toward her neck. He didn’t stop there, and he slid the strap of the negligee down one shoulder. She felt goose bumps erupt all over her flesh.

She closed her eyes and felt on fire, and she cried out as he suddenly took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it through the fabric of the negligee. He was hard and rough, and she loved it. She felt an answering pull between her thighs, and she cried out his name.

He moved to her other nipple, only this time, he had pulled the negligee out of the way, and she whimpered as his warm mouth enveloped her entire breast. At the same time, he pulled the negligee up her body, so that it moved around her waist. She arched up, and he moved between the valley of her breasts, but then he suddenly changed positions, spreading her legs wide.

There were so many questions she wanted to ask, but she listened to her body and felt every single thing he was doing to her. He pulled the panties she was wearing down her thighs, and she couldn’t help but gasp as she saw them get tossed to the side.

This was it.

Only, he didn’t move up her body, and she felt the fan of breath against her pussy. Then, the tips of his fingers as he started to explore across the lips of her sex. She’d never had the guts to remove all her pubic hair, so she had a small thatch of hair covering the lips of her pussy.

She bit down onto her lip, trying to gain control of her senses, but then she felt as he spread the lips of her sex, and his tongue as it danced across her clit. Charlotte had never felt anything like it. The sensation was out of this world.

Savage didn’t jerk back as he stroked his tongue across her clit, but slowly teased her, circling her bud. She had no choice but to grab hold of the blanket beneath her in an effort to keep her sanity. His tongue teased her to the next level of pleasure.

She couldn’t make sense of it. And yet, at the same time, she couldn’t help but want it and feel hungry for it. Every part of her felt complete and total pleasure.

As his tongue continued to create an onslaught of pleasure on her pussy, his hands moved up her body, and she arched up as they touched her tits, stroking the tips of her nipples. She was so sensitive, and each little touch sent her closer toward that edge. She danced on it.

Her body seemed to go into hyperdrive, higher and higher, until suddenly, she came with a gasp, being very much aware of where they were and knowing she had to keep her voice down. She didn’t want everyone to know what they were doing.

Savage kept her at that peak, shaking across the edge, until she couldn’t take any more. The pleasure was so intense, then finally he brought her down, and as he moved over her, Charlotte thought this was it.

Only, he kissed the tip of her nose.

“I’m not having sex with you tonight, babe. Not in someone else’s bed. When I take your virginity, it’s going to be in my own bed, where we don’t have to worry about being interrupted.”

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