Page 39 of The Prez’s Daughter

“I know he’s a happily married man with a couple of kids, but if there is anyone you want to talk to, it will probably be my mother. She tends to know everyone’s business, even when they don’t want her to know.” She looked toward Savage, wishing she could have been more help.

“I better go and get cleaned up,” she said, pulling away from him and making her way into the bathroom.

She went to use the bathroom, but let out a gasp as Savage suddenly grabbed her around the waist.

“What are you doing?” she asked, laughing as he carried her into the shower stall.

“Cleaning up. We can both save the environment and do it together.”

This made her laugh, however, the moment the water turned on, Savage pushed her out of the way of the spray. She watched him as he had her pressed up against the shower. His impressive body kept her covered from the coldness of the spray.

Savage reached up and cupped her chin, and she tilted her head back to look up at him. She promised herself she was just going to get washed, then she’d go and fix them something to eat. However, it was like he read her mind and didn’t want her to go and be the good girl. The way he gripped her chin and pulled her in close, she felt his breath against her face. She didn’t fight him, not that there was any point. All she could do was feel.

He leaned in close, and then his lips pecked hers. That was all it was, at first. A tiny small kiss, and Charlotte leaned in a little closer so their bodies were flush against each other.

“You drive me crazy, you know that, don’t you? I only intended to bring you into this shower to clean you up.”

“And now?” she asked.

He moved them both into the corner of the stall, and his hands moved down, going toward her thigh, which he lifted up and right over his hip. He did the same with the next one and used the wall and his body for leverage, which made her gasp. She arched up against him. Within seconds, she felt the tip of his rock-hard cock at her entrance, and he started to press forward, sliding inside her.

She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and attempted to get as close to him as was physically possible. His mouth took possession of hers, and the kiss made her lose sense of everything. All that mattered was the two of them together, rocking against each other. She cried out, and he swallowed the sound down.

It was so strong, the pleasure, she couldn’t seem to control it. Nor did she want to, as his thrusts increased, and she rode on his cock, not wanting him to stop.

She’d never been so out of control in her life, but with Savage it was all about the feelings he inspired and she gave herself up to him, to this, to everything. She didn’t want it to stop, and she felt him reach between them, stroking a finger between her slit, gliding back and forth, building her orgasm, and she couldn’t control it.

The moment she came, she did so screaming his name, not wanting it to stop, but to keep going. Savage stopped kissing her but trailed his lips right down to her neck, where he sucked, biting down, and the pleasure only enhanced her orgasm, making her writhe against him for more, desperate, and then she felt the bruising grip of his hold as he slid to the hilt, then came hard.

She felt every wave of his cum as he flooded her pussy, and she was on such a high, she didn’t even care that he might have left a mark on her neck.

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Savage often avoided being alone with Nancy. She wasn’t always the easiest woman to get along with, and there had been a few times she’d been drunk and had propositioned him. He never wanted to do that to his Prez and always politely refused. He stood at her door, waiting, which seemed like a good five minutes before she finally answered. He had wondered if she had decided to leave town for good.

However, there she stood, dressed in a pair of jeans, a flannel shirt, with a set of rubber cleaning gloves on her hands.

“I was not expecting you. Does Doc have a message for me?” she asked.

“No, Doc hasn’t sent me, and I’ve come to talk to you. It’s about someone in town. Charlotte mentioned if there was any gossip, you might know.”

“Ah, so we want to talk about my daughter. Okay, I was waiting for this, do come in,” Nancy said.

Savage frowned, but he entered the house, closing the door behind him but making sure not to lock it in case he needed a sound escape. He had too many bad experiences in the past with this woman, and he wasn’t willing to risk another one.

She had always struggled with the answer “no,” and he doubted she had much improved. However, he didn’t round the corner and see her completely naked, with that look in her eye, that said she wanted a little something extra. Instead, she was standing in the kitchen, not even so much as a smile upon her lips, as she put the kettle on the stove.

“So, how do you feel this is going?” Nancy asked.

“Going?” Savage asked.

“Well, I take it you and Charlotte are done with all your sneaking around, and you’re going to come clean to Doc and to the club.”

This was not what he was expecting. Nancy looked at him, with a hand on her hip, almost exasperated that she was having to talk about this.

“What are you talking about?”

She sighed. “Seriously, you want to play the dumb game, because we can if you want. I invented the dumb game when it comes to sex and keeping secret affairs, so you’re talking to the master.”