The President, My Lover Read Online Cassandra Dee, Kendall Blake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
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Love showed itself in those beautiful brown eyes then, destroying all my barriers.

“I did, Robert. I’m pregnant with your child.”

And to my shame, tears made my eyes hot then, only to spill over and slip down my bronzed cheeks.

“Sweetheart,” I gasped. “I don’t know what to say, except that I’m so happy.”

It sounded more like “Ahh so hapee” through my choked vocal cords, but Bridget understood. She took my hand once more and looked deeply into my eyes.

“Never ever leave me again, do you hear Robert Carter? I am having your baby, and no matter what happens, I need you. We need you, and we will find a way forwards.”

With that, I leaned forwards and kissed her, seizing that soft pout with my lips. My heart raced, the air disappearing from my lungs because I was crazy about this woman, and no one and nothing was going to stop us from being together. Sure, we met under bizarre circumstances ending with a helicopter landing on her company’s rooftop, but that was okay. She was safe with me now, and I would never leave her again. With our foreheads pressed lightly against each other, I looked once more into those caramel pools and spoke the most important words I’ve ever uttered.

“I love you Bridget Martin. And I will never leave you nor the baby again.”

And with that, our love was sealed. Because the beautiful brunette whom I met on-line is the one for me. Not only that, but she is the yin to my yang, the white to my black, and the missing piece that completes my soul. After all, I am the president … and the gorgeous female is my love.

EPILOGUE

Bridget

One year later …

“No,” I gasped. “We can’t!”

Robert merely grinned, flashing that magnetic smile.

“Who says we can’t?” he drawled. “I’m the President, and don’t worry sweetheart, I have tons of these pens.”

Because I was nude and spreadeagle on the massive desk in the Oval Office, my man poised above me. But instead of nudging my hole with that glorious cock, he was holding a pen instead. But it wasn’t just any pen. It was a one-of-a-kind lacquer ballpoint, with platinum plated fittings and the words “United States of America” emblazoned across the body. The writing instrument gleamed under the chandelier, shiny and glamorous, and yet thick and sturdy at once.

“No,” I gasped again. “Robert, it’s sacrilege!”

He winked at me, slowly dragging the pen through my folds and making me moan.

“It’s not sacrilege,” he reassured me in a rough growl. “Who cares if I use it to sign important documents like the latest international trade agreement? It’s okay. It’ll be even better now that it’s coated in your juices, like a little pick-me-up in the middle of the afternoon.”

And with that, the big man began inserting the writing implement into my pussy. I mewled hotly, writhing on the desk as the smooth shaft made its way deep into my soft folds.

“Unnnh,” was my gasping murmur. “Oh god, it feels good.”

“That’s right,” rumbled my husband, eyes alive as he pushed it in deeper. “Like I said, those afternoon meetings are really dull, and I need a pen like this to keep me on track. If I know it’s been dipped in your pussy, all the better. I’ll just take a whiff of it now and then during the boring parts of the meeting, and it’ll help me focus.”

I mewled again, hardly able to hear his words because this is what Robert does to me. He’s so hard, hot, and hungry all the time, and even more since I gave birth. The extra pounds I put on turn him on, and he never ceases to make me feel wanted and cherished.

Because it’s important to Robert that I know I’m number one. Ever since our helicopter escapade, he makes sure to spend time with me and the baby, even if he’s on the other side of the world. Sometimes it’s just through video chat, but he always sets aside ten minutes to dial in and coo at his son.

Blessedly, Teddy is the image of his dad with charcoal hair and bright blue eyes. Even crazier, he has Robert’s sense of humor and powerful laugh, which can be disconcerting coming from a baby.

But I’m happy because my child is happy. And now that Robert and I are married, the circle feels like it’s closed because I wasn’t sure how to navigate it at first what with meeting the president through an escort website. But Robert knew what he wanted and was utterly straightforward and relentless.

“Marry me,” he whispered roughly as I sat in the hospital bed. “Do it for the baby.”

But I wasn’t persuaded.

“I-I don’t know,” was my stammer. “It just seems so sudden.”

But the alpha male doesn’t take no for an answer. After all, he got to the top through charm, magnetism, and his incredible powers of persuasion. So before I knew it, I was married to the President of the United States and inducted as First Lady in a public ceremonies with cameras flashing and a crowd applauding. Can you believe it? Me, chubby Bridget Martin, is now married to the most powerful man on Earth, ensconced in the White House with a gorgeous husband and a beautiful baby boy.



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