Loving February: The President's Daughters, Book Two by M.K. Moore & ChaShiree M

Author:M.K. Moore & ChaShiree M. [Moore, M.K. & M., ChaShiree]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Breeding Nation Publishing
Published: 2024-02-28T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER

SEVEN

FEBRUARY

TWO WEEKS LATER

Washington, DC, is amazing. I went on a class trip in seventh grade, but it’s nothing compared to seeing it with Connall. For one, I can drink now, so bars are totally cool. He took me to an especially old bar, The Founders, where many presidents drank and talked shop. It was a history buff’s dream. I’ve also never walked so much in my life. We went to all the monuments and took pictures. The memories we make here will last me a lifetime.

I love hanging out with Connall. It’s more than just the sex, which, of course, is out of this world. He’s funny and caring. I already knew that, but it’s more than that, really. He makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world. Just earlier, a ridiculously hot waitress threw herself at him, and he didn’t even notice.

“You ready, baby?” he asks as I put my earrings in. He told me we were going somewhere special for dinner tonight. I would have been fine with room service, but he wouldn’t hear of it. Earlier today, while he was on a conference call, I went out and got my nails done. I haven’t done that in so long.

“Yes.” I take his outstretched hand, and we walk out of the hotel. The heels I have on better not kill my feet,

“Welcome to Congress Bar and Grill. I’m your server, Jamila. What can I start you for drinks or apps?”

“We’ll take the 2012 Lafite Bordeaux and the bruschetta,” Connall says. I only know what one of those things is, but he hasn’t steered me wrong yet.

“Coming right up. The chef’s special tonight is veal parmesan.”

“Thank you,” I say.

Over the meal we discuss work and what we’re going to do after this.

We continue with more drinks at a club, where Connall stays by my side the entire night. We dance until the wee hours of the morning. His body grinds against mine, song after song. My pussy is so wet, and it throbs for him. On the dark dancefloor, his fingers snake up my skirt, and he finger fucks me right there in front of all those people. They couldn’t see anything, but it was still a thrill. I could feel his cock digging into my ass and wanted nothing more than to take it any way he would give it to me. I would do anything for this man,

After dancing, we walk back to our hotel. As soon as we are inside, I drop to my knees in front of him and pull his cock out. I suck him down my throat, using my fist to stroke what doesn’t fit. His hands are in my hair as he roughly guides me.

“Fuck, babe. You’re such a good girl. Suck my cock, just like that,” he praises. My pussy is dripping, so I use my free hand to rub my clit. “Are you playing with your pretty little pussy?”

“Yes,” I moan with a mouthful of his big hard cock.

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