Blonde Billionaire (Road to the Oval Office #1) Read Free Page A

hand to shake his. His hand completely enveloped mine with its strength and heat, not treating me like a delicate piece of China while still appreciating the massive size difference between us. Touching him was satisfying, but it didn’t quite feel like enough. Looking into his eyes, I felt the same energy from him. Then, it happened.
     
    Still gripping my hand, he drew me closer to his body and brought his free hand around my shoulder. Feeling that strong, firm hand of a manly demi god was all it took; my instincts took over and I got onto my toes to kiss his lips. He accommodated by meeting me halfway, our lips locking so naturally and smoothly that it felt that we’d been lovers for ages. He released my hand and put his hand on my hip, pulling me fully into him as we continued to press our tongues against one another. I always had a weakness for men grabbing me around my waist. Such a simplistic thing, but it always make me feel so wanted. Not only was this day no exception, it was the most desired I had ever felt. His hands, in their strength, made me feel so perfectly feminine, so much like the desirable but independent woman that I’d always hoped to be.
     
    “Mmm,” he gently moaned. “You are absolutely delicious. A stunning woman indeed.” We continued to kiss, leaning against his desk, his groin gently and firmly poking into my private area. It was such a fabulous sensation that it started to make me feel drunk. I found myself grinding against him while his tongue passionately explored my mouth. We didn’t need words; our bodies were in complete sympatico. He knew what my body needed and I knew what he wanted. Almost simultaneously and without breaking our embrace, we both used our free hands to clear everything off of his desk as I kicked off my heels. Once cleared, he showed off his power by grabbing me around my waist and sitting me on the desk. He managed to take my pants off so quickly and smoothly that I almost wondered if they were ever zipped up properly in the first place! He ripped off my panties and quickly mounted me, tossing my moistened undergarment over his shoulder as he grinned at me from his now elevated, dominant perch. I slid my blouse off as smoothly as I could and watched his shoulder muscles bulge through his shirt as he removed his bespoke suit jacket. The man looked absolutely gorgeous above me. Wolff loosened his bold red tie but removed his shirt completely, leaning over me and making that matador’s cape tickle my exposed bosom and midriff, teasing me ever so gently. His mouth locked onto mine again, quenching my growing lust for his smooth, forceful tongue. He propped himself onto his forearm while using his hand to stimulate my clit, as if it needed any help at that point. It was almost as though he were rewarding himself for a job thoroughly done. Not to be outdone, I reached down to stimulate his shaft. It had already grown down the length of his right thigh; I couldn’t even reach all the way down to feel the tip of it.
     
    Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of teasing, he pulled down his pants and underwear, fully exposing his beautiful, chiseled body to me. I took a moment to soak in and appreciate it’s splendor. Zeus himself standing before me, his massive dick standing at full mast, one of the largest and thickest I’d ever seen, slightly curving to its left. He produced a condom seemingly from thin air and sheathed his shaft before gently rubbing it up and down against my opening. He definitely enjoyed the tease. Originally, I didn’t want to give him to satisfaction of knowing how effective he was, but my body betrayed me. My loins began to tremble from the pent-up energy, the shaking growing stronger with each upward stroke. How long had it been since my sexual energy had felt so engaged, so awakened. Maybe never.
     
    “Do you want me to put it inside you?” he rhetorically inquired, a sly smile on his face.
     
    “Please give it to me,” I