The Presidents Daughter || NATASHA X FEM READER

Iron Birds

"I didn't sleep with her, Y/N," Natasha insisted as soon as I walked into the office.

"It's not like we're in a relationship Senator, it doesn't matter whether you did or didn't," I laugh, feeling the same numbness from the night before.

I put my things down on the leather couch where we once laid and I turned to face her. Her eyes scan my hands in search of a ring.

"I said no," I bring them up to show her.

"I couldn't sleep with her, my thoughts of you didn't let me. She wasn't you," She pleaded for me to believe her.

"Of course she wasn't, not everyone is a multibillion-dollar heiress," I opened my laptop and started answering emails.

"I thought you were going to choose him, I told you to choose him," She screamed as she stood in front of me.

I slowly lift my head up at her then begin to stand, our faces within centimeters of each other. I reach toward her desk for something and purposely brush her hip when I pull back. I lift the pen I grabbed to her face and step back to sit again without saying a word.

As I was about to write something down she grabs the pen and throws it across the room.

"Woah someone's angry," I tease.

She grabs both sides of my shirt collar and lifts me up out of the chair.

"You are so fucking annoying," she whispers angrily. I grab her waist and pull her towards me. 

"Careful Senator, this is a real silk Blouse." I smile smugly.

She walks me back and throws me on the ground. 

"You could've just told me you liked it rough." I tease, pushing myself up to my elbows. 

She straddled me and put her hand on my neck, "Shut up or I'll make you," She threatened with a light squeeze. I sit up a little more to get closer to her face. 

"Make me," I dare her.

She pushes my shoulders back until I was flat on the floor. She stands up and kicks off her black heels before reaching both hands under her skirt to slowly remove tan-colored laced underwear. Her fingers toy with it, twirling it around before throwing it on my chest. 

Her hands tug on my champaign-colored to uncover my stomach. Slowly she lowers her body to straddle me again. My body jolts as I feel her wetness drag over my stomach.

 She rises into a kneel over my breast, revealing her womanhood to me. I snake my hands around her thighs and grab onto the back of her skirt. My mouth waters, hungry for the taste of her.

"How is this supposed to get me to shut up? I think this is going to make me a lot more talka-" My words become muffled under her.

"Shut up and make me cum," she groans, her hands grab a fistful of my hair as she slides up and down my tongue. 

I ignored the pain of her hard thrust against my face, the pleasure of hearing her moans overpowered it. It was better than any music or poetry I'd ever heard. 

I slip my tongue in her entrance, making her body shake as she releases. She moved her body back to sit on my stomach, her breath is heavy as she lowers to kiss me.

"I think annoying you might become a habit," I whisper onto her lips are. I turn us over so I would be on top. I drag my thumb around my mouth and suck all of her juice off of it. "You taste so fucking good."

The sight of her breathing hard on the floor made my body tingle, I loved that I could do this to her. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot her tan-colored underwear and pick it up. Once she's up, I lift it up to her, she reaches for it and I pull back, I took extra joy in this.