"You there, sugartits?" he said, now sitting on the right side of your bed trying to get your attention. His back just barely pressed against the side of your knees.
Did he just call you sugartits?
You were in such deep thought you hadn't even noticed how close he had gotten to you. You could practically touch him. If it wasn't for your blanket being draped just above your waistline you would be.
"Umm... yeah- I mean, yes... Don- Mr. President," you spoke, basically stumbling over all your words like a retard.
"Call me Donald," he told you.
"Sooo umm Mr. Trum- I mean, Donald... uh-..." he cut you off abruptly, his lips crashing into yours.
At first tense, you now began to ease up. You started to kiss him back. It was more deep and passionate. He slowly eased you down to your mattress.
Now, most people would have warded an individual off acting in this manner, especially Donald Trump. No, not you. Donald was your top crush. Although sugar daddy material, you would have dated him rich or not. Let's face it, he was hot. You had been head over heels with him since the 2016 election. After all, you weren't even fully awake. If Donald kisses you, you were definitely going to kiss him back.
Soon, your hands began to have a mind of their own. You tenderly cupped his face, it had a prickly 5 o'clock shadow feel. You could tell he must have had a long day in Washington. After a while, you decided to rest them in his hair. You were a bit scared at first to do so. It wasn't exactly every day that you touched the President's hair, then again, you were practically making out with the commander in chief. What did you have to lose?
You decided to delicately in web them into the bottom half of his hair. It was soft and my god, he smelled wonderful. His entire aroma filled your room.
By this time, he had moved his way off your lips onto to your neck.
You couldn't hold back anymore, you started to softly moan. He must have taken the hint of your liking and continued.
Apparently just as you were having so much fun with your hands, he decided to put his hands to work.
His left hand rested on the right side of you firmly. He slowly, seductively pulled your blanket off of you while gliding his right hand down your left leg.
He then began to slide your left leg up with his hand, filling every inch of skin again. After all, you only slept in your underwear and had on a plain Black t-shirt. His hand crept further toward your stomach- then your breast. Upon cupping it, you moaned deeply.
Removing your left hand from his hair, you placed it onto his hand that cupped your breast. God, his hand were huge. They were rough- but they held this tenderness to them. You couldn't describe it.
"Donald," you said, practically moaning it through deep breaths.
Finally, you gained his attention as he paused and listened attentively.
"Take me..." you were just barely able to get the words out.
Just then, you awoke.
The bright sun rested upon your bed. You laid there sweaty, aroused, and wishing you hadn't awoken. You were barely able to even get through your textbook without thinking of that dream. Eventually, you finished your last study notes.
You spent the rest of the evening finding what Trump cologne to buy. You could faintly still smell him from your wet dream. Ah, he was incredible. You didn't want to go long without smelling his scent again. Perhaps buying some tickets to a Trump rally wasn't a bad idea either?
