Biden x Trump Love Story of the decade

Flower of Love

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed chapter one!! A lot of people have been asking for a sex scene and whether Trump was a bottom or Top and I wanted to tell y'all that Trump was in fact a bottom and you all have to wait for the sex scene 😏. Enjoy Chapter 2!
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*Biden POV*

Every night I settled down in bed and turned on the news to listen to what was happening and tonight was no different. I was told that Donald would be on Fox News today so I scrolled to channel 205 and listened to Tucker Carlson turn introduce him.

"Tonight we have an esteemed guest here on fox, give it up for President Trump!"

"Good evening how are you."

"I'm good thank you. Mr President, what do you have to say about recent poll spikes for Vice President Biden?"

"You see, these are all FAKE NEWS the radical left is controlled by sleepy Joe and they all hate me. Joe and his large… muscular… hands ~uh~ I mean his campaign are all fake and have dementia."

I smiled. Watching Donald get all flustered like that made me feel powerful, like I had complete control over what he did with his body…

Suddenly I felt very strange and decided to stop watching. I turned the TV off and called up my senior advisor.

"Hey Symone, how is that negative ad coming?"

"Just great Mr Vice President!"

"Good… good… I just wanted to make sure you added that part where I fake fun of Donald's puny little-"

"Yes yes, I added it don't worry"

"Thank you, have a good night!"

Hanging up the phone I wondered what would happen if I texted him? No, I shouldn't after all we were rivals and couldn't be seen talking to each other. 

Finally the anticipation was too much and I grabbed my phone and went on to twitter.

Suddenly I got a notification that someone had just mentioned me in a tweet. Curious, I decided to take a look and saw that it was Donald himself.

'The worst thing about sleepy Joe is the fact that he only ever talks on script. The crazy left would never let him talk because he would just mess up his words'

Upon seeing this I threw my phone across the room in a furious rage. How DARE he use my stutter as an excuse to tease me.

After fuming for about 10 minutes I realized, it was all fake. I knew that he would use my stutter to draw me out and get me mad. Well played Donald, well played.

Well I wouldn't fall for it. I knew exactly what I was going to do to get my revenge.

"Jill I'm heading out!* I screamed as I grabbed my coat and the car keys

"It's 12:00" she yelled back from the other bedroom, where she slept

"I will be back soon don't worry" I told her as I walked out the door

As I got in my car and started driving over I began to think of what I would say once I got there, but my mind was blank. I just repeating the same thing over and over again in my mind 'He wants it just as much as I do'

Pulling into the driveway I parked my car and walked in. Making my way to the west wing I stopped by the secret service on the way and told them not to bother the President for the next few hours.

There I was standing in front of the huge doors leading to the master bedroom. I told the man outside that we were good friends, and walked into the room locking the door behind me.

Lying there, all alone, sprawled out on top of the shiny gold blanket was the object of my desire. 

His fake orange skin was warm to the touch as my hand made its way down his sleeping face. I climbed on top of him pinning him down into his bed as I stared deep into his peaceful face and then out of nowhere he woke up.

"J-J-Joe???" He asked, surprised, realizing that he was unable to move. What are you doing?"

"I came here just like you asked me to" I replied starting to feel my way down his thick chunky breasts. 

"But I didnt-" he started to say but I didn't let him get the chance

I leaned forward putting my face on his soft gentle mouth and made out with his hot cheeto lips. He tasted like pumpkin pie.

Licking his soft neck with my tongue I made my way up to his ear and whispered

"Why hello… Mr President"...