POTUS Daddy {Slow Updates}

POTUS Daddy {Slow Updates}

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"So Mr. President," Lazailya purred from the bed. She leaned against the headboard. Her legs rubbing against each other, seductively. "Did you get my message?" Adrian chuckled before loosening his tie. "I did Little Miss, but why don't you remind me of what it said." "Well," she began, licking her lips provocatively, "I sent a message to the President that read, 'I need my Daddy. Now'." Adrian wrapped a hand around Lazailya's ankle and gently pulled her to the edge of the bed, moving her legs on either side of him. "And exactly what do you need your Daddy to do?" Adrian asked while running his hands up and down the side of her legs causing nothing but illicit thoughts to run through both their heads. She leaned up and took hold of the loosened tie before pulling him down on top of her. "Well, you are the President of the United States, I'll let you issue an executive action on that matter." He smiled, "Oh, you'll 'let me' huh?" "Unhuh." She giggled staring at his lips all the while pulling him down, slowly. He shook his head, "Oh, little girl." He whispered before his lips touched hers gently. _________________________ President Adrian Delacroix, dark, methodical, sexy, and powerful. The youngest President of the United States, at the age of 35, and one of the few who was elected to office single. Lazailya Fyre, sweet, loving, gentle, and kind. She just happens to be the perfect nanny for POTUS's nephew. Will Adrian give into his suppressed desires and make Lazailya his First 'Little' Lady or will she realize that being the President's Little is more dangerous than you can even imagine? This is a novel, not a short story.
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"You're really pissing me off, Iggy, so I'm gonna give you two options. Either walk away or keep fucking provoking me and watch what happens," Ignatius' bottom lip caught between his teeth, Enlil's hot breath tickling his ear as the sylph leant in awfully close. One option was far more appealing than the other, though the other was far more practical. "Why would I walk away now, daddy?" Ignatius felt Enlil's arousal pressing against his clothed ass, making his own hardening cock twitch with anticipation. Was he really going through with it? He doubted it would just be a blowjob that time, he could still back out, Enlil wouldn't be mad. "I'd watch what you say next, princess, don't go giving me the wrong idea," Enlil spoke in a much softer voice, resting his hand on the wall to the left of Ignatius' head, his lips so close to the phoenix's ear they just grazed against the skin. Ignatius hesitated, guilty thoughts rushing into his mind, each one dissolving as Ignatius focused on how well his back fit into Enlil's chest. "Please," Ignatius whispered, sliding his hand up the wall to cover Enlil's, "please, daddy," Ignatius suddenly felt very vulnerable, fearful that Enlil would reject his advances. "Please what, princess? Tell daddy what you want," Enlil pressed his lips to the crook of Ignatius' neck, running his tongue over the curvature of his skin, coaxing a hushed moan from the phoenix. God, who had been kidding? How could he have ever resisted Enlil when he spoke to him like that? "You," Ignatius breathed, bringing Enlil's hand down to rest upon his throat, "I want you, daddy, all of you," Ignatius' breath caught in his throat as Enlil applied a hell of a lot more pressure than he had done before, no longer increasing it at a gradual pace. "It's about goddamn time, princess..." {Book Three of the Inamorate Series}

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