Presidential Love

Presidential Love

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A small gasp leaves my lips as Obama pulls me close to him. "M-Mr. President.." I whimper quietly. "Call me Barack." He whispers huskily, then pulls me into a deep kiss.
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Your eyes are connected and you feel yourself being pulled in closer to him. "Your eyes are so... beautiful." You barely have time to make sense of his barely audible whisper before he snatches you to him, lifting you completely off the ground. Then he kisses you. It's the kind of kiss you have always wanted to give him, in the back of your mind. Yet you never let yourself linger on it for more than a second. A brutally raw kiss that you return, with as much passion as you possess. Zayn groans his surprise against your lips before slipping his tongue past your lips as your mouth opens. You give a moan and feel one of his hands scratch down your back and cup your bottom, joining his other hand. His hands hold you flat against him, as he makes sure you feel his erection press into you, as your tongue strokes his. Moving your hand up his abdomen, you scrunch it up once you reach the tee of his shirt and try to pull him even closer. Zayn finally releases you, slowly pulling his lips away from yours yet leaving your foreheads in contact. "Take me home, Grace." His voice sounding desperate and filled with need. Panting, your heart beating so fast, scaring you with the possibility of it tearing through your chest, you knew you wanted him. Pulling back to look him in the eye, you smile. Not one of your forced smile you sometimes placed on your face, but a real, genuine smile- warm and all his. "Not on your life." You feel yourself pull away from him, and place your legs onto the concrete floor. "Goodbye Zayn." Join Grace Alexander and One Direction as well as their girlfriends, when they decide to go on a long summer trip, will Grace be able to resist the sexual tension? Or will her resolve crumble, and her heart fall in the capable hands of the gorgeous mysterious male?

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