Chapter 25

25

W hen we emerged from the chapel, Tanner shot a knowing smirk in my direction. My hair was a fucking mess, and my legs and ass were sore. Walking was definitely a bit of a task, but I managed, not a hint of shame on my face.

Elijah turned me to face him once everyone turned to look at us. He covered my lips with his, kissing me slow and deep before he looked at everyone else. “She agreed to be my fucking old lady!” he cheered.

A party ensued from there.

Music pounded through the speakers. Tanner began to serve drinks. Elijah didn’t even bother grabbing a beer. He just dragged me to the makeshift dance floor. Our bodies moved together to the upbeat music, both of us becoming highly turned on by the way our bodies were moving together.

His mouth found mine as he gripped my ass in his hands, hauling me closer, both of us grinding together. Our tongues danced just as erotically as our bodies, intertwining in a hot as hell tangle.

“Take me,” I begged him, my hands sliding under his shirt.

“Doll, we’re not going to make it to my fucking room,” he warned me, his dark eyes meeting mine before he kissed me again.

“I don’t care.” I moaned when he palmed my breast, squeezing the tender flesh roughly. “Fuck me here. I don’t give two shits if everyone watches. I’m yours.” I smiled coyly at him, using his jealousy against him. “It’s not something everyone hasn’t seen before.”

That got him.

With a growl, he spun me around to face the nearest table. My shorts dropped within a few seconds, and then he sank deep into my cunt, his hand pulling at my hair as he fucked me like the savage he was known to be.

“Fuck yeah!” Tanner cheered. Then, I saw Dawson settle her on the bar and strip her from her jeans before fucking her as well.

I became lost in the sensations of Elijah pounding in and out of my sopping pussy, claiming me in one of the only ways he knew how.

And this man? He was definitely staking his claim. He was letting every man know in the fucking building that I was now untouchable by everyone except him.

“Elijah,” I moaned, getting so close. “I need—”

He circled my clit with his fingers. I screamed his name, clutching the sides of the table as we both found our releases, his cum shooting deep into my cunt, coating my walls with his seed.

He pressed his lips to the back of my neck, his breath fanning over my skin as he panted. “Mine,” he rumbled, not able to utter much else.

I nodded, my heart racing so hard and so fast that I could feel the beat of it within my teeth.

I completely belonged to the president, and I couldn’t have fucking been happier.