Chapter 7

7

E lijah grabbed my bottle of watermelon-scented lube and looked at it thoughtfully. “My brothers don’t get you off enough?” he asked, looking at me.

I shrugged. “Not all of them are looking to get a woman off, Elijah,” I reminded him.

He shook his head. “Always feels better when a woman comes around my cock. Don’t understand men who don’t seek that.” He strode towards me. “Bend over the bed,” he ordered. “You’ll want to be comfortable for this.”

I drew in a deep breath and did as he ordered. Elijah hadn’t been kidding when he said my virgin asshole was going to change today. This man fully intended to take my ass as his own.

Before he could even get the bottle of lube open, a knock sounded on my door. The person on the other side jiggled the door handle, but thankfully, Elijah had been smart enough to lock the door.

“Olivia?” Whitney called out from the hall.

“Fuck,” Elijah whispered. He pulled me up from the bed and snatched my robe from my floor where I’d dropped it this morning after my shower. He wrapped it around me. “Fucking get rid of her.”

He pressed a hot kiss to my lips before disappearing into my bathroom, hiding behind the shower curtain.

My lips were still tingling from his kiss.

Drawing in a deep breath, I quickly fixed my hair and then walked to the door, opening it as I tightened the sash around my waist. “Yes?” I asked her, leaning on my door frame, my voice very calm for someone who was just fucking her husband.

“Have you seen Elijah by any chance?” she asked me.

I shook my head. “Nope. Haven’t seen any of the guys, actually,” I told her, which wasn’t entirely a lie.

She sighed, a sad frown pulling at her lips. “Okay. Thanks anyway.”

She walked off back down the hall. I waited until I could hear her downstairs before I shut my door and locked it again. Elijah stepped out of my bathroom and without missing a beat, he grabbed me in his arms, kissing me again as he backed me up towards the bed, his hand pulling at the sash around my waist.

No words were needed between us. He turned me around and pulled my robe off, tossing it to the floor before he pressed his hand to my upper back, bending me over the bed. With one hand, he rubbed lube on my ass, slowly working his fingers in as his other hand played with my clit, his fingers occasionally dipping into my soaked cunt.

I whimpered, needing more. Somehow knowing what I wanted, Elijah began to press the head of his cock into my ass. I tensed. He ran his hand over my back. “Easy, doll. Breathe and relax.”

“You’re too big,” I hissed, my body becoming tenser as he tried pushing in a little more.

“No,” he crooned. “Just relax. Trust me, doll.”

I drew in a deep breath, but before I could try to relax, he began to furiously rub my clit. I cried out, my body relaxing into the mattress. He sank fully into my ass. Giving me a moment to adjust to his large size, he ran his hands over my body, pressing kisses to my back.

“Good girl. You’re doing so fucking good, doll.”

My body loved his praise, and honestly, so did my mind. I moaned, my hands clenching the sheets. I felt so full . I’d never been this goddamn full in my life .

And the way he was praising me? The way he was kind of taking care of me? It was settling deep in my heart.

I was playing a dangerous game with the president.

His hand moved back to my clit as he began to slowly move in and out of my ass. I whimpered, clawing at the comforter on my bed. “God, your ass is so tight ,” he rumbled. “I fucking love your body, doll.”

“Fuck me harder,” I pleaded, trying to push his sweet words out of my mind.

He did as I wished. He plowed into my ass like a man starved. I drenched his fingers as soon as he dipped them inside my pussy, and it seemed to spur him on even more. His hips smacked against my ass with each thrust. He basically had me pinned to the bed, so I was helpless to do anything but lay there and take everything he was giving me.

“I’m going to—” I panted.

“Now, Olivia,” he snarled.

I came hard around his fingers, squirting again. He found his release in my ass a moment later. We lay together, both of us trying to catch our breaths. His heart hammered against my back.

“I’m going to ease out,” he told me, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Then, I’m going to help you clean up.”

I nodded weakly. He slowly eased out of my ass, and then, he swept me up into his arms, carrying me to my bathroom.