Page 110 of Power
Chapter twenty-two
Bennett
“Wantmetobeg?” Reece whispers.
“I want you to beg for my cock in your mouth.” She leans in close, pushing her body against mine. I slide my hand between her legs feeling how wet she is. “You’re such a greedy girl.” Her panties are soaking wet from her hungry pussy. I slip my fingers under her panties and am rewarded when she grinds her hips against my hand. “You need to beg.”
She licks my earlobe, then sucks it into her mouth. “May I suck your cock, Mr. President?”
My cock hardens as I finger fuck Reece’s warm pussy. “I want you to cry out with my cock jammed down your throat.”
Reece moans as her hips speed to a faster tempo. “I want to choke on your cock. Make me cry.” She pulls back, drops to her knees and unzips my suit pants. Taking my cock out, she kisses the head before wrapping her mouth around my hard dick. She reaches for my hand and places it on her head. I push my fingers along her scalp and fist her hair, pulling her toward me. “Mmmm,” she moans as her eyes roll closed and she sucks me with a ferocious need.
“There’s my girl.” I reach down and stroke her cheek while simultaneously using her mouth for my pleasure. My hips take over, pumping harder and harder into her mouth. Reece is choking and gagging, saliva dripping out of her mouth. My heart rate increases, my pulse quickens, and my balls draw up and tense.
“More,” she shamelessly begs around my cock.
Opening my eyes, I’m covered in sweat. “What the fuck?” Sitting up in bed, I scrub my hand over my face and feel the effects of my hard-on. “Jesus,” I grumble as I turn on the night-light and search for Reece, hoping that dream was real. Not because I want to fuck her face—which I do—but because I want her here with me. My heart is thumping against my chest as moments of my dream flash before me. Lying back, I close my eyes, push the covers back and snake my hand down to my dick. I grip my erect cock, desperate for release. Although a poor substitution to Reece’s mouth, I grip and pull at my cock. She looks up at me and smirks as I keep driving my cock into her mouth. Reece is perfect on her knees. My body trembles as I groan my release, white ribbons of cum spurt onto my stomach. “Jesus,” I mumble.
Saddened by the fact that Reece isn’t with me, I blankly stare at the mess I’ve made. I hope Brice finds her soon, because I miss her so damn much.
The moment the elevator door opens, I’m accosted by Liam. “Morning, Mr. President,” he says as we walk together toward the Oval Office.
“Morning, Liam. Why are you waiting for me?”
“There’s an interview.”
“With?”
“Reece’s mother.”
I stop walking and turn to look at Liam. “Press?” I ask, hoping he’s not going to name one of the press corp.
“Small time TV tabloid.”
I turn away from Liam and take a few slow steps to the garden adjacent to my office. I stare down at my feet before looking up toward the sky. “How bad was it?” I’m already dreading the answer.
“Actually, I think the interviewer did Reece a favor. The mother came off looking like she’s trash, and has come out from under a rock for her fifteen minutes of fame.”
Lowering my head, I do a double take at something that catches my attention. Only a few feet from me, a blue feather is poking out from under the hedge. “What the...” I bend and pick it up. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I turn to Liam and hold the feather up. “A blue feather.”
“Uh, yes, it’s a feather,” Liam confirms in a baffled tone as he stares at me with wide eyes.
“Don’t you...” I rapidly change my mind, choosing not to tell him about the conversation I had at Kathryn’s grave yesterday. I shake my head, dislodging the thought as I tuck the feather into my suit coat’s breast pocket before returning to the office.
“I think it might be a good idea to address the nation. Reece’s mother seemed unhinged, and affected by some substance, and this might be a good lead-in to you giving a press conference.”
“Until I speak with Reece, I won’t be making a statement.” I open my briefcase and remove my laptop.
“Mr. President, you need to address this soon. The interview with her mother...”
I slam my briefcase shut and stare up at Liam. “That woman is vulgar, and whatever she said would’ve been horrible lies.”
“You can win the public with a strong statement,” Liam pressures.
“I’m not giving a damn statement until I speak with Reece,” I repeat.
“Mr. President—”
