Mr. President's Wild Obsession

A hot night

Griffin was uncomfortable. He couldn't watch Mercedes fall into this trap. His protective gears towards her kicked in as he stood from his chair and strode to stop her but he was held back by Penelope. "If you stop her, then it's over between us," she seethed. It was high time she set things straight.

Griffin was dumbfounded. Mercedes was his best friend and they always stood up for each other but Penelope was his girlfriend and he loved her so much. How could he lose her? Besides, it was going to be just a kiss right? Seeing that he had calmed himself and sat back in the chair, Penelope was ecstatic.

She palmed his face and kissed him deeply, tracing her hands over his shirt and into his pants. She knew how to take his mind off Mercedes. Her seductive touch was enough to silence the world around him even if it was just for a short while. His manhood came alive when she went on her knees. He knew what she was going to do and became self-conscious of his environment.

No one gave them attention, being engrossed on the dancefloor, or chatting over a drink but he still had his dignity. Just as she was about to give him a blow job, he pulled her by her brown hair, "not here. Let's go somewhere else," he muttered breathily.

"Yeah. Let's go to your house," Penelope jolted with excitement. Griffin froze slightly. It would be a gross disrespect to Mercedes if he took Penelope home because he was living under her kindness. She paid all the bills, clothed and fed him. Sometimes, she even gave him money to give to his estranged parents.

"No, let's go to yours," he opposed. Unfortunately, Penelope wasn't so understanding this time.

"You never allow me into your house. It's either your house or we call it quits." Griffin felt a pulsing pain in his heart.

"Why do you try to quit over every little thing?" He frowned. Penelope must have realized that Griffin loved her more than she loved him and always used it against him. Beyond reasonable doubt, she felt that s*x with him was the best she ever had and chose him in that aspect but she wasn't thrilled with his financial constraints.

"Are we going to your house or not?" Her attitude was nonchalant. Griffin apologized multiple times to Mercedes in his mind but couldn't wait for her to return, all because of the s****l fire. Both partners well deserved each other in that aspect with their seemingly high libidos. "My house, let's go," he agreed. They left arm in arm, with a satisfying smile decorating Penelope's features.

*****

Nathan Legend was drinking his favourite Armand de Brignac Midas when a silhouette strode towards him. Her black shiny short dress exposed her sexy curves and her plump lips were so inviting. He couldn't understand the direction in which his thoughts veered. He never felt sexually attracted to any woman in his life and he never slept with any woman in his right sense. In simple terms, he never felt attracted to neither the opposite nor same-s*x, therefore, he has known himself to be asexual.

Right now, he has had a couple of shots but he couldn't say that he was drunk. He was still in his right mind. Her long black hair cascaded behind her as she strode seductively towards him. He fixed his gaze on her, wondering what she wanted. What is a set-up like those times? He couldn't leverage a dynamic explanation.

She kept ambling close to him till she sat on his lap. His first reaction was to push her off because he was usually disgusted by women and never wanted them close. However, this woman gave him a different vibe. An inviting and pleasurable one at that. He opened his mouth to ask her what she wanted only for his mouth to be invaded by a martini flavoured moist tongue.

He presumed this was his first kiss and it felt good. So good, he didn't want it to end. Eyes widened in the club. Not only did a woman get close to Nathan Legend but also got to kiss him. The shock drowned the music in the club, gasps filling the air. The pair were in their world, immersed in their intense activity. Realization setting in, they pulled from the kiss to catch their breath but the woman's hands were already in his Lacoste, caressing his toned muscles. A sensation he has never felt before flooded him, his member hard and ready to thrust. This was unbelievable but it was a pleasure awoken which he wanted more of.

He turned to one of the bouncers. "Open the VIP room." Without waiting for a response, he carried her bridal style and followed the bouncer, restraining himself from the woman who kept pressing herself to him and trying to undress herself. She seemed to be under the influence of something savage.

He shut the door behind him as soon as he entered, and lowered her onto the king-size bed and took off his clothes. By the time he was done, she had discarded her clothes, her pink n*****s inviting him to suck while her plump lips begged to be kissed.

Like a wounded lion, he attacked her lips ferociously. Whatever was dropped in her drink, made her enjoy the wildness grinding her body. He caressed every inch of her body like it was a van of ice cream, sucked and licked her ferociously, encouraged by her moans.

When his manhood penetrated her, a scream broke out of her. He covered her lips with his, to muffle her screams, while he pulled out and plunged deeper. Somehow, she was pushing him off her because his size was too big, it was painful. Drowned in his ferocious ecstasy, he pinned her hands together and held them above her head, while he plunged deeper and harder as groaned, "isn't this what you wanted?"

Soon, her screams and fights turned to moans and want. She held his waist pressing him closer, his penetration deeper.

He groaned at the pleasure, thrusting faster. He stopped and shoved her around, a bit violently, while he took her from behind. She let out another scream at the pain that was muffled by the pillow. When her screams turned to moans, he thrust deeper and faster as pleasure shot through her body, her muscles tightening, her release washing her clean. He kept thrusting into the warmth of her juices, harder and faster till he came hard. Exhausted, he laid beside her.