After The Party

by M. K. Moore

  “Alejandro,” she moans, her hands fisting in my hair. She lets me take my fill of her. I need her to come before I fuck her. I don’t want to hurt my queen. Using two fingers, I slide them into her slowly, curling them until I find her g-spot. It doesn't take long before she’s coming on my face. Standing, I lead her over to the four-poster bed. She climbs into the center of it and spreads her legs for me. I lose my boxers and join her. Leaning down, I kiss her softly.

  “There’s no going back now,” I tell her.

  “Going back to what? This is all that I want,” she assures me, kissing me again.

  “You have no idea what you are in for.”

  “Tell me,” she demands.

  “I am going to love you, breed you, marry you. In that order.”

  “Okay,” she agrees readily.

  “No discussion?”

  “Nope. I’m ready for all that you will give me,”

  It’s fucking crazy how much I want this girl. How much I want her forever. No other woman has ever elicited this kind of response in me before. With my hands on her, everything is right with the world. I’ve been waiting for her and I didn’t even realize it. I kiss her again before moving my lips down her body. I focus on her nipples and lower still. I kiss her pussy again before straightening. I grip my cock and stroke it a few times while staring down at her wet pussy. I line myself up with her opening and slide into her tight heat.

  “Fuck,” I groan as her pussy tightens around me.

  “Alejandro, please don’t stop,” she says, pushing toward me. I break through her virginity and pause, relishing in the fact that I am the only one that will ever know her like this. That she is mine. All fucking mine. “Are you going to move? Or is this what’s supposed to happen?” she asks, confused.

  “Patience, baby. Patience,” I reply through gritted teeth. It’s taking everything in me not to come so quickly. Finally, I am under some semblance of control. I begin to fuck in and out of her, going harder and faster with each thrust.

  “Oh my God, I’m coming,” she screams, and I feel the evidence of that. Her little cunt muscles are squeezing my dick in a vice grip. I feel her cumming on me, and I can’t hold back any longer.

  “Good girl. Come on, my dick,” I demand as I fuck her harder. She keeps cumming, and I can’t hold back any longer. I feel my own orgasm rising in my balls, and I unleash it, filling her young, ripe womb full of my seed. With any luck, she’ll be carrying my baby and unable to leave my side for the rest of time.

  I don’t even know who I am anymore, but suddenly all my political aspirations mean nothing as I try to bind her to me forever.

  “Wow. Is it always like that?” she asks, looking up at me.

  “No, mi reina, it’s not.”

  “Will it always be like that for us?”

  “Yes,” I answer truthfully.

  “Why?”

  “Love makes it so.”

  “We’re in love,” she states, and I nod.

  No question about it. Love works in mysterious ways, and the love we share will be no different.

  Chapter Four

  Lauren

  I can’t get over what just happened between us. I felt like I was outside of my body, but not. I felt every single thing he did to me. With his weight on me, I look up at him. I imagined a lot of awkwardness after we finished, but this quiet moment after feels… normal. Feels good. I moan when he pulls out of me and moves to my side, pulling me closer to him. I snuggle into his side. His fingers roam over my back sensually, getting me all worked up again. How is that possible?

  “So, what’s Washington, DC like?” I ask.

  “It’s busy. I just work there really. My offices are there. I have an apartment, but it’s not home. My home is Brooklyn.”

  “I went to New York once on a field trip. We went to the Museum of Natural History and a show on Broadway.”

  “Very nice,” he says. “Brooklyn is a bit different than Manhattan, but it’s similar enough.”

  “I didn’t get much chance to explore. I was in sixth grade and they kept a close eye on us.”

  “I imagine they did.”

  “I’d love to really see it,” I say, wistfully.

  “You’ll have lots of chances to see it,” he assures me. I smile into his chest. “Does that make you happy?”

  “You make me happy,” I tell him.

  “My one and only goal.”

  “What do we do now?” I ask.

  “Whatever we want.”

  “Do you think you were meant to break down here?” I ask.

  “I do. I was one hundred percent supposed to be here today. How else would I have met you?”

  “I’d like to think our paths would have crossed at some point,” I reply.

  “Well, it’s a moot point now, isn’t it,” he says, pulling me up on top of him.

  “It is,” I say, kissing down his chest.

  No other words are needed as we make love over and over throughout the night.

  Muscles I didn’t even know I had hurt when he finally let me out of his bed that first night. He’s everything to me in such a short amount of time. I can hardly believe it, but it’s true. We’ve been staying at the hotel, but my mom invited us for dinner tonight, and I said yes. I felt guilty for being gone every night, but she’s happy for me. When he grabbed my arm and dragged me down the hallway, I smiled to myself. I love that he can’t stop himself when it comes to me. To us.

  “On your knees, Little Lauren,” he demands. I have no choice but to obey, not that I want any other choices when it comes to Alejandro. In my little bedroom, still decorated in the pinks and purples from my youth, I drop to my knees in front of him. I open his belt and pants, reaching inside of them, I pull his long, thick, hard cock out and kiss the head of it. It’s been damn near a week since his plane has been ready, and he hasn’t left yet. Logically, I know he will. He can’t just forget his responsibilities, his job. He loves his job. He’s told me of his plans for the future, and I can’t see how in the world they’d include a girl like me, but he assures me they do.

  “That fucking dress should be illegal, Lauren,” he growls. Automatically, I look down at my white dress. Sure, it’s short, but you can’t see anything when I bend over.

  “Now, now, Senator Santos, don’t go getting all judgy again,” I tsk.

  “Lauren,” he groans, looking down at me. There’s a bit of desperation gleaming in his eye, and it fucking excites me.

  “Do you want something from me?” I ask sweetly. I know what he wants; hell, it’s what I want too.

  “Yeah, babe. You know, I do. Suck it,” he says softly, but he might as well have been shouting it. I grin at him and do as I am told. He’s so big, I can barely fit him in my mouth, “You’re so fucking good at this, mi reina. So fucking addictive. Your lips are so fucking soft and full,” he moans, stroking my cheek. I do love to do an excellent job for him. I suck him harder and harder until I feel him get bigger and bigger in my mouth. Experience tells me he’s about to come. I reach between my legs and rub my pussy. I thoroughly enjoy coming at the same time he does. It’s the best feeling. After I swallow it all, he pulls me to my feet. “Fuck, Lauren.”

  “I love being on my knees for you every day. Just the thought of your dick in my mouth makes me so wet,” I tell him. Suddenly, I am pushed against my dresser, my back to him. He pulls my skirt up and rips my panties off. Kicking my legs apart, he slams inside of me, and all I can do is moan. His powerful thrusts are loud as his hips hit me. The skin-on-skin sound is so erotic, it turns me on more as he dominates me from behind.

  “Marry me, Lauren. Tomorrow. You’ve fucking ruined me. I am addicted to you. Dedicated to you. I love you,” he says through gritted teeth.

  “I love you too,” I say looking over my shoulder at him.

  “So, you’ll marry me?”

  “Of course. Yes, I’ll marry you,” I answer, pushing all thoughts of not being good enough for him to the side.


  “Thank fuck,” he says fucking me harder.

  “Just so you know, mi rey, I am addicted to you too. Dedicated beyond belief.”

  He doesn’t say anything else as he gets back to the business at hand. Over and over, he takes me to new heights of pleasure. Every time is better, more, well, everything than it was the last time.

  I wonder what the rest of our lives will have in store for us. I pray that we can make it even after only knowing each other for such a short time.

  Chapter Five

  Alejandro

  After the party, I knew she was mine forever. I ended up staying in Buck’s Creek far longer than I intended and put off important meetings at the capitol in order to be with her. I’d do anything to be with her, but the time has come to take her home. However, we will be stopping in Vegas to get married first. It’ll be a headline, but I don’t give a flying fuck. She’s everything to me, and I don’t need some two-year engagement to show how much I love her.

  “Are you ready?” I ask as she finishes zipping her overfull suitcase. I tried to tell her that I would have everything she needed shipped home, but she insisted all she needed could fit in a suitcase, and damn if she didn’t get it all in one, barely closed suitcase.

  “I am,” she says, giving me a quick kiss. She looks ridiculously sexy in the tiny shorts and too big sweatshirt she has on. At the last second, she takes the shorts off and pulls on a pair of jeans. Thank God, I wouldn’t want my pilot to see her dressed like that.

  “Allow me,” I say, picking up the hard case off of her tiny bed, carrying it out of the room.

  At the front door, her mom is waiting for her.

  “Bye, baby,” Roxie says, pulling her daughter into a hug.

  “I’ll come back,” Lauren says.

  “Just to visit. It won’t be the same. You won’t live here anymore.” They are both crying now. For the first time I wonder if this is the wrong thing. Should I be taking her from her with me?

  “Well, no, Mama, I won’t but this is what I am meant to do.” Good girl. She wants to be with me, and that’s all I need to hear.

  “I know. All kids grow up and leave their mama’s.”

  “You didn’t.”

  “Well, I just live in the same town I grew up in.”

  “Gran would probably feel differently about that.”

  “Well. Keep in touch.”

  “I will,” she says, leaving her mother’s arms.

  “And you… Senator, you better take care of my daughter or you’ll answer to me.”

  “I promise,” I tell her before she pulls me into a quick hug.

  “Get out of here. You’ll miss your flight.”

  “Private plane,” I remind her, chuckling.

  “Even so.” Roxie smiles and sends us on our way.

  We leave in one of the few taxi’s Buck’s Creek has to the municipal airport. There we board the plane and take off. I sent all of the staff except for the pilot home long ago. There was no need for them to stick around. So, it’s just us in the cabin.

  “I’ve never been on a plane so small before,” she says, holding my hand.

  “I’ve got you, Lauren. You are perfectly safe with me.”

  “I know.”

  The trip to Las Vegas is uneventful, but instead of checking into a hotel, we head to a wedding chapel first. I can’t wait a second longer to make her mine.

  Less than thirty minutes later, we are married and in a motel room outside the strip. My new bride didn’t want anything fancy. She just wanted it to be us, so a roadside motel it is.

  “Are you happy, Mrs. Santos?” I ask once we are locked in the room.

  “Very much so,” she replies, jumping into my arms.

  The rest of the night is spent in bed; tomorrow, the real fun begins.

  Four Weeks Later

  The press has circled us for weeks now, we haven’t given any interviews yet, but still, they circle us. Every day I am amazed at how Lauren handles the pressure. You’d think she was born into this. My public relations manager, Brent, has booked us an interview with Nichelle Michaels, an evening news top reporter. You know the type, the one who makes you cry with one word about your mom or your childhood dog. The move is a calculated one, but one that’ll pay off in the long run. This reporter will also be the one I casually toss my hat into the presidential candidate ring with.

  “Good evening, I’m Nichelle Michaels reporting for MBC. I am here with Senator Alejandro Santos and his brand-new wife, Lauren. So, guys, why the secrecy?”

  “Well, you just get right down to business, don’t cha?” Lauren asks, smiling.

  “Why waste time?” Nichelle responds.

  “Exactly. Why waste time. Alejandro and I felt the same way. And just to be clear, there was no secrecy per se, we are still in the honeymoon phase, but Alejandro was needed at work,” Lauren replies. Nichelle nods and smiles in approval.

  “I’ve heard rumors that you met on New Year’s Eve. Is that true?”

  “It’s very true, Nichelle,” I answer, squeezing Lauren’s hand.

  “So whirlwind romance, to say the least.”

  “Very much so. It was love at first sight, at least for me,” Lauren answers.

  “How adorable. You’re just eighteen to the senator’s thirty-two.”

  “I am, but that doesn’t matter all that much, does it?”

  “Not to me, but maybe some of your husband’s constituents.”

  “Maybe, but not sixty or so years ago, girls much younger than me were getting married to men much older than Alejandro and not by choice for the most part. At least we are in love.”

  “Many would say that you can’t be in love after so short about of time. What do you say to that?”

  “That’s just crazy talk. Love doesn’t bow down to time. It does what it wants when it wants.”

  “Well said. So, what now, Senator? Running for the senate again?”

  “I've got my sights set on something a little higher than that,” I reply, grinning.

  “Well, there you have it, America. Love at first sight exists, and not even senators are immune to it. Thanks for joining us. Next week, join me as I interview the elusive princess of Raultshire, Moira.”

  “And we’re out,” a producer says from the other side of the bright lights on the stage. They finally turn off, and I blink several times. No matter how many times you are under them, they are bright as hell.

  “Thanks for being so candid,” Nichelle says, her voice slightly different than her on-air one.

  “Isn’t that the point of these interviews?”

  “Yes, they are, but you’d be surprised how many people evade me or tell outright lies.”

  “Boring,” Lauren says, and Nichelle laughs.

  “Well, congratulations on your marriage. I’m sure we’ll meet again.”

  “Looking forward to it,” I say, shaking her hand.

  Hand in hand, we leave the studio and get into the chauffeured town car.

  “Ready, wife?”

  “Ready for what?” she asks.

  “The rest of our lives,” I answer simply.

  “I’m so ready.”

  “It could get crazy.”

  “Good thing we are crazy.”

  Fuck, this girl is amazing, and she’s all mine.

  Forever.

  Epilogue

  Lauren

  Five Years Later

  “Harder, Mr. President,” I scream as my husband the new president of the United States slams into me from behind. My orgasm is causing my legs to shake as he pins me to the wall even harder. The exposed brick is rubbing against my chest in my tastefully low-cut ball gown, but I don’t care. When he is inside me nothing else matters, not even the location. Now that he’s officially the president and not just the president-elect we probably shouldn’t be doing this just anywhere anymore but sometimes we can’t help it.

  I’ve lost track of how many balls we’ve been to tonight, but they are just as tedious as t
he campaign trail was. I think this is the last of them. I was sure that I’d get pregnant right away but that wasn’t the case. After five years, it’s finally happened. I haven’t told Alejandro yet. I just found out this morning. We’ve been so busy with the inauguration that I haven’t had a moment to sit down with him. I could tell he was getting antsy earlier, so I drug him into a dark corner. It’s not exactly private with six secret service agents surrounding us, but at least we don’t have to worry about reporters.

  “Shh,” he chastises. He hates the idea of other people hearing me like this. I bite my lip to keep from screaming. He’s so fucking good at this. I love it. He’s my king and he can do whatever he wants to me, whenever he wants to.

  After he fills me, he helps me right my panties and then straightens my dress. I adjust his bow tie and he kisses me hard.

  “Better?” I ask, grateful that he appears less agitated now.

  “You have no idea. Hearing you call me Mr. President is just about the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” He kisses me again,

  “My, my Mr. President, you’ve got a potty mouth,” I tsk.

  “Just with you, mi reina.”

  “Better be.”

  “Always.”

  “Though I supposed I should call you daddy now.”

  “Why on earth would you call me that?”

  “I’m pregnant. Finally,” I say

  “What?”

  “I took the test this morning. Are you happy?”

  “I am ecstatic, Lauren. This is amazing.” He picks me up and spins me around.

  “Two new adventures at the same time. Are we ready for that?”

  “You know we’re ready for anything as long we’re together,” he tells me.

  “I know.”

  We go back into the party, and even with Alejandro being the guest of honor, no one noticed we were gone. We danced the night away and then slept in our new digs for the first time.