CHAPTER 202: HER BODY HER BED

Elizabeth’s naked body lay stretched out before me, her dark hair spilling over the edge of the bed, her lips still wrapped around my cock, her tongue working me with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. My hands gripped her face, my hips thrusting as the pressure built to a breaking point.

"Arghhh, fuck!" I groaned, my voice raw as my orgasm crashed over me, my body trembling as I released my semen into her mouth, hot and pulsing.

Elizabeth’s face flushed a deep pink, her wide eyes locked on mine as she gulped down my cum, her lips tightening around my cock to take every drop. I held her there, my hands steady on her cheeks, until the last wave of pleasure faded, then slowly pulled out, resting my slick cock against her face, saliva and cum dripping from the tip.

"Huff... huff... ahh... huhh..." Elizabeth exhaled, catching her breath, her mouth still open, a wide, satisfied smile spreading across her lips like she’d just had the ride of her life. Her chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and bliss.

I looked down at her, my own breath ragged, my legs still shaky.

"Ahhh, fuck... I’m not satisfied yet," I said, my voice low and hungry. I grabbed her arms, pulling her up gently but firmly, and pushed her onto the bed in a crawling position, her knees sinking into the soft linens.

"Ehehe... me neither," she giggled, her voice playful as she settled into the pose, her body arching invitingly.

I climbed onto the bed, planting my knees behind her, and pulled her legs back, positioning her just right.

"Ahm," she gasped, her ass pressing against my slick, still-hard cock as she arched her back, her head dipping low, her dark hair cascading over the sheets. The sight of her—bold, powerful, and submitting to me in her own luxurious bedroom—sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

"Yes, be like a good dog for me," I said, my voice rough with want as I leaned over her, my chest brushing her back, my cock rubbing against her ass.

I kissed her shoulders, my lips grazing her warm skin, and she tilted her face toward me. I captured her lips in a deep, messy kiss, our tongues tangling as the heat between us flared again.

Elizabeth pulled back just enough to smirk, her hips grinding back, her ass sliding up and down my hardened cock.

"Someone’s still hard down there, even after cumming twice," she teased, her voice sultry, her eyes glinting with amusement as she pressed herself closer, teasing me with every move.

I chuckled, my lips brushing her neck, smooching the sensitive spot just below her ear.

"I’m fucking such a bold, hot-as-fire woman on her own bed," I said, my voice low and playful. "That’s gonna turn me on every time." My hands gripped her hips, my cock sliding against her wet pussy, her slickness mixing with my own, making every touch electric.

"You do realize this is the bed my husband—the president—sleeps with me on," she said, her voice a low moan, teasing but heavy with desire as she ground her hips back against me.

I smirked, my hands sliding forward to cup her large, soft tits, squeezing gently as my thumbs brushed her nipples.

"I know that, obviously," I said, my voice rough, the thrill of her words sinking in. The idea of being here, in his bed, with her, sent a jolt through me.

Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling as my cock teased her slick pussy, sliding up and down without entering.

’This is the bed my husband fucks me on," she murmured, her voice shaky, "and now I’m letting a stranger fuck me on it." Her pussy grew wetter with every rub, her sensitivity spiking as she arched further, desperate for more.

I leaned closer, my lips brushing her ear as my fingers twirled her nipples, making her gasp.

"And you’re enjoying the dick of a stranger more than your husband’s, aren’t you?" I whispered, my voice low and teasing. "Am I wrong?" I slid my cock along her pussy folds again, slow and deliberate, keeping her on edge.

"Yeah, that’s true... ahm..." she moaned softly, her body shivering with need, her hips pushing back against me in desperation.

"Now slam that dick in me, will you?" she pleaded, her voice raw as she pressed her ass harder against my cock, practically begging.

I chuckled, loving how bold she was, even now.

"Such a desperate bitch, the first lady of the country," I teased, laughing as I gripped her hips tighter.

"You fucker—" she started, laughing too, but her words cut off with a sharp gasp as I thrust forward, sliding my cock into her wet pussy in one smooth motion.

"Here, take my dick," I said, my voice rough with hunger as I pushed deep, her hole’s warmth enveloping my cock.

"Ahhh..." Elizabeth moaned, her face dropping to the bed, her hands clutching the soft bedsheets as my hips slammed against her ass.

The impact sent a shiver through her, her body rocking with the force of my thrust. I leaned over her, my chest pressed to her back, my hands still on her boobs, squeezing as I found a rhythm, thrusting steady and deep.

"God, you’re so tight," I groaned, my lips brushing her shoulder as I moved, her pussy gripping me like a vice, slick with her arousal and my earlier release. The bed creaked beneath us, the luxurious linens shifting with every motion.

Elizabeth turned her head slightly, her cheek pressed to the sheets, her eyes glinting with a mix of pleasure and defiance.

"Keep banging my pussy with your dick, Ezra," she gasped, her voice breaking as she pushed back to meet my thrusts. "Make me feel it... all of it."

I grinned, my hands sliding to her hips, pulling her harder against me.

"Oh, I will," I said, my voice low and hungry. "You’re mine right now." The thought of Aeri, her rejection, flickered briefly in my mind, but it was gone in an instant, drowned out by Elizabeth’s moans, her body, and the wild, unstoppable rush of this moment.