Politics’ Dirty Games: The President

ADRIANNA WALES’ POV

The popping of the wine cork made me smile, but the loudness of the most powerful women in my is what made me smile even more evilly. If anyone could see us right now, they would not even believe that we are political persons, their public leaders.

“So baby pull me closer in the backseat…”

Everyone would lose their minds for the mere fact that Rozaine—hearing her speak on the daily basis is already a miracle, but sing? Mind blown! But she does sing and she does it when she is drunk. We are all drunk.

Celestine suddenly squeals and removes her shirt! “God, it’s hot! You know what, girls, why don’t we go to Boracay? Like right now!”

“Shut up, Morden! Batanes! Let’s go to Batanes instead! It’s cooler in Batanes!” Veronah shouted in return.

I could not stop giggling. This is all too funny to me.

“Miss President.” Leondelle suddenly clears her throat. She is as red as a ripe tomato. “Poverty will always remain the main problem of this godforsaken country. Well aside from those motherfuckers who leech off our country, please create more jobs, okay? I know you’re smart.” She suddenly laughs and immediately wipes her tears of joy. “You’re smart and I love you. Please prioritize free education for all, too, okay? Don’t forget to strengthen our teachers…and children…”

Nothing is funny with what she said and it is all pure facts, but since she is laughing, I am also laughing too. I just know that this woman is going to be my legal adviser!

“Hong Kong! Let’s go to Hong Kong and swim there!” Celestine argues.

“No!” Veronah argues back—picking up our trash—and points to Celestine. “I dated someone back there before and I will never go back! If it’s swimming that you want, let’s go to Antarctica instead!”

Rozaine is already standing with the bottle of beer as her microphone. “Just say you won’t let go…”

We are indeed a mess to look at right now, but Leondelle and I are still laughing for no reason.

This is definitely my kind of celebration especially now that I am the president of this country.

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A year later…

I felt heaven the moment I sat on my swivel chair and almost cried for how good it felt sitting down again in the comfort of my swivel chair. I never appreciated not having to face the media until today, and I am really close to crying for finally having my time to rest. Well, at least, for an hour.

I leaned into my chair and sighed in satisfaction when my back finally slouched.

Looking around my office, it has already been a year and yet sometimes—like right not—it still amazes me that I own this office now… and for the next five more years.

A year already passed by so quickly that I barely remember anything from my own personal life. I cannot remember my own life, but I will never forget the things we already accomplished for our goals. I am sure sooner or later, the public will finally catch on the trend we are slowly introducing. We wanted to remove every useless being in the palace all at once, but where is the fun in that? We wanted to make sure that we will have the greatest time seeing all their faces worries all the time, wondering who will be the next to be eliminated.

As for the only that I know for my own personal life, Matt—

Someone suddenly knocks on the door, breaking my line of thoughts, and it was my assistant. “Madame, the next appointment for today is moved later at six. I made sure to clear more of your schedule until then, so you now have three more hours of rest!”

I almost cried again in happiness for that! That is three hours! “Thank you so much, my love. You are an angel.”

She giggles and excuses herself.

Now… Three hours—what shall I do with three hours? I did not even need to think too hard for what I can do while I rest for the next three hours. I immediately fished out my personal cell phone in my cabinet.

“The number you have dialed—”

What the hell?!

I tried again three times and I got the same thing! The number I am calling is currently not available. I breathe deeply and curse to myself. I need to calm damn because I am supposed to be relaxing and not stressing out myself like this! Damn it!

“Why do you look so mad, baby?”

Startled, I immediately turned to whoever spoke—it was none other than Matt. The damn person I have been trying to call. “Y-You’re here.”

I did not even notice that he came! Did my assistant close the door or not? I would have known if he opened—fuck. That is not important anymore. He is here. He is really here now.

That is not a question, that is a statement and it made him grin. “I will grade your assistant a solid A+ for reporting everything accurately to me.” His satisfied grin turns into a seductive, playful smile. He closes the door behind him, making sure it is locked. “Were you frustrated over something, Madame President?”

I swallowed hard. His voice is enough to make my body surrender to him. The pooling wetness between my legs is already making me shiver. He is not doing anything but to look at me as if he has been waiting all day to see this sight of me in front of him.

The lust between us will forever remain sweet. Intoxicatingly sweet.

He strolls closer to my table, and my heart is already pounding inside my chest for the anticipation he is creating. That fucking seductive smile did not leave his lips. He is making sure to give me a show because he knows how much I love it when he undresses for me. Removing his coat and loosening his tie…

I did not know I am already biting my lip when he reaches and tugs it down from my teeth. “Why were you frustrated, baby?”

I breathed deeply and made sure he would feel my breath on his hand. “Somebody is not answering my calls and I almost threw my phone because of it. I hate it when he won’t answer my calls like that.”

He retracts his hand and, this time, he walks around my table to have me better. He is towering because I am still sitting on my chair and he is already standing in front of me. My wetness worsens every minute that passes that he is eye-fucking me.

He is so close that I can almost smell his natural scent that I love, yet still so far for me to reach.

“Adrianna…” He moves closer, just enough to reach for my cheek.

His palm is warm and the sudden jolt of that warmth against my skin is pleasure—pleasure that envelops my whole body in heat. I lean more to his hand.

That made him smile more evilly. Fully knowing my whole body, he asks, “how wet are you right now, Madame President?”

Fuck.

Nothing will top the way he asks me that filthy question while addressing me as my formal title.

He makes it all dirty, forbidden, and dangerous. He is creating this game for me to have all my anticipation begging for him. I never felt dirtier in my life and I love it.

I look at him, never backing down. “So much and we both know whose fault is that.”

He chuckles, but his eyes are already darker for need to devour me.

Oh to have this man do the begging…

When he was done eye-fucking me some more, he retracts his hand again and taps my table. “Good, and now lean here. I’m going to fuck you from behind.”

I almost screamed “yes” for that! I immediately obeyed his order and had my half body on my table. I am already shivering for the anticipation and the coldness of this table just added to that. My knees are about to turn jelly.

The sound of how he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants have my goosebumps scattered all over my skin.

Hitching my skirt up is not a problem, it was short and stretchable enough to immediately have it up to my waist. I am dying to feel his hardness against my wetness, but this man has other plans.

Pushing my underwear to the side, he easily eased in two fingers inside my wetness. Fuck! I have to cover my mouth to fucking stop myself my moaning loud. His other hand caresses my waist and I shiver again. He knows how weak that makes me.

“Do you like this, Adrianna?” He started moving his fingers slowly, killing me more with my need to beg him already. He knows what he is doing and I know it too—he will not easily give me what I want. “Do you like my fingers inside of you like this when anytime someone could not be at your door?”

I tried to control myself, but who am I kidding? The moment I tried to move my hips to have his fingers deeper, he slapped my ass.

Chuckling, I know he is also shaking his head. “You like this, my dirty president. You like my fingers testing your wetness and preparing your pussy for me. You like my fingers deep inside you like this even if someone is to knock right now.”

He made sure that I literally felt the word “deep” when he said it. Fuck it, I cannot stop cursing inside my head. My knees are literally jelly now that I have to lean more of my weight to my table.

He pulls his fingers out completely and when he eases them in again deeply—I lost it.

“P-Please… Please, Matt…”

He slaps my ass again, harder this time, when I tried to move my hips. “Please what, Adrianna? Beg properly or this is all you will get.”

“Please! Matt, please. Please, fuck me now!”

He slaps my ass again, not to finally give me what I want, but to add another finger to torture me with. It could not cover my mouth on time, I moaned loudly.

Satisfied, he chuckles again. But this time he finally moves his fingers to the pace that has been moaning for more. His fingers inside me and his thumb circling my clit.

“F-Fuck… Ahhh…”

I am close. I am fucking close to coming—

Until my phone rings.

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“R-Rozaine.”

The harder I control myself not to moan, the deeper he is pushing his fingers and the slowly he teases my clit. I do not fucking know anymore how am I controlling my voice right now. This man… This fucking cunning man knows what he is doing to me the moment he made me answer my phone and put it in loudspeaker.

“Adrianna? Is this a bad time? Wait—you’re catching your breath. Is everything alright?”

The next thing I know is that my blouse is already open and Matt is caressing my mounds, teasing my erect nipples with the fingers of his free hand.

Holy fuck!

“Y-Yes.” I do not even know if this was to answer Rozaine’s question or to say it to Matt.

He finally withdraws his fingers out of my wetness and stops playing with my mounds. He caresses my waist and before I know it, I already let out a loud groan when he teases his hard tip on my wanting entrance.

“Oh fucking hell! President Adrianna Gabriel Wales! ARE YOU HAVING SEX RIGHT—”

I did not hear the rest of what she said because before finally pushing all of his hardness in me, Matt grabs the phone and puts it out of loudspeaker. I do not care anymore if Rozaine will hear me moan. I am filled with Matt’s hardness and it is stretching me to the best way possible. My orgasm is already building up again just by having him like this!

“Miss Vizcarra, the president is… with me right now.”

I did not hear anything from Rozaine anymore, but Matt laughs! He is laughing while he is slowly thrusting in and out of my wetness! Fucking hell!

“I am sure that the president is very much satisfied, Miss Vice President. Of course. Don’t worry. I’ll return her to you later.”

When he finally ends the call, he places my phone right beside me again as if he is telling me how much he is willing to let me answer it if someone calls on it again.

He then grabbed my waist and wordlessly pounded me from behind. He reaches for my mouth to cover it himself as he thrusts faster, fucks me deeper. He made sure that I will memorize how his hardness stretches me so good, how I will feel him for the remaining hours I have at work.

I am so close… I am so close to coming…

“You will have my cum inside you for the rest of this day, Adrianna. You will face everyone knowing that my cum can drip off your legs anytime for the rest of the day as you talk to them; and you would like that, wouldn’t you? You would like that very much.”

“Y-Yes… Please, Matt, please cum inside me...”

He did—right when we reached the soul-shattering orgasm together.