Free Powerful Men 3: Four Hot Alphas who Take Whatever They Want by Carla Kane Page A

you think it’s bad for me? Turns out Rhonda was gay all along. She only went and had an awakening that she wasn’t ever able to do anything about anyway – for the sake of both our careers.’
    He suddenly seemed serious, his handsome gray eyes looking at her wolfishly. ‘She gets around though,’ he said, ‘oh yeah.’ He reached out and took Sandra’s hand. ‘But you can’t tell a single soul what I just told you, you understand?’
    Sandra felt herself brim with emotion. Of course not, how could she ever betray him? She had to let him know where her loyalties lay. ‘I’ll take it to the grave Mister President,’ she said.
    He laughed good-humoredly. ‘Hell,’ he said, ‘you don’t have to wait that long, just give me ten years from the end of my second term. I won’t give a hot damn in hell by then anyway.’
    ‘No,’ Sandra spoke seriously, ‘not even then. I’ll always be loyal to you Mister President.’
    He squeezed her hand slightly and her eyes widened as his turned stony serious. ‘Call me Rick,’ he said, ‘please.’
    Before she knew what was happening the President had stood up and was beside her, standing over her, tall and proud, like Uncle Sam’s better looking younger brother.
    ‘You’re a very beautiful girl, Sandra,’ he said, ‘it’d be a shame for you to let this job take that away from you. Sometimes a woman has to let herself just be a woman. Sometimes a man has to be a man.’
    He reached under her chin and lifted it towards him as he lowered his face to hers. When they kissed it was like fireworks going off in her brain, her chest, her pussy. Sparkling crescendos of red, white and blue.
    They parted lips for a moment and Sandra had just a moment to think of how absolutely mind-blowingly amazing this was, when his lips were over hers again and all thought was driven from her brain by the pants-soaking pleasure of it all. The President pressed his tongue through her lips and lapped at her own, their teeth clashing passionately against one another. With a visceral grunt, he lifted her up on his desk and began running his hands up her thigh against the tweedy material of her tight pantsuit.
    Underneath, Sandra’s cunt began to swell with arousal as her panties filled with seeping liquid. She squeezed her legs tight together, relishing the sensation on her aching cunt, as she lifted her head up towards the President’s hot kiss.
    He pulled back, panting heavily just inches from her face, as his hot metallic-tinged breath filled her with irresistible lust. ‘Sandra,’ he whispered, ‘if we go through with this, you can never tell anybody, not even your best friend. That’s the price and if it’s too much then we can stop right now.’
    ‘Mister President,’ Sandra lustily spoke, reaching up to brush her fingers against his taut, flexing throat, ‘no price could ever be too much.’
    He smiled again, tilting his head to allow her continue to explore his body. ‘That’s good. Couldn’t have put it better myself. You’ve got a real way with words little lady.’
    He reached into her belt and suddenly yanked her towards him. Sandra yelped with surprise and excitement as the President opened the buckle with both hands and slowly drew down her zipper. His jaw flexed with tension and desire as Sandra felt her way around his firm throat and shoulders. He looked like Alexander the Great or Ulysses, here in her arms. It was unbelievable.
    ‘I can’t wait to taste that delicious pussy,’ he growled, ‘I can feel the heat from up here.’
    Sandra closed her eyes and squealed as the pleasure washed over her. The President roughly hoisted down her pants and her underwear at the same time, leaving her tingling ass and soaking pussy pressed up against the surface of the desk. She thought about all the great and powerful men who’d sat there throughout history and now here she was, about to cum all over it. It was a Goddamn sin but it drove her fucking wild.
    The President