Mr. President Got Me Pregnant

I’m hesitant whether to knock or not on the door where the President is. I’m embarrassed by the tight red dress I’m wearing. I couldn’t refuse because if I did, they would have dragged me here by force, so I just followed what they wanted.

"Should I go in or not?" I whispered to myself.

I thought about the money the President’s bodyguard mentioned—1 million just to talk to me. I was shocked because I needed the money to pay for school this year. I’m entering Grade 12, and I should have saved up by now, especially since the school year is approaching.

"I guess I should go in—" I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened.

"Are you going to stay there or leave without your money?" he asked seriously.

My eyes widened in shock as I found myself face-to-face with the President of the Philippines. He was incredibly muscular and even more handsome in person.

“Ahm… I’m going in,” I said, bowing my head as I walked past him. “What do you need? What are we going to do? I can entertain you until tomorrow if 1 million is enough,” I said in rapid succession.

I was nervous because it was my first time meeting him. I was lucky, but at the same time, unlucky if he planned to do something else—hopefully not.

"Sit on my bed," he said, which startled me, so I quickly obeyed.

Shit. He’s scary. He stood in front of me, making me even more anxious. I looked into his eyes, wondering why he was standing there.

I watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, never breaking eye contact with me.

“W-what are you doing?” I asked, my voice trembling as I averted my gaze.

I felt him move closer, so I looked up at him. His facial features were stunning. He was different, very different in person. His eyebrows were thick, and his lips were incredibly red.

“Let me taste you,” he said huskily while touching my face.

I froze at his words and took a step back. I didn’t expect him to say that to me. What we were about to do was wrong—it wasn’t part of the deal. I couldn’t give myself to him.

“No, I don’t want to…” I said, trembling as I tried to step back, but he stopped me, and I could still feel the floor beneath me. He held my chin and then moved his hand to the side of my arm.

“I want you…” I couldn’t move because if I refused now, I’d lose the 1 million, and who knows, he might even kill me for saying no.

“Mr. President…” I said softly as his hand moved down to my chest. “Lie down,” he ordered in a cold tone, so I obeyed him.

Our thighs were still touching, so he spread them apart, and I couldn’t control myself because of how he held my thigh, which was heating me up.

“I want to taste your sweet body and lips.”

“Please, Mr. President, stop this…” Even though I wanted it, I was still afraid.

I could see him licking my entrance as if he were incredibly thirsty. I didn’t know where to turn because this was all so unfamiliar to me.

“Ahh… Mr. Pres—”

I couldn’t help but moan because of the pleasure. Mr. President, stop this, I can’t control myself. Please. I no longer recognize myself. I want my body, but my body wants him.

“You taste so good…”

He licked so hard, like I was the most precious dessert of his life. His tongue was out, kissing the sides of my folds. I was going crazy because I could feel something coming out. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, so I let it out, and I saw him lick it and swallow it.

I was so surprised.

“Move…” I did as he said, lying down properly, still in shock from what had just happened. I saw him undress, removing his pants and boxers, which made my eyes widen.

He came closer and closer, making me even more anxious. He leaned on me, then removed my dress so that I was fully naked, and he kissed me hungrily. I couldn’t keep up, so I kept my mouth shut.

“Move your mouth, woman. I want to taste you,” he said sternly, scaring me.

I kissed him back with the same intensity, making me arch my back. His hands roamed all over my body. He stopped for a moment to look at me completely.

“You’re so beautiful, damn woman,” he whispered to me.

I moaned when I felt his hand rubbing my breasts, and slowly, he lowered his head to taste my peak, making me groan hard.

“Ahh… woman,” he moaned.

He returned to my lips, kissing me so hungrily that I couldn’t breathe, so I paused before kissing him back again. But I suddenly cried out when I felt him enter me.

“Oh, your first time? Are you okay? Do you want to continue?” he whispered to me.

“Yes, please…”

So he moved quickly, making me moan. I didn’t know where to turn, seeing how much he was enjoying himself. Then he kissed me again, not hungrily but passionately, as if he wanted me to stay with him.

Then I felt myself release, and he did too. He hugged me, and I felt him kiss the nape of my neck. He fell asleep, and I stayed there, crying, thinking about what I had done.

When I woke up, I was surprised to find that I was dressed and remembered what had happened last night, something I hadn’t expected. I was still sitting in bed when I caught his.