Not Just a Machine (D:BH Connor X Human! F!Reader)

Part 8: A Talk With the President

My orgasm starts to build up, and Connor doesn't fail to notice. He flips our positions, so I'm laying on the bed and he's over top me. I gaze into my eyes as he starts thrusting with reckless abandon into me, chasing his own high. His hands grip my hips, and he leans down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. I moan as he lightly tugs at it while his cock pounds into my sensitive cunt. He hits my g-spot directly, causing me to tremble under him and cry out in pleasure as I hit my release.

"Connor!" I exclaim as I cum around him.

He keeps thrusting, releasing my nipple and connecting his lips to mine. We exchange a sloppy kiss, and he starts rolling his hips against mine, grinding against my clit. He pulls away, his breath heavy and the pace of his thrusts growing sloppy.

Connor gives a few more sharp thrusts before bottoming out inside me, and releasing his cum with a low moan of my name. He rolls his hips against mine, before pulling out and collapsing beside me.

Smut End

I turn on my side, sending him a tired smile. "So, what's your impression on sex now that you've had it?"

Connor turns to face me, and moves a piece of my hair off my sweaty forehead. "I certainly found it to be pleasurable, and I would like to continue indulging in it with you."

"You're so blunt, but it's adorable," I giggle, and look over at the clock on my bedside table to see the time. A groan falls from my lips when I see it's close to three, and I push myself up and out of bed.

"What are you doing?" Connor asks as I walk over to the bathroom.

"Getting cleaned up. I have a meeting in a few minutes with Jayden over the computer," I tell him while cleaning myself up so I look half-decent, and not like I just got fucked into my bed.

I walk out of the room and grab Connor's dress shirt off the floor, sliding it on and buttoning it up. "I like you wearing my clothes," he says and I look at where he now sits on the bed, the thin bedsheet covering his waist and down.

"I always wondered if this shirt was comfy." I grab my laptop from the top of my dresser, before getting back into bed. "Your shirt smells like you as well."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Most definitely."

Connor smiles and I lean into his side until a call starts coming through on my computer. I sigh and sit up straight, accepting the call and looking into the screen. Jayden appears in front of me and raises an eyebrow immediately. "Did you-"

"You don't need to know," I cut him off and he laughs.

"Is Connor with you right now?"

"Yeah, he's beside me. Can he be here for this or is it a private conversation?"

"He can be here. I just wanted to tell you that the president does want to speak with you. It's been a bit over a week since the events in Detroit took place, and whatever you said to her that night made her want to have a meeting with you."

"When does she want me in D.C?" I ask with a frown.

"By tomorrow. She has the meeting set up for the 22nd, so you need to be back a day early. I'm also going to be at the meeting to back you up if needed."