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Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(101)

By:Alexis Angel


I throw her on top of the bed, the mattress shifting under her weight,  and I kick off my shoes before following after her. My knees are on the  edge of the bed, and she comes closer to me and, placing both her hands  on my shoulders, pushes my shirt down my arms. She lunges at me like a  feral cat, her mouth going straight for one of my nipples, and she  nibbles at it so hard that I wince.

"Fuck," I hiss as the pain travels up from my nipple and hits my brain  like a sledgehammer. She isn't in control; she's out of control. And  fuck, that sounds even better.

Her hands go to my waist and she grabs my belt furiously. She unbuckles  it and then pulls it out from its loops. She then takes it and throws it  around my neck, pulling me into her and laying down at the same time. I  press my body on top of hers, kissing her, and she finally lets go of  the belt.         

     



 

Pulling back from our kiss, she brushes her mouth down my chin, her lips  making the hike toward my abs. There, she licks each one of them with  careful deliberate flicks of her tongue, and then goes down to my  waistline. She grabs my pants with these furious movements of hers, and  pushes the fabric apart; the top button snaps and the zipper goes down  by itself, my cock pushing so hard against my boxer briefs I can barely  breath.

"I hate your stupid clothing," she grows as she grabs at my pants,  pushing them down my legs. "I want you naked all the time," she  continues, throwing the pants to the floor. Arching her back, she  positions her breasts over the shape of my hard cock and lowers her  body, my shaft right between her tits.

"You're crazy," I breathe out, but I say it with a grin on my lips.  Yeah, she's fucking crazy, but she's the kind of crazy that always  leaves you begging for more and more.

"I know," she moans as she grabs her tits and presses them together,  squeezing my shaft between them. It pulses against her chest, and she  begins stroking me using only her tits, moving her body up and down.  Then, no warning at all, she pulls slightly back, but that's just to  dive into me, turning her head sideways and fitting her open mouth over  my thickness. She sucks me over my boxer briefs, and I just can't take  it any fucking more; I reach for my boxers, ready to push them down, but  she anticipates herself. She curls her fingers around the hem, and then  tugs them down my legs with one flowing but violent motion. My cock  springs free, pre-cum glistening on its tip, and then she's back with  their tits, squeezing me between them.

I groan, lust and desire flooding my brain and squashing every single  thought inside my head. Fuck meditation, this is way better. Stroking me  again, she only stops doing it when I grab her by the hair and push her  back. She growls, struggling against my hold, and then breaks free from  it; she goes for my cock again, but this time she goes with her hand.  Grabbing it, she strokes me so fucking fast that I almost cum. I have to  grit my teeth and will back my cum to wherever it comes from. She knows  I'm on the verge, but she doesn't let that stop her; fuck, I doubt she  would stop even if I came all over her face.

With her free hand, she starts caressing my balls, rolling them over her  fingers as she keeps on stroking me, her fingers tracing the whole  length of my cock. Then, glancing at me with that deviousness of hers,  she takes her full lips to my cock. When I think she's going to take my  twelve inches all at once inside her mouth, she stops right before her  lips touch my cock; she looks into my eyes, teasing me, and holds her  position. If I wasn't spacing the fuck out, I'd just grab her head and  force her down, but in the state I am now, all I can do is look at her  completely powerless. Powerless, holy fuck, I can't believe I'm using  this word. When was the last time I have ever felt powerless? Probably  when I was in my mother's womb. I'm the kind of guy that knows what it's  like to live having power over everything around me. That's until I met  Destiny, of course.

Slowly-so slowly it even hurts-she parts her lips using her tongue, and  then reaches for my cock. She just brushes the wet tip of her tongue  against my tip, but that's enough to make me groan again. Fuck, if she  keeps going like this soon enough I'll be moaning like a woman.

"You're fucking killing me, Destiny," I blurt out, unconsciously lifting  my hips up from the mattress while I try to push my cock inside her  mouth. Of course, she doesn't allow me that; she pushes me back down,  and keeps circling my cock with these maddening movements of her tongue.  Then, when I think she's going to slowly lower herself over my shaft,  she surprises me again; she opens her mouth as wide as she can and  simply lets her head fall down.

I hold my breath as my entire shaft goes deep inside her mouth, a  burning sensation spreading from my crotch to the rest of my body. She  pushes herself down until my cock is pressed against the back of her  throat, and only then she slides back out. Taking no breaks, she begins  bobbing her head up and down the entirety of my twelve inches. Fuck,  she's turning a simple blowjob into an art form. When it comes to sex,  Destiny is a fucking artist.

"More," she mutters, popping my cock out of her mouth, "I need more than  this." She doesn't wait for a reply and gets to work on fulfilling her  own request: going up to her feet, she places her feet by the side of my  thighs and then goes on all fours on top of me, her pussy and ass  hovering over my face. She grabs my cock with one hand, angles it  upward, and then dives into it without even letting me prepare mentally  for it.

"Fuck," I hiss as I feel my cock against the back of her throat once  more. "This is-" She doesn't let me finish. She lowers her hips,  pressing her pussy against my face, and I have no other choice but to  get to work.

Opening my mouth wide, I start running my tongue up and down her pussy,  taking her delicious juices once more. She's wetter than I have ever  seen her, and that's considering the fact that I fucked her right on  Python's stage. That was the fuck of a lifetime, but Destiny keeps  raising the ante. Fucking hell, where has she been all of my life?  Funny, right? Even after a short stint as a porn star, and even after  owning a club where I'm a fucking rock star, it took me long enough to  find a woman like her. Rest assured, I'm not letting go of her; no  fucking chance in hell.

I lick and suck until my tongue starts to hurt, but I keep going.  Destiny is giving me her all, and I'm not letting her down. But, fuck,  even the muscles in my neck feel like they are burning.

"OH GOD!" Destiny suddenly cries out, taking her mouth off my cock. She  arches her back and sits up, pressing her pussy down on my face. I grab  her by the hips, pushing her even further down, and she just sits on my  face. Swaying her back and forth, grinding her against my mouth, she  lets out a scream so loud that I'll bet tomorrow I'll have a few  complaints from the neighbors. Well, fuck them. If they're bright  enough, they'll just enjoy the show we're putting on.

I feel her muscles spasming, her whole body trembling as she comes. The  movements of her body have grown erratic and unpredictable, but I don't  let her take her pussy off of my mouth. No, I want to devour and ravish  her until I can't do it any longer.

"I'm going to …  I'm going to …  Oh, God, again … " She breathes out, her  voice quivering so much that I'm amazed she's still able to speak. She  comes again, her pussy tightening up so much that I can barely push my  tongue inside of her. She finally stops moving, and I feel her body  growing limp. She falls forward and then rolls to the side, lying on top  of the mattress. I prop myself up on one elbow and look down at her;  her face is flushed, and she's breathing so hard that her lungs might  collapse.

"Don't think I'm done," she whispers even though she still has her eyes closed. "I'm just getting started, Austin."

"You? You're spent," I tease, sitting up on the bed and reaching for her tits. "Now it's my turn to take the lead."

"Fuck you," she hisses suddenly, grinning wildly and opening her eyes.  "I told you … " She sits up on the bed and, with her hands on my chest,  pushes me back down onto the bed. "I'm the one in charge tonight."

With that, and leaving me no time to protest, she climbs on top of me  and grabs my cock. She points it up and then lowers herself until her  folds are gently brushing against my cock. Instead of simply lowering  herself all the way, she holds that position and starts rubbing the tip  of my cock up and down her pussy. I shudder in anticipation, my muscles  so fucking tense you wouldn't believe it. You couldn't stick a needle in  me if you tried.

"Beg," she whispers, and I can't even process what she's saying. Beg?  Ah, don't make me laugh, I've never begged for anything in my entire  life.

"No way," I shoot back with a grin. Let her read it in my eyes: no begging, never.