Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(12)

Curling my fingers around his shaft, I purse my lips in anticipation, my  skin prickling as I feel his warm thickness against the palm of my  hand. Flicking my wrist slowly, I start moving my hand up and down the  length of his shaft, stroking him at a gentle but growing pace.

With each stroke I take, I find myself leaning into him, the magnetic  pull of his cock too strong for me to resist it. Not that I want to  resist it, anyway. In fact, it's just the opposite.

Opening my mouth, I stop stroking him and close my eyes as I wrap my  lips around the tip of his cock. Sucking softly, I let the salty taste  of his pre-cum flood through me and, before I know it, I'm rolling my  fingers down his cock. Going all the way down, doing my best to fit it  all inside my mouth, I only stop when I feel its head pressed against  the back of my throat.

Moving my mouth back, I grab him by the root of his cock and start a  pendulum motion, my mouth and hand moving as one. I keep my eyes closed  as I bob my head up and down, Austin's warmness filling me up  completely. As I feel his cock pressing down on my tongue, I can't help  but imagine how it must feel to have him between my legs, his shaft  stretching my inner walls as it goes deep inside my pussy …  He fits in my  mouth, but would he fit inside my pussy? Hm.

"That's so good," Austin groans, slightly thrusting upward and driving  his cock deep into my mouth. Tangling his fingers on my hair, he forces  me to stop my bobbing motion and then takes charge of the whole  situation, his thrusts growing rhythmic and constant. He fucks my mouth  eagerly, pistoning his cock into me as if he were doing it to my pussy …   At least that's the comparison my mind comes up with, the wetness  between my thighs aching to feel his throbbing thickness stretching my  insides wide.

Austin keeps on thrusting and only a slight spasm runs through his cock,  and then he slows down. Realizing that's my cue, I resume my bobbing  motion, this time applying a kind of unbridled fury to my movements. I  suck on him fast and hard, mercilessly driving him to the edge of  pleasure and throwing him off it.         

     



 

Pulsing once more against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, I taste  his precum again and I know that he's close. So close that my insides  are already clenching with anticipation. Using one hand to caress his  balls, I roll them over my fingers as I force my neck to keep working  past exhaustion, my mouth moving up and down his length.

"Fuck, I'm gonna --" he starts to say, but he never finishes his  sentence. Instead of words, he offers me his warm cum: his cock erupts  inside of me in a heartbeat and, thrusting upward once more, he starts  gushing his load into my mouth. I keep still as he does it, allowing his  seed to fill my mouth; except, instead of cumming like a normal human  being, Austin seems to have gallons of semen inside of him. He fills up  my mouth in a couple of seconds, and his cum starts dripping out of my  mouth, thick beads of it sliding down my chin and tainting my skin.

I don't dare to move as he gives me his load, and I only unwrap my lips  from his cock when I feel the dying spasms of his cock. Slowly sitting  up, I look him in the eyes and grin, fully knowing that my mouth is a  wet glistening mess.

"C'mere," he whispers and, giving me no time to react, he grabs me by  the hair and pulls me into him. Our mouths touch a fraction of a second  later, and I offer no resistance as he parts my lips with the tip of his  tongue, sliding it inside my mouth and rolling it around his own load.  Our tongues dance in an ocean of cum, and we keep on doing it for God  knows how long, time just a meaningless construct.

When Austin finally pulls back, his own lips are glistening, and a few  drops of cum trail down his chin. With a wicked grin on my lips, I lean  into him and reach for these drops with the tip of my tongue, scooping  them up softly. Locking eyes with him once again, I swallow all the cum  still inside my mouth, and without a moment's hesitation, he does the  same, his Adam's apple bobbing as his own semen makes its way down his  throat.

"This was --"

"Insane," he finishes my sentence, looking at me as if he had never seen a woman in his life.

"It was," I whisper, and that's when I feel the purr of the engine  becoming softer. "Oh, fuck," I say, looking out the window and realizing  that we're already outside my apartment building. Frantically looking  for my thong, I pick it up from the floor and slide it up my legs.  Moving quickly, I grab a tissue out of my purse (it pays to be prepared)  and wipe my face with it.

"This was fun," I tell him, biting down on my lower lip as I reach for the handle of the door.

"Where are you going?" he asks me with one hard breath, reaching for me  and curling his fingers around my wrist, stopping me from opening the  door.

"Where do you think? I'm going home," I tell him with a grin, fully  knowing that what we just did wasn't enough to sate his hunger.

"We're not done," he tells me, lowering his voice and looking at me with  an expectant look. I know what he wants, and he isn't getting it.  Raising my hand, I wiggle it in front of his face, showing him the large  diamond ring on my finger.

"I'm saving myself for marriage. I'm a traditional woman."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," he whispers, peeling his fingers  off my hand and looking at me with an expression of disbelief. "Don't  tell me you're a --"

"Yes, I am," I tell him before he finishes his sentence. "No man in  DC-or anywhere else for that matter-has ever fucked me." It's the truth,  despite my assignments and operations, all of which involved seducing  men, I'm still a virgin. What can I say? I just haven't found the right  man. Sure, it's a cliché, but it doesn't make it any less true.

"No man has ever fucked you … " he repeats, disbelief spreading to his  tone of voice. Then, as if remembering something, his face lights up  with a grin. "Well, no man's ever been President at 35 either, Ashley.  I'm a man who likes challenges."

"Good. Because you've never had a challenge like me," I tell him and,  with that, I reach for the door and open it. Before he has the time to  stop me, I step onto the sidewalk and start walking toward my apartment  building's entrance.

President Player-oh, if only the press knew exactly how much the name fits him.





13





Washington Beat





On A Date With The President …





From the desk of Margie Preston  –  our intrepid and daring political reporter.



Handcuff me to the bed and spank me till I pass out, if the President of  the United States and his new fiancée didn't just wow the entire jaded  Washington establishment with their ‘date night'.



I mean, if the pictures that the press took that have been going viral  all over social media today haven't melted your heart and made you  believe in the power of transcendental love then either you're dead or  just a hater of democracy. I mean we had the most powerful man in the  free world holding the door open for a lady. Nuzzling her on the neck  during dinner. Putting his hand on the small of her back. Holding her  hand as she crossed the street. Gazing into her eyes as they make plans  for forever.



How is this not affecting people? How is Senator Bob Walker still out  there dismissing this President as all talk when he says he's going to  clear the cave? The President can clear my cave, that's for damn sure.  And then he can park his Python in there anytime he wants, I'll tell you  what.



If you're rolling your eyes, allow me to explain my rather unorthodox style of commentary on this one.



I've seen a lot of Presidents come and go. I've seen them come in, do  their thing, pass their laws, spin the media, play up to their bases,  and then leave town. Sometimes they get along well with Congress, and  sometimes Congress ends up investigating them. But never in all my days  have I seen a President who comes to Washington and then does everything  that he said he was going to do. And enjoys himself as he does so.  Let's not kid ourselves here, folks. President Austin Bain is having the  time of his life. And now that he's engaged, it's clear he's having a  blast. How many other Presidents actually enjoyed the job?



Contrast this to Senator Bob Walker. I have spies in his office and you  know what they told me the other day? The latest rumor going around  Washington is that Ashley Draper is a virgin. As in has never had sex  with any man before. But they're covering it up and not making a big  deal of it. Why?



Because if the public found out, they might be more inclined to support  President Bain than they are now. And polls show that the public loves  Ashley Draper and Austin Bain.



See the kind of jadedness that makes people vote for those who say this city is broken?



But look how much of a non-issue the President has made it.



And that's important, because while we might call him President Player  and what not, we're seeing the man for the first time in the company of a  woman he truly loves. And it's telling what we see. We see a good,  kind, chivalrous man. And no matter the political party, you take a  strong man who has all these qualities and you make him the leader of a  nation, the country can't help but to prosper.