Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(124)

We sit in silence for a long while, simply staring at the TV-there, a  half-naked young Keanu Reeves is kissing Charlize Theron. Even though  I've already watched it when I was younger, the name of the movie simply  alludes. Then, suddenly remembering it, I squeal like a young girl,  grabbing Lance's arm.

"Oh, I love this movie …  Sweet November!" I lay down on the couch, placing both my legs across Lance's lap.

"Never saw it," he responds, smiling as he sets his forearms across my  legs. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his skin on mine, but I try  and push forbidden thoughts to the back of my mind, tucking them away.  It's harder than it seems, though.

"You should," I respond, grabbing the remote and pulling the movie back  to the beginning. "And you will," I add with a grin. Oh, God, what am I  doing?

"You're really making me watch a romantic comedy?" he asks, raising one eyebrow playfully.

"Of course," I tell him. "And it's not a romantic comedy …  It's a drama,  actually." I'm speaking, but I can barely hear my own voice. All that I  can think about is that I'm on the couch with Lance, and we have the  house completely to ourselves.

"Oh, even better," he says, rolling his eyes with a smile. I sit up  briefly, flexing my abs to punch him lightly on the shoulder, my heart  tightening as I feel the hard contour of his bicep, and then turn my  attention to the TV. I lay there as the opening credits roll by,  suddenly feeling extremely self-aware of the fact that my legs are  sitting on Lance's lap. He has his hands resting on them, his long  fingers spread over my tanned skin …  Thank God I changed into shorts when  I got home... Oh, what am I saying? Pull yourself together, Jocelyn!

Easier said than done, of course. The warmness of his fingers spreads up  my legs and into my thighs, and I start breathing harder. Slightly  moving his fingers, Lance starts massaging the muscles in my upper legs,  rolling his hands back and forth over my skin. His touch is an innocent  one-at first-but I start to grow wet all the same, my whole body  burning from the inside out. There's just no way I can control it, so  don't try to blame me.

"That feels good," I purr, smiling at Lance. He looks at me, his hands  still moving back and forth, massaging my legs, driving me completely  insane …  "You sure know how to use your hands."

"You have no idea," he replies, and I can't help but imagine his fingers  crawling up my leg, brushing against the growing wetness between my  thighs.

"Maybe I do," I tell him, slightly parting my legs and allowing his  fingers to slide over and above my knees. My mind is burning, and I can  already feel my thong growing damp.

When I move my legs over his lap, my mouth turns dry as I feel Lance's  hard cock-it's tenting his pants and pushing against my legs, making my  insides burn even more fiercely. I want to look at him, to let my eyes  wander down to his crotch, but I still myself; I don't dare do it,  afraid of what might happen, so I keep my eyes glued to the TV. By now,  all I see is a blur in front of me. My brain is busy with trying to  picture his cock, imagining how it would feel rolling down my lips...

My eyes might be frozen in place, but I can't say the same about the  rest of my body. I move my legs again, opening them even more as I lift  my knees and rest my feet over his lap. My heart is racing now, my feet  so close to his crotch that all I need to do is move them an inch to  feel his hardness. I almost feel nauseous, rationality and desire locked  into a bloody fight inside my brain. Whatever it is that's happening  here, I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to stop it. Or if I'm going  to want to stop it.

While I'm struggling internally, Lance's fingers keep massaging my legs,  drawing closer to my inner thighs with each passing second. My  unconscious pulling the strings of my body, I part my legs wide,  allowing Lance's hands to start rubbing the tanned skin on inner thighs,  his fingers pressed on the line where the hem of my shorts and skin  meet. My God, I'm so wet right now. My fingers twitch slightly, and I  almost grab his hand and press it against my pussy-somehow, I manage to  restrain myself, my heart on the verge of bursting.

His fingers go just one inch above the hem of my shorts, and my feet  start moving as if they have a mind of their own, rubbing Lance's leg  over his jeans, much in the same way he's doing to me. My feet roam  dangerously close to his crotch, but he says nothing. Neither of us  wants to be the one to break, but if we keep going like this …  It's going  to happen, sooner or later.

I'm aching to let my feet move just an inch upward, to feel his hard  cock pushing against me …  More than anything I have ever wanted in my  life, I want to do it. Take a hold of yourself, Jocelyn, I hear the  voice of reason whispering at me. Get out now! It continues, act your  age! Lance is young, and young boys can't control themselves, but you  can, Jocelyn. You can.

Look, I know, I know: he's my stepson, and he's fifteen years my junior.  I know all that. But after so long without feeling a man's cock getting  hard for me …  After so long without feeling someone burning with desire  for me... There's only so much that I can resist. But I need to do the  right thing, and I need to do it now: I grit my teeth and try to command  my body to move, to get out of the couch. For a split second, I almost  think I'll be able to do it, but at the last moment, what my body does  is allow my feet to brush against the steel-hard shape under Lance's  jeans.         

     



 

Do you know why people fear heights? It's not because they're afraid of  falling; it's because they're afraid of jumping down, the pull of the  abyss too much for them. And that's exactly what I'm going through in  this exact moment, but there's no fear anymore, because I've already  jumped down. Like I said, the pull of the abyss can be overwhelming.  Especially when the abyss looks so irresistible.

I let my feet wander over to his crotch and I hold my breath as I feel  his thick shape straining against the rough fabric of his jeans.  Remembering to breathe again, I use both my feet to gently press down on  his erection, softly rubbing on it. I move them in a back and forth  motion, massaging his cock and feeling it pulse against me. I can hear  the distant whisper of rationality inside of me, but I'm too far gone to  listen to it. I'm all out of brakes now - and I'm on a collision course  with sin.

Lance says nothing for a long while, his fingers still moving over my  inner thighs, but I feel his muscles brimming up with tension. Finally  turning to me, he cuts through the silent tension, his words coming at  me heavy and coiled.

"What are we doing?" he says, his eyes on mine. I have no idea what we're doing, but I know what I want to do right now.

Run, run, I hear that little whisper inside of me. Leave now while you still can.

Without saying a word, I take my feet out from his lap, my eyes never leaving his.

Go now, the whisper continues. Go now and don't look back.

But it's already too late. I lean over to Lance, and pressing my lips against his ear, I purr.

"Can you keep a secret?"





98





Lance





"Can you keep a secret?" Jocelyn asks me, and I see a wicked gleam of  desire running through her eyes. It takes all my concentration to not  cum in my pants right there with her body straddling my lap. Her pussy  rubbing itself on my erection.

I nod my head, unsure of what else to say.

Before I know what's happening, Jocelyn leans forward. I can smell her perfume and my nostrils flare up.

She's looking directly at me. But as she's looking she's using one hand  and all of a sudden I feel her trace the outline of my pulsing cock  through my jeans.

She begins to squeeze it lightly. Up and down. Until she reaches the  tip. She's like an expert shoe salesman. Only she's not. She's my dad's  new wife, and as much as I fucking hate him, she's still his wife. That  makes her my fucking stepmom.

But that's not enough for me to stop her. My cock throbs in sweet  pleasurable agony at this point and I can feel precum leaking out as  Jocelyn massages the tip through my jeans.

My eyes open in amazement at the sheer licentiousness of the situation  as she squeezes length of my shaft up to the top, where she runs her  palm around the head.

"Jesus, Lance," she says with a sharp intake of breath. "Your cock is huge. I've never known anyone that has a cock this big."

That's what they all say. Twelve fucking inches, remember? Twelve inches  that I told you if you had met me, you'd even want to put inside of  you.

I can't help it. I'm getting carried away in this situation. Lust is clouding my thoughts.

My face contorts into a nasty sneer of pride. "It's even bigger out of  it's jeans, baby," I say without thinking. It's not my stepmom in front  of me anymore. It could be any girl.

Although no girl could be as fucking hot as her.

"I could tell it was big," she says, drawing her words out in a breathy whisper. "Just not this big."