Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(129)

My fingers turn into claws and I hook them in his buttocks as I come;  driven by instinct, I bite down on the tender flesh of his neck, my  whole body twitching from the sudden orgasm. He keeps going, sliding his  finger in and out of me, without even allowing me to catch my breath.  Stopping for one second only, he uses it to grab my thong and pushes it  down my legs; he then does the same with my skirt, leaving me naked  against the wall. He takes one step back, his hungry eyes wandering over  my body, and I shudder in anticipation. It's amazing what two people  can do in such a tight space.

"You look even more beautiful than I imagined … " He says, a hungry smile dawning on his face. "I can't wait to taste you."

"Then don't," I tell him with a wicked grin, anxious to feel his mouth  against my wetness. Leaning in, he starts kissing my neck, his lips  tracing a downward line over my body. I feel his mouth between my  breasts, and then his lips wrap themselves tight around one nipple.  Arching my back, I let a low moan tumble out of my lips as his mouth  moves down to my stomach, laying gentle kisses over my navel as it  continues its downward trajectory.

Much in the same way I did before, he goes to his knees, his mouth  dangerously close to my pussy. He starts to kiss my inner thighs,  teasing me mercilessly as I squirm. God, I want to feel his mouth on my  pussy, his tongue on my clit …  I want him to eat me, to devour me as if I  were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his whole life.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and reel him in, forcing him to press  his mouth against my wetness, his tongue lapping at my clit eagerly. I  lift one leg up and place it over his shoulder, allowing him to easily  fit his head between my thighs. Opening his mouth wide, he sucks my  drenched folds, taking my juices in his mouth as his tongue starts to  jab at me, parting my inner lips and sliding in and out at a maddening  pace.

I rest my hands on his, feeling dazed by the way he moves his head.  Grabbing locks of stray hair, I keep pulling him into me violently while  I thrust my hips against his face, rubbing my pussy all over his mouth.  Relishing it, he redoubles his efforts, sucking and licking in a way  that turns a never ending sequence of hushed moans into a long drawn out  one. I have to bite my lips and remember where I am, trying to focus so  that I don't moan louder than I can. I'm actually surprised I haven't  lost all semblance of self-control. But I'm close …  Really close.

The moment he focuses on my clit, his lips wrapped around it as he  presses down with his tongue, my whole body shakes as I come. I pull on  his hair as hard as I can, throwing my head back as I grit my teeth,  suppressing a wild scream of savage pleasure.

I'm still shaking when he slides two fingers inside of me, moving them  in and out in a matching rhythm to that of his tongue. He's not even  eating me out; he's fucking me with his mouth. And it feels so right …   After months of frustration, this seems like Heaven on Earth.

I don't even know how it's possible, but the first orgasm still hasn't  died and I'm already coming again, cresting the peak of pleasure's  mountains as my body is consumed by burning intense pleasure. My limbs  are flailing and I've lost all control of my body. I'm like a puppet,  carnal pleasure pulling the strings and guiding me toward another  dimension …  One where only ecstasy matters.

Guided by the desire to achieve that carnal transcendence, I take my  hands to his face and make him look at me, locking my eyes on his.

"I need you in me. Right now," I tell him, the tone of my voice a  commanding one. Lucky for me, I don't have to command or beg; he's ready  to give me what I want right now. He goes to his feet, a devilish grin  on his lips.

"You don't need to ask. There's nothing that I want more," he says,  pressing his body against mine. He grabs his cock with one hand and  presses its thick head against my inner lips; gently swaying his hips,  he rubs his glans against me, my body and mind buzzing with excitement  as I bury my fingernails in his back. With my fingers acting like hooks,  I motion for him to thrust, to pierce me with his cock and fuck me like  I've never been fucked before. But he takes his time; he keeps on  gently rubbing his cock against me, never allowing it to go more than a  few centimeters inside of me.

"Why are you trying to tease me?" I whisper into his ear. "You're just  teasing yourself, Lance …  You want that cock inside of me as bad as I  do."

"I do," he whispers, and then, the whole world explodes. He thrusts  violently, his thick shaft sliding inside of me with one single stroke  and scorching all of my nerve endings. His cock stretches my inner walls  as it goes, making me wonder about how it's possible to have something  so huge inside of me. I might not be young anymore, but I still pride  myself on having a pussy as tight as a virgin.

He starts ramming it inside of me harshly, his fingers going down my  back and nestling under my buttocks. He pulls me up and into him,  lifting me off from the floor, and I lock my legs around his back. With  my arms over his shoulders, I pull him in and make him move even more  viciously, each thrust of his like a stab of pure pleasure, a  mind-numbing high that would put any kind of drug to shame. In fact,  just two thrusts and I'm already an addict. I've always been partial to  big cocks, that's true, but with Lance it feels like this is my first  time …  I mean, is there anything better than experiencing something like  this? Even if it's as wrong as original sin. Oh, screw that-this being  forbidden makes it even better.

Rocking his body against mine in a back and forth motion, our bodies  fuse into one, our muscles moving as if we are part of the same  machinery. My brain is working overtime trying to process all the  information that my nerve endings send it, but it's almost impossible;  there's a limit to how much pleasure I can handle.

It doesn't take long for me to come again, my pussy tightening around  his cock as I claw at his back. I do it hard, my fingernails sliding  across his skin with enough strength to draw blood. A grin dawns on my  lips as I imagine how he's going to look after I'm done with him. When  he looks into the mirror tonight, he's going to have the memories of  what we're doing here etched right into his skin. He'll remember how he  fucked his own stepmother, how she moaned into his ear...         

     



 

A violent scream climbs up my throat and I purse my lips, throwing my  head back against the wall as I order my brain to keep my mouth shut. I  have to watch myself. We're in a public dressing room. Even so, I can't  stop a moan from escaping into the cool air of the room, my body burning  up with orgasmic violence.

I tremble, shiver, and twitch, all of me burning in ecstasy.

"I like hearing you moan," he whispers against my ear, his lips  seductively brushing against my skin. "Makes everything even better."

"Then why don't you make me moan louder?" I tease him, no actually  knowing if I can survive this. Have I ever felt this much pleasure? If a  moan like that escapes my lips, will security be knocking on the  dressing room door?

"Oh …  Don't worry, we're just starting."

He pulls back, my skin prickling as I feel his cock sliding out, and  puts me down. With a grin on his lips, he places his hands on my waist  and turns me around. I place my hands against the wall, shoulder height,  and jut my ass back at him. His hands run down my side and he moves  them over the curve of my ass, grabbing my buttocks hard. He presses his  body against mine, the warmness of his skin spreading through me; with  his cock firmly pressed between my buttocks, I start rocking my body,  grinding against his cock.

I exhale sharply, ready for what's to come; I reach for his cock and,  grabbing it, push it down. Placing the tip against my folds, I let go  and place my hand back on the wall.

He eases into me gently, my pussy resting against the tip of his erect  cock. As he moves, I have to grit my teeth as he pierces me, my inner  walls once again accommodating his long thickness. When he's in me to  the hilt, he starts to move with a slow and gently rhythm. But I don't  want to move slowly. I want to go fast. I want to go furious. I start  jutting my ass back, moving my hips with a ferocity I didn't know I had  in me.

"Harder … " I tell him harshly. "Fuck me harder …  I'm your stepmother, do  what I tell you to," I find myself saying, not even capable of filtering  my own words.

"Bossy … " he whispers with a smile. He starts fucking me hard all the  same, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me in as he thrusts, my  mind almost destroyed by the intensity of his thrusts. My back arches as  I succumb to the hard sway of his hips, my body sandwiched between a  man that's half a decade my junior and a slab of concrete, no escape  possible. And, really, why would I want an escape? He should be the one  wondering about escaping, because I'm not letting him go anywhere-at  least not until my body is utterly and completely spent, that is.