Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(136)

My heart thrashes inside my chest as he says it, and my pussy almost  bursts like a dam. I become so wet that I start to feel even my dress  becoming damp. And no, I'm not exaggerating.

"I can't wait to see what you have in store for me," I tell him as he  pushes me back against the seat, sliding his fingers under my dress; he  pulls me into him, crushing his mouth into mine. We kiss in abandonment,  Lance's tongue brushing against my lips and cleaning it dry of the  drops of cum still hanging there. His hands keep going up my legs, and  he slides them under my body, cupping my ass cheeks harshly as he gently  bites on my neck.

"Keep it hard for me, baby," I whisper into his ear, grabbing his cock  and stroking. I didn't need to worry, he's still as hard as concrete.  Even though I've teased him to no end and forced him to cum inside of my  mouth, he's still hard! And he didn't even need five seconds to rest  and recuperate. Oh, the world does belong to the young ones, it seems...

His fingers rub my ass cheeks, his thumbs going over my crack and  pulling at my thong. With his hands over my underwear, he forces his way  around my waist, bunching up the fabric of my dress, and plants one  hand right over my pussy and thong. I'm so wet that his fingers slip  over my crotch, as if I'm covered in oil. Pressing his open palm there,  he rubs it against me until I throw my head back and start moaning hard.

He takes his hand out for one quick second, just the amount of time  necessary for him to push my dress up to my waist. As his fingers brush  against my skin, I feel them wet and slippery, completely covered in my  juices.

Once more, he presses hard against my pussy, and I start stroking him in  a backhanded motion, my hand moving over his length almost too  clumsily.

My eyes are closed, so I don't see him leaning into me-all that I feel  are his lips wrapping themselves tightly around my nipples and sucking  hard on them, one hand of his cupping my breasts and pulling at them.

I don't know how that's even possible, but I'm becoming even wetter. I  can already feel my fluids dripping down my inner thighs; such is the  mess my loins are in.

I moan in anticipation as he starts tugging on my dress, pushing it down  my legs in a hurry; I kick it off, lying back against the seat just in  my completely drenched thong. Exactly the way he likes it, I bet.

He grabs my ass, squeezing hard while he pulls at the small string that  covers it. He pulls and tugs at the part of my thong that goes around my  thighs, slowly sending it down on one side and then on the other. Soon  enough, only a small wet patch of fabric is covering my pussy.

Lance goes from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking, and taking  his time with my tits. I grab his head and force him to suck on my  nipples harder, the flesh in my breasts molding to the pressure of his  mouth. Softly, he pulls on my right nipple with his teeth, biting on it  with a kind of careful and tender pressure. My mind stabbed by pleasure,  he finally starts to softly kiss his way down to my belly, going to his  knees like I did before. There, he takes his time, kissing around my  waist as if that un-tanned line of skin marked border territory. But  eventually he goes over it, his lips seductively kissing my groins. I'm  fighting hard not to thrust my pussy against his face, but if he had the  mental fortitude to resist me, I can do the same.

Or, well, I can try.

Pulling me into him with his hands on my ass, he presses his mouth over  the small patch of thong that still covers me, sucking eagerly over my  pussy. I can't help but sway my hips as he does it, knowing that my  out-of-control wetness is now on his lips and tongue, and that my most  secret scents and flavors are now his to taste.

He opens his mouth and slowly closes it, as if he's trying to devour my  pussy; then, suddenly becoming tired of not having me completely naked,  he bites on my thong and pulls it down my legs with his teeth, rubbing  his hands up and down my side.

I look at him, his cock still proudly standing between his legs, waiting  for its turn to ravish me. I feel his eyes crawling all over me,  enjoying every valley, hill, and curve of my body, mentally ravaging  every single inch of me.

He takes his thumb and presses it just one inch above my clit, applying  downward pressure, and I feel that electric tingle coursing through me. I  don't even understand how he can possibly know my body so well. Even I,  alone in my bedroom and having some me time, can't touch myself the way  he's doing right now. Someone as young as him shouldn't have this kind  of experience …  But he has, and I'm the luckiest woman around.

He continues rubbing my clit, all while stretching his fingers and  brushing one of them gently between my pussy lips in a coming and going  motion. I slowly move my hips in his direction, barely able to control  myself; he just applies a bit more pressure on my clit and I stop  immediately, my whole body feeling an intense current of electricity  running through every single fiber in it.

I can't control myself. It's impossible to resist while he tortures me like this.

I grab his wrist with one hand, and I push it against my pussy, trying  to force him to do anything-press against it, finger me, lick me.  Anything! I need him; I need his body …  Fingers, mouth, cock-I need  everything in him.

But he's strong, and no matter how much strength I apply, his hand  doesn't budge. He simply looks up at me, grinning as if he knows exactly  the kind of maddening torture he's putting me through.

"If you want my cock, you'll have to wait," he tells me, and I almost  want to scream in frustration. The good kind of frustration, of course. I  know that the more he tortures me, the more I'm going to explode, but I  just don't want to wait. Like a kid on Christmas, I don't want to wait  until it's midnight to unwrap my presents. I want it now, all of it!

"Lance …  I … " I stammer, running my hands through his hair back and forth,  summoning whatever endurance there's in me to resist his touch.

"What do you want me to do?" he asks, slowly stroking my clit as he looks up at me. "Tell me."

I look at him, but my mind is completely blank. What do I want him to  do? How about everything? He jumps in to help me then, that grin full of  mischievousness dancing on his lips.

"Maybe I should do this … ?" He leans into me, and without touching me  with his mouth, he simply lets his tongue press right over my clit. The  muscles in my legs tighten and I start pulling at his hair, not knowing  what to do. "Or maybe this?" He slides one inch of his finger inside of  me, and I immediately try to thrust my hips upward so that he goes all  the way in. "Someone's very, very eager..."

I pant as he slides his finger all the way in, curling it in a hooking  motion and stroking somewhere inside my pussy that makes sparks fly  behind my eyelids. With his finger nestled there, he simply rubs it  against my insides; he leans into me, his lips wrapped tight around my  clit, dancing with it as he flicks his tongue in precise maddening  motions.

I'm trying hard not to moan, but it's getting harder to resist. Really hard.

Sucking while his tongue laps at my clit, he starts rubbing with his  finger faster, and I can feel my insides boiling and clenching. I'm  pulling at his hair desperately and, thank the gods, he has eased his  hold on me and now I can sway my hips freely. I place my legs over his  shoulders, locking him in place and reeling him in while I press his  face against my pussy, rubbing myself against him, my mind completely  devoid of any semblance of rationality. In this precise moment, I'm just  existing.

One harder flick of his tongue against my clit and a thunderstorm  consumes my mind. I pull him into my pussy so hard that I can even feel  his teeth against my flesh, and I come just like that. My whole body  trembles as I thrust at him, goose bumps all over my skin.

He pulls back, leaving only his finger inside; instead of taking it out  as I come, he keeps on fingering me without mercy. My whole body is  trembling and there's a violent pressure mounting on my insides.  Something inside of me is clenching and I try and grab Lance's hand; he  looks up at me, a grin on his face, and redoubles his efforts.         

     



 

"Lance, I think I'm … " I think I'm what? I don't even know what I'm  feeling! But, judging by the look on his face, he knows exactly what  he's doing. I grit my teeth, close my eyes and …  Oh God, what is this? My  whole body is contracting, and it seems as if I'm about to explode.  Really explode.

And that's exactly what happens.

My pussy clenches around his finger and an orgasm spreads through me  like a flood. And I mean that quite literally; I'm gushing! I'm …  I'm  squirting! Oh, God, I really am squirting, and in a way I never thought  was even possible. The pleasure is so intense I feel all of my muscles  burning. More than three decades in me and I never experienced anything  like this. Warm fluids shoot out of my pussy and drip down my folds,  pooling between my thighs on the leather seat.