Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(141)

And that's exactly what happens; a few quick jabs from my tongue and I  feel every muscle in her body tightening up, a whispered moan of  pleasure bouncing off the walls of the room. The sound of her voice  caresses my eardrums and travels all the way up to my brain, making me  lose whatever fucking self-control I still had in me.         

     



 

Her body is still trembling when I push her off of me; she falls on the  mattress with her stomach down, and I go on my knees behind her. I take  one second to look at her perfect shape, the curves of her body calling  to me. Gritting my teeth, I feel my cock desperate to fuck her, but  everything in due time.

I inch closer to her, and grabbing her thong, I pull on it as harshly as  I can, against her outer thigh. The sound of ripping fabric comes  immediately after, and I throw her torn underwear to the floor. I place  my hands on her ass, squeezing and grabbing, and then I smack her as  hard as I can with the back of my open hand. A muffled cry of pleasure  reaches me, and I look down, seeing her with her head buried against the  pillow, trying to silence her need to moan.

This isn't exactly the smartest thing we could be doing, fucking while  my father is asleep on his own bed …  But what the fuck, it's not like  he's going to find out about us anytime soon. He's probably happy to  have the bed all to himself.

I don't fucking get it; how can my father marry a woman like Jocelyn  just to keep her trapped in a marriage like theirs? Sure, he might be  fucking gay, but what the fuck? To keep a woman like this without sex  should be fucking illegal. Fuck it; if my father is happy to have his  bed all to himself right now, I'm also happy to have his wife all to  myself, as fucked up as that may sound. Yes, I said it. I couldn't be  happier to be fucking my own stepmother. Fucking sue me.

I lay on top of her, one hand moving under her body and grabbing one  breast while I position my cock against her ass. My fingers gently  playing with her hard rosy nipple, I place my lips against her ear.

"How bad do you want it?" I whisper, pressing my cock between her ass  cheeks. She immediately starts to thrust back, grinding and stroking me  with her cheeks. "Tell me."

"Bad," she murmurs, turning her head to the side. "I want it so bad, Lance."

"Are you sure?" I tease her, grabbing my shaft with one hand and  pressing it down, moving it between her thighs so that my tip is  brushing against her wet folds. I have to take a deep breath so that I  don't thrust right away. It takes all my fucking willpower just to keep  talking. "I'm not hearing you beg."

"Please … " she mutters, struggling to get the words out. "Please …  I want  you to fuck me. I need you to." I oblige, pleasure washing over me. But I  don't go all the way in. I only feed one inch into her pussy, her folds  hugging the tip of my cock as she tries to thrust her hips back.  "Please …  I need you inside of me. Fuck me …  As hard you can," she purrs,  each of her words feeling like someone is driving a fucking knife  through my heart. I can't resist this anymore. No fucking way. Teasing  time is over.

I grit my teeth and thrust hard, my shaft burying itself deep inside of  her. I go all the way in, closing my eyes as I feel the warm embrace of  her pussy. My hands are on her ass, grabbing it as I start to rock my  hips against her. She has her mouth on the pillow once more, moaning  against it as I thrust. The sound of her muffled voice caresses my  eardrums like a spell, and I feel my rational mind shutting down. My  mind goes blank, and my fucking thought process turns into incoherent  whispers of decadent lust.

I don't even bother with building up the fucking rhythm: I go hard right  from the start, my thighs slapping her ass as my cock fucking ravages  her. My shaft goes in and out of her incessantly, beads of sweat  starting to pool on my forehead; I just fucking ignore them and keep  moving, fucking her as if I had never been with a woman like her. And  it's true; I've fucked my way through countless, nameless women …  But  I've never found someone like her. Never.

Maybe it has something to do with the fucking age difference; after all  she's much older than I am …  Older and fucking delicious, that is. Or  maybe it has to do with the fact that she's married to my fucking  father. Whatever. I don't give a fuck about the fucking why; all that  matters is that she's here, her pussy aching for my cock.

"Oh, God … " she moans, turning her head to the side and grabbing at the  sheets. "Please, don't …  Don't stop!" she cries, breathing loudly through  her gritted teeth. I do exactly what she fucking asked me, and I keep  fucking her until her pussy tightens around my cock like a fucking vice.  Her muscles start to twitch, and I feel the delicate, and yet violent,  spasms of her pussy around my shaft. I remain in place as she burns in  pleasure, only sliding my cock out when I notice her breathing returning  to normal.

Rolling to the side, I lie on my back and turn to her, placing my hands  on her waist and pulling her into me. Moving with fast cat-like  movements, she climbs on top of me, straddling me while she grabs my  cock with both of her hands. I have to hold my breath and close my eyes  so that I don't come right here and now. Somehow, I manage to resist.

"You can't go," she whispers, her eyes locked on mine. Her lips are  slightly parted, an expression of anxiety on her face. I feel the  fucking gears inside my head starting to turn as I try to decode her  words.

"What?" I ask, having no idea about what's she fucking talking about all  of a sudden. I'm not going anywhere; you'd have to fucking drag me out  of the bed for me to leave right now.

"Europe …  Don't go."

"Why not … ?" Europe, so that's fucking it. Of course.

"Because if you go … " She raises her hips slightly, angling my cock so  that my glans is rubbing against her pussy lips. "Then who's going to  take care of you like this?" She continues to rub my tip against her  pussy, moving it up and down with slow teasing movements. I can feel  desire fucking pulsing through me, my cock straining against the grip  she has on it. "If you leave, then you won't be able to be in me like  this any longer." As she speaks, she lowers herself over my cock,  allowing one inch to slide inside of her.

She's getting back to me, fucking teasing me just like I did before …   But, in a sense, this isn't teasing at all. Although her voice is  honeyed and sensuous, her words couldn't be any more fucking honest. If I  leave, there's no Jocelyn anymore …  No more of her body, of her pussy  and tits. No more mind bending orgasms, and no more of that tender  warmness I feel inside my fucking chest whenever she looks at me...

I thrust upward, trying to ram my cock deep inside of her, but she resists.

"No," she says, a commanding tone in her voice. She's fucking torturing  me and she knows it. "If you have to leave, maybe we should stop right  now …  It would only make it harder for you, to remember how it feels to  have your cock in my tight pussy."

She has a point in everything she's saying, but it's not like it's going  to make me stop now. I hook my fingers on her hips and pull her down as  hard as I can, thrusting upward at the same time. My cock pushes past  her folds, and straining against her inner walls, goes all the way in.  Jocelyn throws her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders as  she sighs heavily.

I reach for her breasts, squeezing them both as we start to rock our  bodies against one another. She places her hands on top of mine, making  me grab her harder; swaying her hips wildly, she then takes the lead and  rides me as if this is the last time she's going to be with a man. My  cock nestled deep inside of her pussy, I close my eyes as I feel her  body moving, my hands going down from her breasts to her ass. I slap her  cheeks-once, twice-and then I squeeze them both as hard as I can,  moving my hips upward and trying to match her movements.

It only takes a few seconds for the motion of our bodies to match,  almost as if we were one. She leans into me then, locks of her hair  brushing against my chest, and presses her lips against mine. We kiss as  if our mouths were drawn to fit in one another, our tongues dancing in  circles as I start to thrust harder.

"You're not getting rid of me this easily," I whisper into her ear,  suddenly realizing that I can't just pack up and leave to Europe. Not  now …  Not after Jocelyn. It's dark, and all I can see is the vague  outline of her figure, but I can feel her smile. A wide one. A happy  one. She starts riding me harder, moaning louder as if she didn't care  any longer if my fucking father hears us. "I'm staying," I say, this  time out loud. I'm saying it to her as much as I'm saying it to myself.  I'm actually staying, and I've decided this with my cock twelve fucking  inches deep inside of her.