Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(15)

We hold each other's gaze for a moment, and then I lean into her slowly.  Our lips make gentle contract, just grazing that soft, delicate skin.

I detect the hint of a smile on her lips, and then she parts her mouth  and I slide my tongue inside of her warmth, basting it against her  tongue, as passion mounts.

I move my hand up to the base of her head, tangling my fingers in her  hair, and with a pent up lust, I yank her head back, kissing her deeply.

"You are unlike any woman I've ever met before  …  perfectly delicious," I whisper, pulling my mouth back from hers.

"You're pretty tasty yourself," she grins. "I could kiss you all night."

"You want this?" I tease, giving her a smile.

"Oh yes," she purrs and reaches out to me, slowly dragging her hands up the ridges of my chest.

"First things first," I say, teasingly. "Let's take a look at this cut."

She pouts her lips, but I delicately grab the ends of her shirt and pull  it up and over her head. My eyes travel the length of her body, as she  stands there, naked from the waist up, with only a bra, and I watch as  goose bumps ripple across her skin.

"You're cold," I say, placing my hands on her.

Immediately, the feel of her takes me back to memories of the limo-our  kiss, my hand on the inner softness of her thigh, my fingers traveling  up her legs until they were inside of her.

Just thinking about this makes my cock twitch, and I can feel it growing hard, pulsing and pushing on my boxer briefs.

But I try to shake it from my mind.

Now's not the time to be getting turned on. I have to stay focused on taking care of Ashley.

"I agree," I say, trying to bring myself back to reality. "The cut isn't  serious. But it does need to be cleaned and bandaged. Do you have a  first aid kit around here? Maybe just disinfectant and bandages?"

"I do," she replies. "It's just in this cupboard, over here-ouch."

I watch as she tries to lift her arm up above her head, and winces, quickly bringing it back down.

"Just stay still," I urge her, "I'll get it. No need to move."

I rummage through her cupboard until I find the small white box with a red cross. I open it and take out the provisions I need.

I take a bit of antibiotic cream and gently rub it into her cut, and  then place a bandage over it. She winces for a moment, and then smiles.

"Thank you doctor," she whispers into my ear. "But you know what I think?"

"What's that?" I smile.         

     



 

"I think you should kiss me and make me feel better," she purrs.

As she says this I realize that my connection for Ashley is deepening.

Of course, just one look and she turns me on quicker than a light switch, but it's more than that.

I care about this woman. About her safety, her well being.

That trepidation I felt in the beginning is dissolving, and I'm beginning to trust her.

I'm the fucking ruler of the free world. But I'm willing to give up everything for this woman.

What's happening to me?





17





Ashley





I'm tired of holding back. I've been holding back all of my life and now   …  now it's time to let go. The world has placed Austin in my path, and  I'd be a fool to let him go without surrendering to him. My mind and  soul demand it, and my body needs his. More than any other time in my  life, I know this is it. This is the man I must surrender to.

"I want you … " I find myself saying, my fingers grabbing at his shirt and  pulling him into me. "I need you," I continue, unbuttoning his shirt  button by button, my fingers slowly moving down the front of his shirt  and revealing the cut muscles on his chest.

He runs his fingers through my hair as I lean and rest my lips against  his pectorals, laying gentle kisses all over his skin. Tugging at his  shirt, I untuck it and then push it down his arms, allowing it to float  down to the floor.

"I want you too  …  so fucking bad, Ashley," he whispers against my ear as  I press my chest against his, my nipples hardening against the cups of  my bra.

"Then take me," I whisper back at him, my skin prickling as I feel his  fingers running up the side of my body. He reaches for the clasp of my  bra, right between my shoulder blades, and unhooks it; then, pushing its  straps down my arms, he leans in and kisses the rising curve of my  breasts. His lips slide down to the outer edge of my bra and, grabbing  it between his teeth, he pulls it down to reveal my rosy tips.

"Take me," I repeat once more, tangling my fingers in his hair and  pulling him into me harshly. Coming willingly, he parts his lips and  then wraps them around my hard nipple, taking it into his mouth and  running vicious circles around it with his tongue. He yanks the bra off  my body and, while he keeps sucking on my nipple, he cups both my tits  and squeezes them softly, my flesh shifting under the touch of his  fingers.

"I want that cock of yours," I continue, the words finding their way  into my mouth. I run my fingers over his back, moving them down until I  meet the hem of his pants. "I want to feel it inside my mouth … "  Stretching my fingers wide, I slide them under his pants and boxers,  closing my eyes as I feel his ass cheeks under the palm of my hands. "I  want to feel it inside my pussy …  I want to feel it everywhere," I moan  as he nibbles at my nipple, pulling it between two rows of pearly white  teeth.

"You can do whatever you want with my cock, Ashley," he replies, his  words like a maddening spell. Taking my hands off of his ass, I move  them over to his belt and hook my fingers on the buckle. I start  unbuckling it slowly, my eyes locking on his as he pulls back from my  breasts, flames of desire and lust flickering behind his smart eyes.

Pulling his belt out from its loops, I don't even blink as I let it fall  down to the floor and then undo the top button on his pants. Holding my  breath, I pull his fly down and flatten the palm of my hand against the  growing shape under his boxer briefs.

"Ever since I tasted your cock for the first time  …  I can't think of  anything else," I admit as I curl my fingers around its shape, feeling  its thickness pulse against me. "It's so  …  big," I breathe out, my chest  rising as I take a deep breath, imagining how it must feel to have  something so monstrous inside of me, stretching my virgin pussy wide...  Is it going to hurt? God, is it even going to fit?

"That makes two of us … " he says, cupping my tits and squeezing them  again. "Your pussy has driven me mad … " he continues, and I feel his cock  pulse wildly against my fingers, as if words were working in tandem  with the boiling blood rushing down to the huge member between his  thighs. "I want to taste it again, Ashley. I want to --"

I place one finger over his lips, hushing him, and offer him a sweet but devious smile.

"You can do anything you want," I purr, my heart tightening inside my  chest as I say it. "Anything you want … " With that, I let my knees buckle  under my weight and I lower my body, kneeling in front of him.

I run one fingertip over the length of his cock, measuring it, and then I  lean forward and tilt my head slightly. Opening my mouth, I rest it  against the shape of his cock and suck it over the fabric of his boxers,  closing my eyes as the wild desire to have him inside my mouth takes  over me.

I take my hands to his waist and, hooking my fingers on his boxer  briefs, I pull my head back. With a quick movement, I tug both his boxer  briefs and pants down, sending them to his ankles. His cock springs  free fast, slapping the back of my hand, and I feel lightheaded as I see  the size of his member in all of its glory. Seriously, how is something  so big going to fit inside my pussy?

"It's all yours, babe," he tells me, noticing the hungry look in my  eyes. He kicks off his shoes in a hurry and then, stepping out from his  pants and boxer briefs, he simply brushes them aside with his feet.

"All mine," I repeat, biting on my lower lip and reaching for his shaft  with my hand. I curl my fingers around it, its warmness spreading to my  skin, and I feel my pussy growing so wet that I'm almost afraid of  becoming dehydrated.

Slowly, I start moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft,  stroking him at a growing pace. I grow even wetter with each stroke of  my hand, my mind busy imagining how it must feel to have his cock  sliding in and out of me at the same rhythm with which I'm stroking him.  I never felt desire like this, a completely overwhelming urge to have a  man inside of me …  But we're not talking about just any man, are we?  We're talking about Austin, the most handsome man I've ever met.

Leaning in, I part my lips and rest them against the tip of his cock,  tasting his pre-cum and closing my eyes as I do it. Still stroking him, I  open my mouth as wide as I can and start rolling my lips down the  length of his shaft, only stopping when I feel the skin at the base of  his cock. With his long inches buried deep inside my mouth, I open my  eyes and look up at him, wanting to see the expression on his face as he  takes in the sight.