Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(151)

"Please," I mutter. I'm on the verge of begging now. Oh, I know it's  coming, but the wait has me knee deep in the insanity of lust. My  nipples are aching, the hard rosy tips screaming inwardly for release. I  don't know how much longer I'll be able to restrain myself. I'm tugging  at the sheets as harshly as I can, bunching them up in my hands as my  body squirms.

"Please? Begging already?" he asks me, and I can picture the wicked grin  I know he has on his delicious lips. "What is it that you want so  much?"

"I … " I start, but I have no idea on how to finish the sentence. What do I  want? Where do I even start, and is ‘I want it all' a valid answer?  Because I do want it all. I want to feel his lips wrapped around my  nipples, his tongue and fingers on my pussy, his cock over my tongue and  then sliding down my pussy. I want everything, and I want it now.

"You …  I want you. All of you," I finally manage to say, the words  falling off of my lips like the most genuine thing I have ever uttered.

"I'm right here," he says, slowly moving his fingertip over the curve of  my right breast. "You already have me." His finger hikes all the way  up, stopping just before it touches my nipple. I sigh again, almost  delirious as he starts to trace slow tortuous circles around my hard  tip.

"I bet no one ever made you come like this," Lance continues, his finger  inching closer to my nipple. His words sound like a promise, one  wrapped in sin and lust, one that I can't wait to see fulfilled. "One  touch and you'll be gone. Moaning. Begging for more."

"I want that …  I want it so much." The words leave my mouth in a hurry,  my voice quivering as if I were already moaning, and that's probably  because I'm really close to doing it. My muscles are tense, and it's  getting harder and harder to breathe. I can't focus or think clearly,  desire brimming in my mind and pushing out everything else. I'm on a  cliff of ecstasy, my feet dangling over the edge …  All I need is a push;  it doesn't matter how small.

"Do you?" he asks me, moving his lips down my neck.

"I do!" I say, my voice pregnant with urgency. "I do! Please."

It happens in half a heartbeat. He wraps his lips around one nipple,  pinching the other one between his fingers. He does it harshly, the  sudden harshness contrasting with the gentle torture of his teasing.         

     



 

It was the push I needed. I tumble over the edge. There's thunder and  lightning, and there's fire and chaos-all I know is that my mind has  exploded. Fire consumes my body before I can even process all of it.

"Oh God … " I moan. "Oh God!" My back is arched, my spine electrified by  the high voltage ecstasy running through it. Self-restraint goes out the  window and I let go of the sheets, holding Lance's head with both of my  hands, pressing him down and making him suck on my nipple as hard as he  can. He obliges, lapping at it with his tongue and pinching my other  nipple even more harshly.

My mouth is open wide as I try to breathe, my mind still reeling from  the sudden orgasm. Christ, how was this even possible? To come like  this …  I'm the older one here. I should be the one holding the bag of  surprises, not him! And still, in the brashness of his youth, Lance is  the one teaching me new tricks. I'm not complaining; it's fun to be a  student at my age, especially when the classroom is located between the  sheets.

"You were right … " I say, sighing, "No one has ever made me come like this."

"I know …  But what did I tell you about keeping still?" He snaps back,  moving fast and grabbing me by the wrists. He pins my arms against the  bed, and I bite my lower lip as he does it. "You didn't do what I told  you to."

"I didn't … " And now I can't wait for his punishment. "What are you going  to do about it?" Silence is his only reply. I hear him get out of the  bed and walk across the room, stopping for a short while as he looks for  something in his bags. Then he returns back to the bed, grabbing my  wrists and pulling my arms over my head.

"This is what I'm going to do about it," he tells me, roping another tie  around my right wrist and tying it to the bedpost. He goes around the  bed and does the same with my other arm. When he's done, I tug against  the fabric, testing his knots. My pussy clenches as I realize I'm not  getting out of this unless he wants me to. I'm at his mercy …  And I  wouldn't have it any other way.

"Is this it? You're just going to tie me to the bed … ?" I tease him,  tugging on the ties again, playfully trying to free myself. The more I  pull, the tighter his knots become.

"What do you think?" He climbs on top of the bed again, and I feel his  weight sinking onto the mattress right between my legs. With his hands  on my knees, he forces me to spread my legs wide; I can almost sense his  hungry eyes on my pussy, his fingers eager to peel the thong off of my  body. "You're all tied up, almost naked …  I can do whatever I want now."

"Whatever you want," I repeat after him, my pussy so wet that my fluids  start to drip down my inner thighs. He leans over me, laying his lips on  my stomach, and then slides them down to the hem of my thong; there, he  moves his tongue across the line separating fabric from skin, his hands  softly resting on my outer thighs. I'd give anything to look at him  right now, to see the hunger and desire in his eyes as he draws closer  to my drenched pussy …  Somehow, though, being deprived of my vision makes  it all better. I'm forced to rely on my other senses, all of them  working overtime to amplify every little thing he's doing to me. Without  the crutch of sight, imagination runs wild and free.

"I can't wait to taste you," he continues, his tongue now moving down  from my waist to my inner thigh, slowly tracing the line of my groin. I  start to lift my ass up from the mattress, trying to have his mouth on  my pussy, but he simply grabs me by the waist and presses me down. "I  can't wait to tear this thong off … " Ignoring my outburst, he moves his  thong to my outer groin. "To run my tongue over your pussy … " Christ, if  he continues saying these things, I'm going to come again before he even  has the chance to take my thong off.

He bites on the hem of my thong and starts to pull it down slowly, using  only his mouth to do it. I bite on my bottom lip, squirming as I feel  the fabric sliding down my legs, the cool air of the room lapping at my  wetness.

The moment the thong comes off, he places both of his hands on my ankles  and runs them all the way up to my waist, leaning over me as he does  it. I can imagine him looking down at my pussy, licking his lips as he  prepares to devour me …  But instead of going for it right away, he starts  kissing my inner thighs, his lips seductively brushing against my skin.

Forgetting that I'm tied up, I try and reach for his head, eager to  force his mouth against my pussy. But all I manage to do is move my arms  just a few inches, the wooden sound of the posts echoing through the  room.

"Whatever I want, remember?" he says, his words caressing my naked skin  on their way to my ears. "You have no other choice." God, I just want to  grab his head and push him down as I thrust, to feel his mouth against  my wetness, his tongue over my clit …  But he's right; I'm his for him to  do whatever he wants. There's no other choice but to submit.

"I need it, Lance …  Please," I moan, swaying my hips. He lays one forearm across my waist, keeping me down.

"You're in luck … " He inches his tongue closer to my pussy. "Because what  you want  …  is what I want too." He reaches for me with his tongue,  tenderly brushing it between my folds and circling my clit. He does it  two, three times, and then he dives into me, his open mouth fitting  against my pussy.

Even though he's still holding me down, I can't help but try and thrust,  wanting to feel the sweet pressure of his mouth. He teased me slowly  and gently, but now he's using his tongue harshly, running it up and  down my length as furiously as possible. His mouth is open wide, and as  he sucks my folds in, I can't help but let out a loud moan.

"Oh, God … " I moan, rubbing my pussy against his mouth. Without warning,  he uses his thumb to press down on my clit, applying the perfect amount  of pressure there-not too much, not too little. Taking his forearm from  my waist, he places his free hand under his chin, two of his fingers  carefully parting my folds. I grit my teeth as I prepare for what's  about to happen, but I don't even have the time to gasp. He slides his  fingers in quickly, moving them into me in a hook motion and curling  them upward until they meet that sinful spot deep in my pussy.

Two fingers on my G-spot, his mouth on my folds, and his thumb on my  clit, he's leaving nothing to chance. I would thank him for it, but the  only thing I can do with my mouth right now is moan as if I were at  least a decade younger. Nothing better than a young man to make you feel  alive again, that much is true.