Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(152)

He keeps working me until I can't take it anymore. My back is arched and  my muscles are tensing up to the point of snapping. Feeling the waves  of climax coming for me, Lance redoubles his efforts, licking me even  more eagerly as he starts to rub my clit deftly.

It hits me like thunder, pleasure exploding inside of me, blinding every  single one of my senses. The fact that I can't see makes it all so much  better. All that my brain can process right now is pure unbridled  ecstasy, the fast pace of my heart making it rage through my veins and  boiling my blood.

Lance allows me to wind down slowly, lapping at me with his tongue until  the waves of climax start to subside. Once my brain starts to work  properly again, he pulls back from me. I see him in my mind's eye, my  fluids dripping down his chin, and the desire to taste him too takes  over me.

"I want you," I manage to get out between breaths, "In my mouth. Right  now." I'm not begging, nor am I commanding. I'm simply stating what's  going to happen. He probably sees that in my voice, because he climbs on  top of me, placing each of his knees by my side. He leans in, and  running his hands through my hair, reaches for the knot behind my head;  undoing it, he pulls the tie out, the dim light of the room almost too  strong for me.

I squint my eyes as they adjust to the brightness, the lines of Lance's  body forming in front of me. He's on top of me, kneeling and still  dressed, and has that familiar wicked grin on his face.

"Tell me, again," he starts, "What do you want?"

"Your cock  …  my mouth," I say, whimpering, my eyes darting to his  crotch. I can already see the shape of his erection pushing against his  pants, tenting it as if his cock was about to rip through the fabric at  any minute now.

He takes both his hands to his belt, unbuckling it as my eyes follow  each and every motion he makes. Pulling the belt out of its loop, he  throws it to the floor and then starts unbuttoning his pants, undoing  each button with a maddening slowness, fully knowing that I'm aching to  have him inside of my mouth. He pulls his pants down to his knees, only  his black boxer briefs standing in the way now.

"Is this what you want?" he asks me, curling his fingers around his cock and over his boxers.

"Yes …  Yes," I whimper again, my mouth feeling dry with anxiety. Christ, I  don't think I have ever wanted a man's cock inside of my mouth this  much. Hooking his fingers on the hem of his boxers, he pulls them down,  allowing his cock to jump free and into sight. I lick my lips  unconsciously, my eyes wandering over his thick veiny shaft, the tip  already glistening with a hint of precum.         

     



 

He inches closer to me and grabs his cock, angling it down so that its  tip is hovering right above my lips. I try and reach for it, but he  moves it out of reach. Then, grinning, he slowly pushes his cock down,  brushing his glans over my lips.

"Is this it … ?" he teases me, rubbing his tip against me, but still  keeping it far enough away from me so that I'm not able to take it in my  mouth.

"More … " I simply groan, still trying to crane my neck. Obliging, he lets  me place my lips around his glans, and I wrap them tight, cleaning it  dry of his precum with the tip of my tongue. Inch by inch, he slowly  feeds his cock into my mouth, his thick shaft rolling down between my  lips. My eyelids droop by instinct, and I feel my whole body trembling  as he pushes his cock toward the back of my throat. He holds it there  for a brief moment, and then slides it back until only his tip is inside  of me; repeating his motion, he starts to build a rhythm. It doesn't  take long for him to be thrusting fast and hard, filling me with his  flesh as he fucks my tight eager mouth. "What you want, you get," he  whispers between hard breaths, tangling his fingers in my hair and  holding my head in place.

I suck and lick as if there was nothing more important than this in the  whole world. Right now, only his cock and his pleasure matter to me.  It's a selfish feeling, really; his pleasure is my pleasure. And that's  the way it should be. Because we are one …  And it feels so good to think  it without feeling fear or shame. We are one.

My eyes are still closed, so I don't see it; I only feel him untying the  knot that binds my right hand, freeing my arm. I lose no time. I reach  for him at once, cupping his balls and rolling them over my fingers as  he eases his pace. When he stops thrusting, I take the chance and start  bobbing my head back and forth, not wanting to lose any momentum as he  unties my other hand.

Finally free, I start sucking him with redoubled effort, massaging his  balls as I curl the fingers of my other hand around his shaft. Stroking  him while I suck, I keep this pendulum motion for as long as I can,  pushing through the pain in my neck. It doesn't take long for his cock  to start spasming inside of my mouth, and he grabs my head almost  immediately, making me stop.

"No … " he says, popping his cock out of my mouth. "Not yet. I want to cum  only once … " He continues, locking eyes on me. "Because when I do it, I  want to do it all over you …  I want to see you covered in cum, head to  toe."

"I can't wait," I reply, my heart skipping a beat at the thought. "But first I have to get you there."

"You do."

Grinning mischievously, I place my hands on the collar of his shirt and  tug on it as violently as I can, forcing the buttons to pop out. I  repeat the procedure until his shirt is completely ruined, his naked  chiseled abs right in front of my face. Pushing the shirt down his arms,  I let it fall on top of the mattress, not bothering to throw it out.  Every second counts now, and I place the flat palm of my hands against  his pectorals; I push him back and he goes down willingly, falling flat  on his back.

Moving like a cat in heat, I climb on top of him, tugging on his pants and boxers and pulling them off viciously.

"Much better," I purr, looking down at the gloriously naked young man  underneath me. Skin on skin, I feel the heat between our bodies  increasing. It won't take much for us to reach the boiling point. I grab  his cock, never taking my eyes off of his. Slightly raising my hips, I  angle his shaft so that it's pointing straight at my pussy; I go down,  but I don't go all the way. Much in the same way he teased me, I start  rubbing his glans against my folds, torturing him.

"Payback," I tell him with a grin, threatening to slide his cock in but  never actually doing it. He grins back at me, and I just know he means  trouble.

"Not really," he says, placing his hands on my ass. "Remember …  I can do  whatever I want," and then he thrusts upward with no warning at all. I  try and escape, but it's impossible; he hooks his fingers on my buttocks  and pushes me down, impaling me on his cock. I throw my head back and  let out a violent scream, the sound shrill enough to break glass.

He doesn't even let me reel from the first impact. Thrusting violently,  he starts to fuck me in such a way that I feel my nerve endings going  numb, pleasure coating my mind and choking out every ounce of  rationality that lives inside of me. I'm all lust and sin right now.

One hand still on my ass, he takes the other one to my breasts,  squeezing eagerly. I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my  shoulders, and start to rock my hips, trying to match the fierceness of  his movement. The sound of flesh on flesh starts to fill the room,  blending with my moans and creating a melody of pleasure and delight.

With the melody of our bodies guiding me, I let one hand run down my  chest and I flatten it right above my pussy, reaching for my clit with  the tip of my middle finger. Lance eases down then, laying back and  succumbing to the sway of my hips. I ride him fast and hard, rubbing my  clit at the same time.

Losing all notion of time, I let the movement of our bodies build that  sweet madness inside my muscles, coiling them and setting them up for  release. I feel them cramping up, but I don't care; I'm way past caring.  Riding Lance into oblivion, I only stop when fireworks go off behind my  eyelids.

"Oh, fuck … " I moan, my pussy cramping up around his shaft as I come. I  lean forward, my fingernails digging into his pectorals as I hiss  through gritted teeth. I'm trembling and twitching, and I can't even  open my eyes; there's really nothing I can do now but submit and let  pleasure wash over me.

Lance doesn't afford me the luxury of waiting, though. His hands on my  waist, he rolls me to the side without even taking his cock out of me.  The moment he's on top of my body, I'm still coming, my body barely able  to respond.

"Spread your legs. Wide," he commands, my body reacting to the firm  sound of his voice. I do more than just spread my legs, though; I lift  them up, placing them over his shoulders as he leans into me. I want to  curse, moan and hiss, but I just can't. When he presses his body on top  of mine, raising my legs with his shoulders, he drives his cock as deep  as it has ever been inside of me. It hurts and it pleases …  It drives me  utterly and completely insane. And he's not even moving yet.