Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(153)

Bending my legs, he leans further in and crushes his mouth against mine.  The moment our lips touch he starts to thrust, driving nails of  pleasure deep inside of my brain. I pull back from his kiss, screaming  as loud as I can. He's thrusting so hard that the bed starts to rock  back and forth, accompanying the sway of his body.

My mind is coming apart, my body is burning up, and still he keeps going  harder with each passing second, pulling me down into oblivion. I try  and tell him that I'm close, that I need him to keep going as hard as he  can …  But the only thing that leaves my mouth is a weak groan of  pleasure. Luckily, he doesn't need my words to know what I need; as if  he could read my mind, he keeps pistoning harder into me.

I come undone with a moan, the muscles in my throat working hard through  sweet release. He holds his position the moment my pussy tightens  around his cock, keeping the tip pressed tight against my G-spot as my  body trembles and twitches. My hands are on his back, my fingernails  buried in his chiseled muscles like claws.

I don't even know how, but every orgasm with Lance feels different. It  doesn't matter how many times I come, it's almost like the first time  I'm with him. And it's just perfect.

Coming down, I pant as he takes my legs out from his shoulders. He leans  back, his cock sliding out of my pussy, and I lay on the mattress,  whimpering as sparks of electric pleasure make my muscles twitch  erratically.

"Tired already?" he whispers into my ear, lying by my side.

"Never … " I manage to say, my chest rising and falling quickly as I make  the effort to get the words out. "I can't get enough of you."

"Makes two of us then," he grins, placing his hands on my waist and  making me turn to the side, my back to him. He presses his chest against  my back, running one hand down my side. His long fingers go over the  curve of my ass cheeks, caressing my crack and further down, finding  their way to the wet mess between my thighs. I feel him grabbing his  cock and he angles it down, pressing his tip against my folds. "It feels  so good … " he whispers, sliding his cock just one inch in, another dazed  whimper leaving my lips. "I love how tight you are."

I want to say something, anything, but the only thing I manage to do is  thrust back against him, forcing his cock to sheath itself to the hilt  in me. He groans into my neck, pressing his lips there and nibbling at  my skin, and then curls his fingers on my waist. Holding me in place, he  starts to thrust, the coming and going motion of his body making me  grab at the sheets.

It doesn't take long for him to be thrusting so hard that he rolls me to  the side, climbing on top of me. As I'm lying down on my stomach, he  places his hands on my side, supporting himself as he keeps rocking his  body against mine. Soon his hands move from the bed to my ass, and he  squeezes my cheeks hard as he fucks me, pistoning into me with the fury  of a man possessed by lust.         

     



 

"Oh, God," I moan into the sheets, feeling my heart beating so fast it  might just burst any minute now. I push back against Lance, using the  support from my hands to lift my body up from the bed and go on all  fours. He accompanies my movement easily, going to his knees without  even taking his cock from inside of me. "As hard as you can … " I beg him.  "I don't want to feel my legs once you're done."

"That can be arranged," he says, running his index finger over my ass  crack. "Once I'm done …  You won't even know your name anymore." He keeps  moving his finger back and forth over my ass, goose bumps going through  me each time I feel him stroking close to my hole. He isn't moving his  cock yet, but I already feel a storm brewing on the horizon. Pressing  his fingertip over my ass, he slowly pushes it in, my back arching as I  feel him in me. Slowly, he starts to move his hips, using his finger in a  matching pace. A few heartbeats in and he's fingering my ass and  fucking my pussy, the pendulum motion of it almost too much for me to  bear.

With his free hand he tangles his fingers in my hair and yanks on it,  forcing me to throw my head back as a throaty moan fills the room.  Holding me by the hair, he drives his cock deeper into me and holds  still, only his finger moving. He moves it around inside my ass, my  pussy tightening around his cock as I start to feel like a dam about to  burst.

"Come for me," he whispers, picking up the pace with his finger. He  pushes it in and turns it around, moving it in such a way that I can't  help but do what he tells me to. I come hard, grabbing at the sheets as  if I didn't know what to do with my hands. "Good … " he continues, slowly  pulling his finger out. I remain still as he squeezes both my ass  cheeks, running his hands over my fleshy curves as his cock pulses  inside of my pussy.

I can't even hold my head up anymore. I have my cheek pressed against  the mattress, my body still up only because he's grabbing my ass. He  doesn't care. With one hard smack across my buttocks, he hooks his  fingers on my waist and starts to thrust.

This time he doesn't build up the pace. Oh, no, this time he goes hard  right from the start, like a man aching for a knockout before the bell  rings. He's moving so fast I can't even tell when he's sliding his cock  in or out …  All I know is that he's completely demolishing me, tearing  both my mind and body apart.

The sound of his hips slapping my ass fills the whole room, like a  violent song of ecstasy, one that climbs in through my ears and claws at  my brain like a drug. And, just like a drug, it makes me oh so high.

"Don't stop  …  Don't stop," I start repeating, like a mantra, these two  words the only ones I can still pronounce. "DON'T STOP!" I finally yell,  coming undone as if my body was being dropped into boiling water. I  collapse on top of the mattress, feeling Lance's weight on top of me as  my limbs move erratically. I'm flailing both arms and legs, the electric  current going through me severing the connection between brain and  body.



I tremble as he takes his cock out from me and rolls to the side, a  whimper on my lips. Making a mighty effort, I turn toward him, smiling  weakly as I open up my eyes; I rest one hand against his chest, and  sliding my fingertips over his abs, I grab his thick cock.

"You promised me something," I say, stroking him with soft but  deliberate movements. He grins mischievously, reading what's on my mind.

"I did, didn't I?" I simply nod in response, letting go of his cock, and  my hand going to his chest, pushing him off. He rolls off of the bed  and goes up to his feet, towering over me in a way that makes my insides  clench in anticipation of what's to come. Reaching for his cock, I wrap  my fingers around his shaft again; our eyes are locked as I stroke him,  my hand moving like clockwork in a steady back and forth motion.

Never letting go of his cock, I get out of the bed, my knees buckling  under my weight as my feet touch the floor. Oh, well, I go down on my  knees right in front of him, his cock just a few inches away from my  mouth. I go for it, parting my lips and forcing his shaft to go over my  tongue and deep inside of me.

Just like he did while fucking me, I don't build up the pace. I start  sucking him as hard and as viciously as I can, moving my head until my  neck starts to burn. I keep stroking him all the same, both my hands  around his shaft as they travel up and down at the same pace of my  mouth.

While he has his hands on top of my head, Lance doesn't take the lead;  he lets me keep moving at this frenzied pace, pushing him closer to the  edge. And when I feel him there, his cock spasming inside of my mouth, I  give one final push and make him explode.

"Come for me, baby," I say, looking up at him while his cock pops out of  my mouth. My hands are moving at a frenetic pace and he finally lets  go. He groans, his fingers running through my hair as a thick rope of  cum shoots from his cock, hitting me straight on the face. I open my  mouth as wide as I can, trying to get as much of his semen on me.

"Fuck … " he groans, his muscles taut and hard as if they were made of  steel. His cock is spasming hard against my fingers, shooting so much  cum I don't even know how he could hold it all inside of him. Strands of  it hit my face, coating my cheeks and tongue and dripping down my neck  and chest. I can't help but smile as I feel his warm juices coating my  skin, his cock gushing an endless river of semen and drowning me in it. I  keep stroking through it, only stopping when I've milked him out of  every single drop, and by then, I'm completely covered in his seed. Even  my hair is ruined, but I don't care. Why would I?

I lean toward him, my tongue reaching for his cock; with gentle  movements I lap at him, cleaning his tip and shaft of the few drops  still hanging there.

"Look at the mess you've made," I tell him, grabbing my breasts and  smearing his cum all over my body. I run two fingers between my tits,  and scooping up a thick strand, take them to my mouth and suck them dry,  my eyes never leaving his.