Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(159)

I guarantee it.





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Jocelyn





It worked. Lance's plan really worked. I can hardly believe it, but this  is real: I'm finally free to be with him, the man I love. I'm free of  Michael. No more hiding, no more secrecy. I can live my life the way I  want to.

After the conference was over, we didn't even bother heading back home.  It's Michael's home after all, and that phase of my life is already  over. Lance and I are going to get our own place as soon as we can, but  right now a hotel room will work just fine. To be honest, anywhere would  work just fine, but I want to savor the moment over a proper mattress-I  have a surprise hidden in my purse, after all, and it requires a bed.

We check into the Plaza, barely able to keep our hands off of each  other. We rush through the check-in, and almost tumble inside the room  the moment we get through the door.

My hands on his chest, I push him back until his knees meet the edge of  the bed. I force him to lie down, and then I climb on top of him, moving  like a cat. Barely capable of thinking straight, I can't tell if  because of how happy I am …  or how wet-I lean in, pressing my lips  against his and kissing him softly.

"You're mine now, Lance," I purr into him, running my fingers over his  chest, his tight shirt delineating the contour of his muscles. One hand  on my face, he smiles, allowing his fingers to roam over to my neck and  then tangles them in my hair. He yanks, forcing my head back.

"You're mine too …  Forever," he says, craning his neck and placing his  mouth on my cleavage, his lips softly brushing against the soft skin  there.

"Is my little boy turning into a man?" I tease him, locking eyes with him.

"He is. You made me into one." With that, he pushes the straps of my  dress down my shoulders, baring my black lace bra. Hooking his fingers  on one cup, he tugs it down, my hard nipple jumping into sight. Before I  can prepare for it, he presses his mouth there, his lips wrapped tight  around my hard rosy tip.

"Mm," I purr, a tickling sensation of delight under my skin. "I have a  surprise for you … " I whisper, grinning wickedly. Oh, he has no idea what  I have in store for him.

"I like surprises," he says, his fingers squeezing my half-naked breast.

"Then close your eyes." He does so dutifully, that delicious smile of  his almost making my heart melt. I climb down from the bed and reach for  my purse; I open it and take something from the inside: something  metallic and shiny. Yes, if you were thinking "handcuffs," you guessed  right. They clink against one another, the low sound making him raise  his eyebrows, but he remains faithful to what I told him and doesn't  open his eyes.

I go back to him, sitting on his lap and straddling him.

"Put your arms up," I tell him, and he does it dutifully. Before he has  the time to react, I hold my breath and move as fast as I can, closing  the metallic brace around his wrist and locking the other end on the  bedpost. He opens his eyes almost immediately.

"What is this?" he asks me, trying to push against the locked handcuffs. "You're a wicked one, aren't you?"

"You can't imagine how wicked." I place the other handcuff on him,  locking it on the bed. I finally look down at him, taking in the scene;  here he is, unable to move and escape …  Mine to do as I please.

"You have no idea what I'm going to do to you once I'm out of these  handcuffs," he tells me, my pussy growing wet at his words. It almost  makes me want to let him go right away, but I hold strong.

"Oh, is that so? And who says I'm ever letting you get out? I might just  keep you here forever, mine to use and abuse … " I continue, placing my  fingers on the collar of his shirt as I slowly start to unbutton his  shirt, revealing his hard pectorals.

"Doesn't sound that bad to me," he shoots back. I can already feel his  cock growing hard under me, straining against his pants. Feeling his  hardness, I start a slight sway, moving my hips as I rub my crotch  against his.         

     



 

His shirt finally open, I lean in, my lips pressed against his neck. I  start kissing him in a downward line, my mouth travelling down to his  chest. I part my lips and let my tongue out, lapping at his nipples  while I let my hands wander over to his belt; I unbuckle it, unzipping  his fly immediately after, and continue kissing him down his chest. My  tongue runs over his abs dutifully, their hard contour enough to make me  go mad.

When I get close to the hem of his boxer briefs, I lay gentle kisses  around it, my eyes darting to the thick shape tenting his underwear.

"Is this for me?" I ask him, running the tip of my index finger over his member.

"Just for you," he tells me, grinning. The moment his words hit me, I curl my fingers around his cock, gripping it harshly.

"It better be," I tease him. "Because I'm insatiable …  And I don't like to share."

In response, his cock pulses firmly against the palm of my hand. I start  to stroke him over the fabric of his boxers, my eyes locked on his.

"Insatiable works for me," he chuckles, his arms unconsciously moving as  he tries to reach for me, but the handcuffs keep him in place. I raise  my eyebrows at him, biting my lower lip in a teasing way; I let go of  his cock then, and start pushing his pants down. When they reach his  ankles, I take off his shoes and socks, and then take his trousers out.  My hands run back up his legs until they're over his boxers again, his  cock pulsing under the fabric. I almost pull his underwear down, but I  decide against it-first I have to drive him insane …  I want him aching  and burning for my touch.

I stand up on top of the bed, each of my feet on the side of his waist.  Unblinking, I push my dress down to my waist and then I unclasp my bra,  pulling its straps down. The cups droop over my tits and I take my  fingers there; I take my time as I pull them down, his hungry eyes  widening as both my breasts come into sight.

Throwing the bra on top of his bare chest, I push my dress further down,  making it slide down my legs. I kick it off, my heart beating fast as  his eyes take in my almost naked figure. They widen even more as he  glances over my tiny lace thong, and I can feel him mentally ripping it  out of my body.

Sitting down on top of him, I place my crotch right above his. I rest my  hands on his chest and then start to sway my hips, moving them back and  forth and stroking his cock over his boxers. I feel it hardening even  more, and I start becoming desperate to have him inside of me …  To be on  all fours while he fucks me, to be stretched wide by his huge member …   But there's time for everything. Right now, I'm under the spotlight and  it's my turn to shine.

I grind against him harder, moving my hips ferociously; I lean into him,  kissing him as I move. I wonder if I'd be able to make him cum just  like this, but I don't have the mental fortitude to remain in this  position for that long …  So, feeling his cock pulsing against my pussy, I  go lower on his body, hooking my fingers on his boxers; I tug them down  his legs and throw them somewhere far off in the room. Sliding my hands  from his ankles to his thighs, I lean into him, my eyes locked on his  as my lips reach for his cock. I stop right before my mouth is on him,  my smile turning into a grin of wickedness.

"Come on … " he groans, his cock jerking.

"Maybe I'll make you beg …  Maybe I'll drive you crazy until you can't  take it anymore." I love teasing him. I just do, one look into his eyes  and I can almost see the flames of desire there, bright and wild and  threatening to consume whatever's in their way.

"Fucking hell … " he sighs, closing his eyes; I take the chance and, as  soon as his eyes are shut, I grab his cock and keep it in place as I  roll my lips down his shaft. Twirling my tongue around it, I go as deep  as I can; only stopping when his glans is pressed tight against the back  of my throat. Going back up, I start bobbing my head back and forth as  fast as I can, ravaging his cock with my mouth. "So …  fucking good … " He  says, the words hanging heavily in the air.

His words make me go even harder, and I cup his balls with one hand,  massaging them gently and feeling their weight against my open palm.  Warm and heavy, they are busy with his seed, and I can't help but be  impressed by the amount of cum they always manage to produce. My mind  harkens back to the Plaza, where I knelt in front of Lance and let him  cover me from head to toe with his seed …  God, that was amazing. I know  I'm not exactly young, and I'm not a naive virgin girl …  But, hell, I  never thought I'd be doing stuff like that before Lance showed up at my  doorstep. Being close to him frees the beast inside of me. And what the  beast inside of me needs right now is to have his cock inside of my  pussy.

Sliding my mouth back out, I lick his whole length and then position  myself better. Grabbing his cock, I point it upward, lift my hips up,  and then start easing myself down. His glans brushing against my thong, I  flick it to the side and let it press against my folds. I hold my  position-once again, he strains against the handcuffs, desperate to grab  me and impale me on his cock. But I'm holding all the cards here, and  there's nothing he can do about it.