Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(160)

"See? I can do it too … " I say with a grin, slowly allowing one inch of  him inside of me. My heart is racing like mad, and I know my words are  hollow: I'm not teasing him as much as I'm teasing myself. So I do the  only thing I can, which is going down as fast as I can, his cock pushing  past my inner lips and lodging itself inside my pussy. A moan tumbles  out of my lips as I feel his thickness straining against my inner walls,  my body allowing instinct to sit behind the steering wheel-without  bothering with the build up, I start swaying my hips back and forth, his  shaft massaging my insides as I go.

Throwing my head back, I slide one hand down my chest and place two  fingers over my clit, rubbing it as I fuck him. It feels good to say it;  I'm fucking him …  It's so easy to get lost in the semantics, but this  time it means I'm the one in charge. It makes sense, really; I'm the  older one in this room. God, just thinking of it is enough to make me  squirm.

"Harder," he groans, gritting his teeth and trying to thrust at me. I  obey dutifully, raising my hips and letting them down in a flurry of  movement, jumping up and down on his cock. My ass is bouncing and  slapping his legs, and the more I do it the faster my fingers start to  rub on my clit.

It doesn't take long for my muscles to tire out, but I just ignore it;  it's still early, and there's lots to be done. Screw exhaustion. I push  through the pain and only stop when my body starts to tremble, the spark  of delight igniting inside of me. My hands start to twitch and I press  my fingers against my clit, holding them there as I let out one loud  moan. I close my eyes, savoring what I'm sure is just going to be the  first orgasm of many. Really, I've been with Lance so many times, and I  never came just once …  God, I knew about multiple orgasms and sex  marathons, but this is on a whole different level. Welcome to the Sex  Olympics, I'm the reigning champion.

Breathing out heavily, I let ecstasy rage through me until it finally  subsides, leaving that pleasant tingling feeling inside of me. Raising  my hips, I slide his cock out and move my body back. He's looking at me  expectantly and, while I think of what my next move is going to be, my  body reacts of its own accord.

I lean in, my lips parting as I take my mouth to his cock once more. I  want to feel my scent on his cock, his shaft wet with my fluids …  And  that's exactly what I do: my mouth open wide, I take his whole shaft  inside my back, rolling my lips back as I suck him. The sweet scent of  my pussy is coating his hard member, and that just makes me lose it  completely; I start sucking and licking as if I were possessed, desire  blanketing my mind and pushing all other thoughts away.

Driven mad by pleasure, I take his cock out of my mouth, wanting to feel  him once more inside of me. I mean, here is, handcuffed to the bed;  it'd be a shame if I didn't use his cock as much as I want, for as long  as I want. I stand up and turn around, my back to him as I ease myself  down over his cock; squatting over his waist, I grab his cock and point  it up at my pussy. I could take my thong off, but I don't want to waste  any time with that; I just flick it to the side again. This time I don't  bother with the teasing; I just guide his thick hard member inside of  me. I squat down, my body swaying as I drive his cock to the hidden  depths inside of me.

Jumping up and down, I let myself be pulled into oblivion. I see  nothing, I hear nothing. All there is in the universe is his cock, my  pussy lips wrapped around it. I bounce on him for as long as I can,  losing all notion of time. Really, I don't know how much time has  passed, if one minute or one hour …  All I know is that I feel pleasure  pooling around the edges of my mind, threatening to overtake me  completely. Knowing that I'm close, I start to go even faster, jumping  head first into an ocean of mind-bending ecstasy.

"Oh, God!" I cry out as my pussy clamps down around his shaft, slight  spasms taking over of my body. I go on my knees, straddling him in  reverse, and push through the orgasm. Still moving, I ride myself into a  chain of orgasms, letting one build up inside of me while the last one  is still raging through my mind. Like a mad woman, I scream, coming for  the second time in a row in a matter of seconds. Leaning forward, I grab  his ankles, keeping my body still as I try to catch my breath. Christ,  I'm breathing so hard I don't even know how my lungs are still capable  of functioning. This is almost too much for me to take …  And that makes  it so much better.         

     



 

"Tired already, baby?" I hear his voice, his cock slightly spasming  inside of me. Smiling, I pull his cock out and turn toward him. His  expression is one of pent up desire-like a caged tiger, I have no idea  what he might do once I let him loose. But, oh, I'm so anxious to do it.

"Tired? We're just getting started," I meow at him, biting at the corner  of my lip. I get out of the bed and amble down to where I left my  purse; taking the keys out, I go back to the bed, climbing on top of it.  As I reach for the handcuffs, ready to set him free, I see his anxious  grin and stop. "Maybe I can use you a while longer … "

"Use me all you want. That's what I'm here for," he says, cementing the  idea in my mind. I place the key on the bed stand and go up on my feet  again. Seductively swaying my hips, I hook my fingers on the side of my  thong and start pushing it down. The wet fabric slides down easily, and I  bend over to pick it up. Sitting on the bed by his side, the tiny piece  of wet fabric in my hand, I smile at Lance; I take my thong and brush  it against his lips, teasing him.

"I want a taste of that. Right fucking now," he growls, a furious storm of hunger and lust raging in his eyes.

"Taste me? And how would you taste me?" I tease him, sliding the thong  down his chest and onto his cock. I wrap the fabric around his member  and start stroking him slowly, his mast pulsing softly against my  fingers.

"You know how," he grins at me. Oh, I do know how. Licking my lips, I go  over his body and inch closer to his face, his head pressed between my  thighs. I look down at him wantonly, but he doesn't look back, his  anxious gaze is on my pussy, his parted lips waiting for it to be  against his mouth. Who am I to deny him what he wants? Well, what I  want. Moving even closer, I press my pussy against his face as I grab  the frame of the bed; he starts sucking immediately, his lips pulling on  my drenched folds as he uses his tongue to explore my insides.

I close my eyes and moan deeply, swaying my hips as I rub my aching  pussy against his mouth. I have absolute control right now, and there's  no better feeling in the world …  Asides from giving up all control, that  is. With Lance, control or no control, it's all perfection. Sweet  frenzied perfection.

Going hard, I angle myself so that he can lick my clit; I slow down,  swaying my hips gently as I let him set the pace with his mouth. Soon  enough I stop moving completely, succumbing to the maddening strokes of  his tongue. Hissing between gritted teeth I take one hand to his hair,  dishevel it and yank on it, forcing him to press his mouth harder  against my wetness.

Fierce moans tumbling out of my lips, I finally come against his mouth,  tightening my thighs around his head. Still he keeps sucking, sending  shards of electric pleasure up my spine while I tremble and moan. I hold  my position until the orgasm finally washes over me, and only then do I  get out from where I am.

My fingers are trembling as I reach for the bed stand and grab the  handcuff keys. I struggle to get my hands where I need them to be, but I  finally manage to get the key inside the lock. The moment I turn it and  the handcuff opens, his hand flies to my ass, his fingers digging deep  into my flesh. I think of torturing him and keeping the other handcuff  on, but I decide against it; I don't want to torture myself as well.  Getting his other arm free, I prepare for the inevitable: right now he's  a hungry predator, and I'm letting it out of its cage. He's going to  pounce on me like a tiger, and he won't stop until he has me completely  spent and devoured. It's the law of nature, and it sounds just about  right.

Both his hands on my ass, he pushes me on top of the bed, laying me  down. He climbs on top of me, his body between my legs, and presses his  forehead against mine. We stay in silence for a whole eternity-a  second-our eyes locked.

"You have no idea how hard I'm going to fuck you," he whispers, my heart tightening inside my chest.

"What are you waiting for then?" I don't need to say more: his hands go  to my knees, and grabbing them, he pushes my legs apart. His fat glans  pressed against my pussy, he thrusts without waiting, his cock sliding  inside of me in a hurry. I grit my teeth and lace my legs behind his  back, urging him to go as hard as he can. He doesn't disappoint: his  thrusts are furious right from the start, his cock pounding into me so  fiercely that a sweet numbness starts to spread through my body.