Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(161)

I take my hands to his back and dig my fingernails on his muscles; he  still has a few red marks on his chest from the last time we were  together, so why not give him an equal memento on his back? I claw at  him, and that makes him piston into me even harder. Turning my head to  the side and parting my lips, I start nibbling at his ear, the soft  cartilage hugged tightly by my teeth. I bite down harder than I should  have, but he doesn't even seem to notice. With my tongue I trace a  downward line to his neck, and then I bite him there too, hard enough to  leave a mark. He groans slightly, but I'm not sure if he has even  registered where the pain has come from. He's lost in a whirlwind of  lust, fucking me as if he was born with that single purpose in mind.

"Oh, fuck!" I blurt out suddenly, his cock driving deeper into me. A  sharp pain goes up my spine, but the moment it reaches my brain it has  already turned into sweet pleasure. I open my mouth to moan, but I end  up screaming; ecstasy whips me, and I come so hard I start to see dark  spots on the edge of my eyes. I have to take a deep breath so that I  don't pass out, the raw energy that roams free through my body almost  too much for me. Almost.

"This is going to be good," Lance whispers into my ear, slowing down his  rhythm. God, I'm trembling all over and he still keeps fucking me, not  allowing me a minute's rest. He works me with his cock until my  fingernails are like knives on his back, stabbing his chiseled muscles  as madness takes over me. There's a hard pressure mounting inside of me,  but there's also a weird feeling on my insides.

"Lance, I--"

"Shh …  Just let go," he whispers. I'm not sure if he knows what's going  on inside my body, but his words have a soothing effect on me. I do  exactly as he tells me to and just let go. The moment I relax, I go  thermonuclear-my mind goes blank and I feel my pussy spasming and  gushing at the same time. I moan, a wild laugh climbing up my throat.  Sweet Jesus, I'm squirting! I feel the fluids dripping down my inner  thighs to the sheets, drenching them in the juices of sinful ecstasy.

"You're going to be the end of me," I whisper into his ear, feeling  dizzy. I take my legs out of his back and sprawl myself on the mattress,  completely spent. He takes his cock out of me, slowly, and then lies  down by my side.

"No, I won't be the end of you," he says with a chuckle, running his  hand up my side. "You're woman enough to take it." I turn to him, a  tender smile on my lips.

"Yes …  And I'm your woman, Lance," I tell him, enjoying the sound of the  words on my mouth. He smiles back at him, gently, and brushes his hand  against my cheek.

"I'm lucky I found you," he says, running his hand through my hair.  "You're …  perfect." My heart melts at his words. Here he is, a  21-year-old with the world at his feet …  He has his whole future ahead of  him, and there are countless young hot women throwing themselves at his  feet …  And yet, here he is with me, whispering me promises of love. By  the time I turned 36, I had almost given up on love; I never expected  for it to come knocking at my door like this, in the shape of someone  almost young enough to be my son.

"We're perfect," I correct him, softly brushing my lips against his and running my tongue over them.

"We are," he agrees. Then, looking into my eyes, his smile turns into  the Devil's grin. "And do you know what's also perfect? What I'm about  to do to you." He sits up on the bed and I do the same; he grabs me by  the waist and makes me go on all fours, kneeling behind me. He squeezes  my cheeks gently, his long fingers over my ass. Then I hear him hold his  breath and I brace for impact: he smacks me hard with the back of his  hand, my cheeks bouncing as he touches me. He does it over and over  again, the loud sound of his smacks filling the whole room. The sharp  pain makes me grit my teeth, but it makes me ache for his touch even  more …  There really is something to be said about using pain to cause  pleasure.

Stopping, he runs the tip of his middle finger over the length of my  crack, stopping right before my asshole. I sway my hips from side to  side, urging him to go on, and he presses his fingertip over it. My  insides clench and, a heartbeat after that, he starts to slide his  finger in, slowly prodding my insides.

"Mm," I moan, my mind numbed by the feeling.

"This right here," he says, sliding his finger in and out of my ass,  "it's mine. It's mine and I want it." The tone of his voice leaves no  room for doubts: he's going to take my ass, and I don't have a say about  it. Which suits me just fine, knowing that he wants to fuck me there is  enough to make me desperate for it. My cheeks become flushed as I think  about it, and there's a deep sense of urgency inside of me. It's high  time to feel his cock inside my ass. "But you have to beg for me to do  it."         

     



 

I don't even need for him to say it twice.

"I want you … " He twists his finger inside of me, and I gasp. I have to  take a deep breath before I can continue. "I want you to fuck me …  I want  you to fuck my ass. Please."

"Good," he whispers, leaning forward. He takes his finger out of my ass,  and grabbing his cock, rubs it along my crack, moving his glans so that  it's pressing against my hole. A needle of anxiety prickles my mind  then-is he going to fit? Is it going to hurt? I mean, to have a cock as  huge as his inside of my ass …  It's already an impressive feat to have  him inside my pussy. "Don't worry," he says, almost as if he could read  my mind, "I'll take it slow."

"I trust you," I tell him, looking over my shoulder at him. He winks  mischievously at me, and I close my eyes, looking down at the mattress  as I prepare for it. His cock is still drenched in my fluids so, as he  presses it against my ass, I feel the tip sliding in, stretching me  wide. "Oh, God!" I gasp, his thickness straining to get in. "Oh, God!"  It's almost too much for me to bear, but I don't want him to stop. I  want his cock all in me, stretching me wide and fucking me in such a way  that I won't be able to sit up straight for days. This is going to be  intense.

He takes his time, sliding inch by inch as slowly as he can. I moan all  the way, a thunderstorm raging inside my head. Keep it together, keep it  together, I think to myself, breathing heavily and trying not to pass  out. This feels too good. Sure, it hurt a little as he slid it in, but  the pleasure I take from it …  Oh, God, the pleasure. Every woman should  feel this much pleasure, at least once in their lives. You just don't  know you're alive until you have a twelve-inch cock sliding down your  ass. And, right now, I'm as alive as I could be.

"Are you alright?" he asks me, almost all of his twelve inches inside of me.

"I'm …  I'm … " I can't speak, sweet Jesus. "I'm fine …  Fuck me, Lance. Just  fuck me." I beg, grabbing at the sheets as I prepare for an avalanche of  ecstasy to overtake me. Still moving slowly, he starts to rock his  hips, making his cock slide in and out of my ass. "Fuck!" I cry out  loud, my ass straining to survive his thrusts. Oh, but who cares about  survival? I start to thrust back, pushing through the sweet pain and  urging Lance to unleash all of his wickedness upon me. He takes the hint  pretty quickly: his hands on my waist, he holds me in place as he  starts to pick up the pace. I moan incoherently as he fucks me,  completely destroying me. My insides are burning, the sweet drug of  climax coursing through my veins.

"HARDER!" I shout as loud as I can, my throat aching to let the words  out. I'm so close to coming I can already feel it bubbling up to the  surface. Like I told him to, Lance starts to go harder, his thighs  slapping my ass incessantly until my whole body grows numb. "Fuck,  fuck … " I hiss through gritted teeth, my muscles tensing up only to start  twitching immediately after.

I don't think I have ever come this hard. I'm screaming so hard my  throat feels raw, and it's like flames are lapping at my skin from the  inside out. My mind is an incoherent mess of rambling thoughts, and it  feels as if I've descended into a world of insanity. Tears are going  down my face, and I can feel their saltiness as they go over my lips.

Lance pulls his cock out, carefully, and I collapse on the bed, stomach  down. I don't think I have ever felt this exhausted in my entire life.  Opening my eyes, I try and force myself not to drift off; after all,  we're not done yet. How could we be done if I still haven't tasted his  seed yet?

Rolling to my back, I reach for his cock, summoning whatever strength is  left inside my body as I start to stroke him. My arm moving fast, I'm  jerking him almost too violently; he doesn't seem to care, though. His  head thrown back and his eyes shut close, he's groaning loudly,  completely lost in pleasure.