Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(164)

*** Come chase men with this exciting new standalone romance! No  cliffhangers or cheating, but it's a scorcher with super-steamy scenes  that you've come to expect from Alexis Angel. Happily Ever After?  Always, babe ***





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Ethan





UNNGGH!

That's the sound that Carla is making as I fuck the living daylights out  of her. I raise my face to a nasty sneer and bring up a hand and slap  her ass. Not hard enough to make her yelp, but just hard enough to make  her fucking yelp as well as moan.

"That's right, you like how I'm fucking you, baby?" I ask her crudely,  holding onto her hips as I fuck her doggie style. I've got her bent over  a couch and all around us looks like your average upper middle-class  suburban home. Some crocheting work in the corner where the woman of the  house sits. A copy of the New York Daily Journal near the Barcalounger.  Giant 52" flat screen TV on the wall. Nice little fireplace going.  Pictures of the family all over the place.

It's so fucking sweet it makes me fucking sick. But that's what makes this shot you're watching so fucking hot.

"Yes, oh my God, yes!" Carla yells out through clenched teeth as her  pussy lips wrap themselves around my thick, hard shaft. You know the  size by now, babe. Ain't no way you're gonna turn the fucking page if  I'm any smaller than 12 fucking inches. Well, I have news for you. When  I'm fully engorged, I'm closer to 12 and a half fucking inches.

Think half an inch doesn't make that much of a difference?

Watch this.

I pull back, bringing my tip near to the exit of Carla's pussy and give  her one second to catch her breath. Then I come out just a little.  Enough for the big, bulbous head of my cock to exist half way. She's  whimpering. She knows what's coming next.

And without another word, I push myself back in, in one swift stroke.  She's frothing at the lips and her fucking cunt wraps itself around me  like a long lost fucking lover. She's shaking.

"Yes, what?" I sneer. She needs to say it, goddamit. I increase my strokes.

"Yes, Daddy, it's so fucking good!" she yells. "Please keep fucking me!"

"You've wanted to fuck me ever since your mother married me, haven't you?" I ask her back, thrusting and groaning.

"Yes, Daddy. I've been a horny stepdaughter ever since I first saw you,"  she moans. I don't even think she knows what she's saying anymore.

Now before you get all in a fucking huff. Let me just tell you that we're not fucking related, okay? I want to make that clear.

Although, if you actually come within 40 feet of me, I don't think you'd  care one way or the other, babe. That's because your clothes would  already be in a fucking heap on the ground. You'd be wiggling out of  your panties and spreading your legs to entice me.

I'm fucking serious. All it would seriously fucking take is for me to be in the same 50-foot radius as you.

That's not me being fucking arrogant. That's not me being an asshole.  That's just me telling you the fucking facts. Because there's only one  thing that my 6' 3" body, with it's sculpted definition that would make  the Greek God Apollo fucking jealous, it's hard-as-steel biceps, it's  broad shoulders, it's massively defined pecs, it's 8-pack abs, is going  to do when unleashed on your body. There's only one result when you look  into my deep cobalt-blue eyes, rugged face with its strong jawline.  There's only one conclusion when you feel the strength of my muscles as  they wrap around you, protect you, soothe you, and caress you. As every  fiber in my body works together to fuck you, only one thing will happen.

You will fucking cum.

You'll cum so fucking hard you'll probably black out. You'll be in a  fucking sex haze for days. You won't walk straight. You'll have a  deliciously sweet and good feeling of soreness that'll make you wet just  thinking about why you're sore. You'll lose track of fucking time.  You'll be pushed into paradise. You'll be in orbit.

Because you'll never have had, or will have, another fuck like the one I'll give you. I fucking promise you that.

The thing is, I'll have told you beforehand that while we fuck, you're  going to have to remember what I do to you-because afterwards, I'll be  out. Like a thief in the night. Sure, we'll part ways amicably. But I'll  tell you this before I even fucking touch you. You'll be so desperate  to get your hands on me you won't even care at that point. You'll say  yes to anything. Fuck, you won't even realize till you wait by the phone  the next day, wondering dreamily of when I'm going to call you only to  realize that I'm not.

And that's when you're gonna start getting clingy. That's when you're  going to find out that we had fun, and we had some good fucking  memories, but all of a sudden you want more.

You want not just the body, but the fucking soul of Ethan Kane. You want  me waking up next to you in the morning. You want to go for walks along  the beach with me. You want to move into my multi-million dollar One57  penthouse in the skies of New York City. You want the billionaire bad  boy. But you want him all for yourself. Fucking tamed.

Not gonna fucking happen in this lifetime, babe. Sorry. But I will have  already told you that. I'll have given you my entire vision. Its not my  fault you were too fucking horny, dripping wet and ready to fuck, to pay  attention.

"Oh Daddy, fuck me harder," Carla moans, and I fucking oblige her. She's  not the cutest, but she's got the face of a porn star, that's for sure.  She's got a nice ass, and some solid tits. Definitely good for an  afternoon fuck. Let's put it like this, I got her bent over and she's  moaning my name, calling out to God in various languages as her pussy is  contracting around my cock. I can tell she's cumming and that she's  cumming hard. I can feel her body go limp, and I reach my hands over to  hold her in place as I put in my last couple of thrusts.         

     



 

Fuck, this is going to be a lot of fucking cum. I can tell already. Not  for anything that Carla's doing. But because my balls are the size of  fucking tennis balls. I haven't jerked off all fucking day.

"Argh!" I roar savagely as I feel the beginnings of my orgasm build up.  My nuts tighten up and a jolt of electricity is shooting from my cock  all the way up my spine.

I pull out and rip the condom off in one smooth flourish. You can barely  even see it and that's the fucking point. I turn Carla over with one  arm and she turns willingly, a hungry look in her eye as she sinks down  to her knees in front of my cock.

That's right baby. Just like that. Come to fucking Daddy.

Carla looks at me with eyes clouded by lust and opens her mouth wide.  She sticks out her tongue and I can't control myself anymore. Just the  wild abandon in this woman. The sheer depravity of the situation is too  much for me. Just how fucking wrong it is. So fucking taboo. So fucking  delicious.

I exhale and grunt as I fucking cum.

Shivers of pleasure wrack my body as thick, white ropes of cum shoot  out. It hits her face and chin before she repositions herself and gets  the remaining shots directly on her tongue and mouth.

I groan lewdly as she brings her mouth over and wraps her lips around my head, giving me a final couple of sucks.

My eyes roll back.

And that's when I hear it.

"Cut!" the sharp call of the director.

I open my eyes.

Carla is on her feet. She looks to me as she wipes her mouth with a  towel. "That was fantastic, Ethan," she says to me. "Only, I wish we had  a chance to do it in private."

I shrug. What can I say? I'm a busy fucking guy, and no way I'm going to make special time for an employee.

"Good luck with the rest of your shoots today, babe," I tell her, and she smiles at me as I turn away.

Yeah, I know, you don't need to tell me that she's still looking. She's  staring at my naked ass. Wondering if there's anything she can say.

"Ethan?" she calls out. Told you.

I turn around.

"You think that maybe … ." Carla trails off because right at that moment  my assistant, Cheryl walks up to me. I'm putting on my boxer briefs. But  Cheryl doesn't care. She's seen everything already. And fuck you, no,  I've never fucked her. But she's been there for me since I was a kid.

Before I inherited all this. Before Illicit Entertainment was a globe girdling media company.

"I see you still insist on doing these movies, Ethan," Cheryl says in an  exasperated voice as she barely pays Carla any mind. Carla stands  around for another minute, but decides that being naked at this point in  time as everyone moves around her is just silly.

"You didn't get the head shots, right?" I ask Cheryl.

She shakes her head. "No, everything was caught from the neck down," she  confirms. "It's ready for beta testing on the product. We can head to  the developer meeting right after this."

Cheryl turns and starts walking to the door. She expects me to follow.

Oh right. The product. Haven't told you what that is, babe. But trust me, you're going to love it.

But before you head on in, let me just give you a fucking warning, okay?

You've seen what my fucking monster cock can do.

There's a lot more fucking coming up. Seriously, either take your  panties off now, or get ready for them to get drenched. And I'm talking  wet enough that there's no passing it off.