Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(176)

Leaning in, he presses his mouth against the soft skin on my neck and I  tremble, a shiver going up my spine as I feel his lips. Then, letting go  of my hair, he runs his fingers down to my shoulders and grabs at the  halter of my dress; he pulls on the silver clasp, sending it down. The  fabric droops over my chest and it falls to my waist, my chest rising  and falling faster as I start breathing harder.

I can't help but notice the subtle smile on his face as his eyes go  straight to my breasts. Acting on his desires, he takes his hands to my  back and pulls at the clasp on my bra. Still unable to move, I simply  let anticipation float around inside my head as he pushes the bra down  my arms, baring my breasts.

"You're a really beautiful woman," he says, his hands going to my  breasts. Cupping them both at the same time, he squeezes gently, the  warmness of his fingers spreading to my skin. "Ever since your little  dance at the audition, I've wanted you," he continues, his voice steady  but filled with a tense eagerness.

"I'm here now," I mutter, aching to feel his lips on mine. Even though  desire is burning deep inside of me, I still find myself frozen in  place; there's a certain hardness in his eyes, one that tells me that  he's the one in charge. I've been with dominant and powerful men, but  I've never met anyone that could convey all his power and dominance with  just one look. Until now, that is.

"Yes, you are …  And there's no going back from this." Just like that, he  leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. I surrender to his  kiss and part my lips, sliding my tongue inside his mouth almost at  once. Our tongues dance around one another, and he place his hands on my  waist, pulling me into him. I go willingly, pressing my body against  his as the wetness between my thighs continues to grow at an out of  control pace.

Acting on impulse, I take my hand to between his legs and press it  against his crotch. I start to kiss him wildly as I feel his desire  pulsing against my fingers, his hard cock straining against his pants. I  curl my fingers around his thick shape, grabbing him firmly, and that  sets something off inside of him.

He pushes me back, and the moment my back touches the wall, he digs his  fingers into my thighs and forces me to turn around. I gasp as I turn,  placing both my hands on the wall at shoulder height. Moving fast, he  slides one hand around my waist and presses his long fingers against my  pussy, bunching up the front of my dress. I exhale sharply as I feel the  pressure, a warm sweetness coating my nerve endings as I jut my ass  back and press it against his crotch. His cock between my ass cheeks, I  start to grind against him, stroking him over the fabric of our clothes  using just my ass.

"Not an ounce of patience in you," he tells me, his lips brushing  against my ear as he speaks. He presses harder on my pussy, a violent  electric thunder climbing up my spine, and I let out a subtle moan. I  start to grind against him as if there is no humanity left inside of me;  right now, I'm a feral animal guided by base instincts. And I just love  it.

"Oh, God," I find myself saying as Ethan flicks my thong to the side.  Wasting no time, he runs one fingertip over my drenched folds and then  stops on my clit, applying a maddening pressure there. "God," I repeat,  unable to find anything else to say. Electric sparks go from my clit to  all my muscles, and then make their way toward my head, silencing  whatever thoughts still float inside of it.

"God? No God in here but me," he whispers against my ear, his words  making me even more desperate to have his cock inside of me. Whenever I  find myself with a man when I'm on a job, I never let desire take the  reins …  But with Ethan, that's impossible.

Letting go of my clit, he runs his finger down my pussy again, and then  simply hooks it in. I bite on my bottom lip as he pushes his finger past  my folds, guiding it all the way in, and I press my forehead against  the wall. With my eyes closed, I let a sweet madness take over me as he  starts to move his finger in and out of me. I'm moaning now, the  quivering sound of my voice echoing in the room.

"You're moaning now," he whispers, "but soon you'll be screaming."

"I'd like that," I manage to say, and as soon as the last word leaves my  lips, he takes his finger out of my pussy. He takes it to my mouth, and  acting on instinct alone, I part my lips and let his finger in. Sucking  it dry, I let my own fluids coat my tongue with my lustful flavor.  Then, with no warning at all, he grabs me by the hips again and makes me  turn to him.

With what seems like a growl, he runs his fingers through my hair once  more, and forces my head back. His lips go straight to my neck, and he  traces a downward line toward my breasts; the moment he goes over the  curve of my right breast, he wraps his lips around my hard nipple and  starts to suck on it. I exhale sharply, and taking the opportunity, he  slides one hand of his under my dress. This time, he doesn't flick my  thong to the side: he grabs on it and pushes it down my legs, his  movements filled with a kind of frantic anxiety.

I'm still kicking my thong off when he presses his hand against my bare  pussy. His thumb goes straight to my clit, and at the same time, he  pushes his index finger inside of my pussy again. Fingering me and  punishing my clit, he continues to suck hard on my nipple, all the  sensations blending into one another. It doesn't take long for my moans  to turn into one drawn out scream. God, if he can make me feel like this  using only his fingers, I can't imagine how good it will be once I push  his pants down …

"We're just getting started, Brittney …  But I love the way you scream,"  he tells me, and then starts to rub his thumb harder against my clit.  This is a man who knows what he's doing; his strokes are simple and  effective, and it only takes a few seconds for my muscles to start  tensing up. There's a fire climbing up my throat, and I already hear the  deep rumbling of thunder under my skin. "Let go …  Come for me," he  continues, and just like that, I come undone.

Fire turns into a raging inferno, and thunder melts into it as I let out  one violent scream. Pleasure rages through like a river after a flood,  whispering promises of so much more as it goes through me. Grabbing his  wrist, I hold his hand in place as I come, my pussy clamping around his  fingers. I only let go of him when the spasms that have taken over my  muscles finally start to subside.

"Now," Ethan says, slowly sliding his finger out of my pussy, "it's time  to see what you can do." I force my eyes open, and look into him, a  devilish grin on his lips. "On your knees." As if his words were magic, I  find my knees buckling, and I go down as if God himself had cut the  strings that kept me up. "Good girl."

I don't need instructions now; my hands move as if they have a mind of  their own, and I rest my fingers on his waistline. Looking up at him and  into his eyes, I unbuckle his belt, and slowly pull it out from its  loops. Breathing deeply in order to steady my fingers, I finally start  unbuttoning. My heart is pounding like a jackhammer, a wild anticipation  taking over me. As I go on, button by button, his cock pushes against  my fingers from under his boxer briefs. God, I can't even take my eyes  off of it.

Brushing one finger over his whole length, I only realize that I've  stopped breathing when I finally find his waistline. I take one more  deep breath, and hook my fingers on his boxers; pulling them down, I  can't help but bite down on my lower lips as his cock springs free,  demanding all of my attention. I don't think I've ever seen something  quite like it; to say that it's big would be putting it mildly. He has  to be at least 12 inches long, and the thickness …  Oh, God, I don't even  know how the hell I'm going to fit him in my mouth, let alone in my  pussy.

"You want it, don't you?" he asks me with a grin, grabbing his cock by  the root and pointing it at my mouth. I lick my lips unconsciously,  eager to feel him inside of my mouth.

"I do," I whisper, and he responds by brushing his glans against my  parted lips. Without saying anything else, I open my mouth wide, and  just like that, he shoves his whole cock inside of my mouth. My eyelids  droop as I feel his inches rolling over my tongue, going straight to the  back of my throat. Somehow, my lips touch the skin around the base of  his cock; it's not easy, but I push through, fitting all his length  inside of my mouth. I slide out then, my lips sliding over his shaft as I  curl my fingers around it. When Ethan places both his hands on top of  my head, I'm lost. I start to bob my head back and forth, surrendering  to the whirlwind of pleasure inside of me. I never thought I'd take this  much delight in sucking someone's cock.         

     



 

My head moves at a steady rhythm, but that doesn't seem to be enough for  Ethan. Grabbing me by the hair, he holds my head in place and he starts  to thrust, fucking my tight mouth as if he were doing to my pussy. I do  nothing but submit to the way his shaft rolls between my lips, the wet  sound of it blanketing every single thought inside my head. For just a  fraction of a second, I imagine him cumming in my mouth; somehow, I just  know that he holds a raging river of cum just for me. But instead of  doing what my imagination worked up, he does the opposite. He slides his  cock out of my mouth suddenly, and pulls me up to my feet.