Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(186)

"Beg," his word seems like a command from a god, and my insides clench  in response. My thong is already drenched in my wetness, and I feel it  sticking to my skin. By now, I can't even feel my real body; my world is  now inside this reality. Still, I'll bet that my real thong is as  soaked my digital one.

"Please, Ethan … " I whisper, getting the words out between breaths. He  keeps brushing the belt against me as if he didn't hear me, making me  want his sweet punishment even more. As he takes the belt off of my ass,  he places one finger between my ass cheeks and over the small string of  my thong, and slides it over to my back. I can't help but moan as I  feel his touch and then, just like that, he takes his finger out and I  feel him moving behind me; in a heartbeat, the belt lands heavily on my  ass, the sound of it blending in with my scream.         

     



 

"Is this what you want?" he asks, whipping me across the ass again. The  dry sound of the leather hitting my flesh crawls all the way up to my  brain, and I can barely think straight.

"Yes, yes," I repeat as he slaps me with the belt again, hard enough to  leave a mark. I never cared too much about being roughed up like this,  but with Ethan it just seems …  Inevitable. He's a dominant man, and what  better way than this for me to feel his dominance?

Slapping my ass repeatedly, he only stops when my skin seems to be on  fire. My eyes are closed, but I hear the belt falling on the carpeted  floor. In an instant, he's on me, his bare chest pressed against my  back; his hands go straight to my breasts, and he squeezes them eagerly  over my bra, pulling one cup down and baring my hard nipple. He pinches  it between two of his fingers and a loud moan jumps out of my mouth.

"I want to fuck you … " he whispers against my ear, his lips brushing  against my earlobe as he speaks. "To devour you … " When he pulls back,  his fingers go from my breasts to my back and with a quick flick of his  fingers, he undoes the clasp on my bra. I shiver as he pulls it down my  arms, and then simply throws it somewhere on the floor.

"Devour me then," I moan, and as if my words were a command, he goes  down on his knees. My skin prickles as his fingers slide down my skin,  and then they finally stop on my waistline when they meet my thong;  hooking his fingers there, he slowly starts to pull on my drenched  underwear. I lean forward as I feel him pushing the fabric stuck between  my ass cheeks, and then my skin prickles as it easily slides down my  legs. Now, wearing only stockings and high heels, I'm more than ready  for him to devour me. And that's exactly what he does: placing both his  hands on my ass cheeks, he pushes me forward and I bend even more; then,  he leans into me.

I feel the tip of his tongue running between my soaked folds and I can't  help but tremble in place, lust raging through my veins. As his tongue  goes back and forth, my mind starts to go through a slow boil, and it  doesn't take long for me to thrust back. As I do it, he matches my  movement and goes all the way in as well; he crushes his mouth against  my pussy and starts to suck immediately, jabbing with his tongue.

I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my wetness all over his face  and feeling electric sparks travel all the way up my spine and make  their home inside my mind. My thoughts are crashing against one another,  and it's almost impossible to focus on anything …  Anything besides the  electric pleasure that consumes me, that is.

"Keep going …  Don't stop … " I moan, thrusting back against him even  harder. Loyal to my words, he starts devouring me as if he needed to do  it to survive. Working me with his whole mouth, he does in such that a  way that the electricity pooling in my brain starts a fire, scorching  whatever rationality was still inside of me.

Curling my fingers and grabbing at the sheets, I bunch them up as my  muscles turn into solid concrete. Electricity and fire turns into  pent-up tension and then, in just a heartbeat, all that tension goes  free. I go down on my elbows as my muscles start to spasm, my heart  drumming so furiously it seems ready to burst at any given moment.

"OH GOD … !" I cry out, somehow managing not to scream. Somewhere in my  mind, I know that I'm still sitting in front of Ethan, in the real  world …  And as I moan and scream, I'm also vaguely aware that I'm doing  it for real. Not that it matters; the real Ethan is probably watching  everything that's happening inside my head on his iPad. And that …  Well,  that just makes me even hornier.

As the orgasm starts to subside, Ethan doesn't allow me a break; he  pulls back from me, takes a deep breath, and then dives in again. He  starts to suck me as eagerly as before, but this time he runs one hand  up my leg and presses one finger right on top of my clit. I tremble as I  feel the pressure there, but I remain in place, trying to ride the  waves of pleasure without falling off.

As if he knows what I want him to do next, he runs his tongue between my  inner lips and then keeps going upward. I sigh as his finger goes down  from my clit and he pushes it inside of me, curling it in a hook motion  until it meets my G-spot. I scream loudly, and as I do it, he presses  his mouth right between my ass cheeks.

"Oh, God … " I moan again, Ethan flicking his tongue at my asshole as he  keeps on rubbing my G-spot, the two sensations raising a whirlwind of  pleasure inside of me. I just came, but I'm about to do it again.  Christ, someone give a Nobel Prize to the brains behind Illicit Escape:  this thing is so good it might just make sex between two real people  almost obsolete. Almost being the key word, of course. Nothing beats the  nitty gritty of having a man like Ethan fucking your brains out.  Nothing.

Licking my ass in much the same way as he was licking my pussy, he  starts to press harder against my G-spot. Time seems to stretch all  around me, and the flames of pleasure are growing at a relentless pace.  Even though I still feel the remains of my first orgasm fluttering in my  head, I'm ready to go again.

My eyes close by instinct, and in that same moment, fireworks go off  behind my eyelids. My eyes roll in their orbits and I fall forward,  collapsing on top of the mattress as I flail my limbs. It's almost like  having a seizure, but one that I wouldn't mind if it lasted forever.

I'm still shaking when I feel Ethan's fingers on my wrist. He pulls one  arm upward, and I offer no resistance as he places something metallic on  my wrist. I open my eyes just in time to see him handcuffing me to the  bedposts, but I do nothing to dissuade him; this is exactly what I want.

He goes around the bed and handcuffs my other hand, forcing me to go on  all fours. With both my arms tied to the bedposts, there's really no  other position for me to be in.

"Now …  You're mine," he says, his words oozing a kind of primitive power. Yes, I'm his, there's no doubt about that.

"Then treat me like it … " I whisper, trying hard to keep my neck  straight. My muscles are still reeling from the orgasm, and if it wasn't  for the handcuffs, I don't know if I'd be able to get up at all from  the mattress.

"I intend to," he tells me, and then climbs on top of the bed. Stepping  over my arms, he goes up to his feet, and looks down at me. "You have no  idea how much I'm enjoying the view from up here," he continues,  unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his legs. I swallow hard as I  see his hard cock straining against his boxer briefs, and I half-expect  it to simply rip its way out of the fabric. With a wild grin on his  lips, he kicks off his pants and then takes off his boxers, throwing all  of his clothes out of the bed. My heart skips a beat as his cock  springs free, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Desire steering me, I  crane my neck, trying to go for it with my mouth, but he keeps himself  out of reach.

"I want it …  Now. I want you to fuck my mouth … " I plead, straining  against the handcuffs and crawling closer to him. As a response, he  flexes his knees slightly and brushes his glans against the space  between my lips; my eyelids droop by instinct, and I feel the saltiness  of his pre-cum on my tongue.

I open my mouth as wide as I can and, seizing the opportunity, he  thrusts, allowing his shaft to roll all the way in. There's a wet sound  when his tip hits the back of my throat, but there's nothing  uncomfortable about the way he's filling up my mouth. Somehow, I guess  they've found a way to engineer the inconvenient details of sex out of  the whole experience …  If you ask me, I love every single inconvenient  detail about it. There's nothing like almost choking on a 12-inch long  cock.

"That's it …  Suck on it, you've been dying to," he whispers, slowly  sliding his cock out. He goes back until only his glans is inside of me,  and then he thrusts again, with the same abruptness of before. He  repeats this motion for God knows how long; I've lost all notion of  time, and as far as I'm concerned, I could spend an eternity like this.