Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(188)

It comes quickly and without warning: my pussy clenches around his shaft  and I lean into him, digging my fingernails into his back. A convulsion  of pleasure takes over my body and I feel it shaking as it never did  before. I feel my brain frying up, and the fire under my skin scorches  every single one of my nerve endings. This is Heaven, pure and simple.

Not wanting to lose momentum, I climb down from him, making his cock pop  out of me in the process. My legs grow weak as I stand up, and I fall  down to my knees; not that I care, this is exactly what I want.

Without waiting a single second to see his reaction, I grab his cock and  go for it, planting my lips on his tip. My own scent and flavor hits  me, and I just let go completely. I roll my lips down his shaft and I go  all the way down, only stopping when I meet the skin at the root of his  cock. This time, when his glans hits the back of my throat, there's  some discomfort as I struggle to breath; and this is exactly what makes  the real thing so much better. The way I see it, the best things in life  are the hardest ones? Why should it be any different when it comes to  sex?

Bobbing my head up and down, I wrap my fingers around his shaft at the  same time, and then start to move my hand at the same rhythm of my  mouth. Sucking and stroking, it doesn't take very long for a slight  spasm to take over his cock. After spending God knows how long watching  me being fucked by his virtual self, he must be aching for release even  more than I was. I mean, at least I was coming throughout the whole  thing, when all he could do was stare.

Without warning, his cock spasms harshly, and just like that, a flood of  cum fills my mouth. All it takes is two spasms for my mouth to be  brimming with semen, thick strands of it dripping down my chin. I pull  back immediately, but he keeps on shooting, hitting me straight in the  face with his cum.         

     



 

I keep stroking him as he cums, forcing him to unleash his load upon my  half naked body. I'm still wearing my bra and thong; there was no time  to take these off when all I needed was to have him inside of me, and  I'm sure it will all go straight to the laundry once I leave.

Still holding all his cum inside my mouth, I go up to my feet as soon as  he stops shooting his load. I straddle him again, and not leaving him  the time to react, lean in and press my mouth against his. I push my  tongue against his mouth and force him to part his lips; he obliges and  we submit to a frenzied kiss, our tongues swapping his cum as if it were  the most delicious thing in the whole universe.

When I pull back from his kiss, exhaustion finally takes over me. My  body grows limp, and if he wasn't holding me I'd fall straight to the  floor. Smiling, he pulls his pants up and picks me up, carrying me in  his arms. I feel myself drifting off, and the moment he lays me down on  his soft bed, I'm a goner.

God, why did it take this long for me to find out that there are men like Ethan walking around?





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Brittney





When I open my eyes, it's already morning. I blink twice as my brain  reboots, trying to figure out where the hell I am. Cotton sheets are  covering my naked body, and behind me, there's another naked  body-Ethan's. All at once, the memories of last night flood me. God,  that was intense; Ethan's VR glasses left me spent and exhausted, and  then we fucked as if we just had a few minutes to live. No wonder I  passed out. I was half comatose by the time he came.

There's a wide smile on my lips and I have no idea where it's coming  from. My heart is beating steadily, drumming a happy tune, and I realize  that I haven't been this happy in ages. I think of turning to Ethan to  wake him up, but we're spooning and he has his arm draped over my body.  So, I do the next logical thing and press my ass back against him; in  half a heartbeat, I feel something thick and long stiffening and pushing  against my ass cheeks. Hello there.

Ethan stirs, and then his hand goes down my side as he wakes up.  "G'morning," he whispers with a lazy voice. I guess last night wasn't  easy on him as well.

"Good morning," I repeat after him, pushing my ass harder against his  cock. His shaft is nestled between my ass cheeks, and I start to grind  against him in soft, gentle movements. I've just woken up and I'm  already eager to go at it again …  Christ, he's like a drug, and I'm  already an addict.

"Don't you ever get tired?" he asks me, his hand going down to my ass.  He squeezes one cheek gently, and then moves his hand up to my breasts.

"Never," I purr, that uncontrollable smile still dancing on my lips. "Not when I'm with you."

"That's the right answer, congratulations."

"Do I get a prize?" I ask him, grinding harder against him.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Oh, I don't know … " I tease him, swaying my hips from side to side and  stroking his cock with my cheeks. Curling his fingers around his shaft,  he slides his glans down my crack, and then fits his hard member between  my legs. Biting on my bottom lip, I feel my pussy grow as wet as the  Pacific.

"Oh, I know you do." With his lips on my neck, he starts kissing me  tenderly while, at the same time, he slides his glans inside of my  pussy. My insides clench as I feel the tip of his cock pushing back my  folds, and my arm shoots back to his ass; grabbing a handful of his firm  cheeks, I try and pull him into me. "See? You knew, after all."

"Oh, shut up and fuck me," I chuckle, thrusting back with my hips. He  allows another inch to go inside of me, and keeps that slow maddening  pace until his whole shaft is buried in my pussy. Once I feel his tip  pressed against that sweet spot, he digs his fingers into my thigh and  starts to rock his hips.

As his cock starts to slide in and out of me, I sway my hips and try to  match his pace. When our rhythm reaches its frenzied pinnacle, Ethan  throws the sheets back, and the cool air of the morning makes my skin  prickle. My hand is still on his ass, and I leave it there, urging him  to go faster and faster. And that's exactly what he does, picking up the  pace until my insides are burning up.

With a wild grin, I move forward and his cock pops out of me. I turn to  him, and his eyes are wide with surprise: he wasn't expecting me to take  the lead, but that's exactly what I want to do. I wink, and then climb  on top of his body; grabbing his cock, I guide it home and ease myself  down on it.

His hands go straight to my tits, and as he squeezes them softly, I  start to ride him at a tender pace. My hips are moving steadily, and I  throw my head back and sigh loudly. Of course, all tenderness turns into  frenzied lust, and I can't help but lean into him and jump up and down  on his cock. As I do it, I crush my mouth against his and lock myself in  a kiss.

This time, sex has nothing to do with a power play. It has nothing to do  with Simon's demands, or with Ethan's prototype. No, this time we're  making love (oh, God, did I really say make love?) because I want to.  Because I need to please him. That's right, it's not about me; it's  about him.

Pulling back from our kiss, I press my forehead against his and simply  look into his eyes. I could lose myself there, and somehow, I know that  I'm already lost. Oh, God, what's happening to me? I never got this  involved with any of my …  targets. I can't do this, I can't. But it looks  and feels so right …

My eyes never leaving his, I ride him until I feel his cock spasming.  His pleasure turns into my own, and my pussy starts tightening up around  his shaft at the same time. I smile at him, and just like that, we come  undone. He groans, and I moan; in a fraction of a second, I feel his  cock coating my insides with his cum, and it's simply perfection.  Christ, I love to make him cum, to know that I'm pleasing him like no  other woman can.

Ecstasy courses through us both as if we were one, and I close my eyes  and surrender to his embrace. Breathing softly, I lay my head against  his chest and remain like that as his cum drips down my pussy, his cock  finally quieting down.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I'm falling for him,  and that's exactly what I'm afraid of. If I fall for him, I'm screwed.

Rolling to the side, I sprawl myself on top of the mattress, gazing at  the ceiling. Ethan turns to me and plants a soft kiss on my cheek.  "You're really one of a kind, Brittney," he whispers, and I feel my  heart melting. Oh, God, please don't allow this to happen. Please,  please. I can't fall for him.

I remain on the bed as Ethan gets up and goes for a shower. I lay there  as if I'm frozen, but the gears inside my head are turning at high  speed. What am I going to do?

"I ordered you breakfast, babe," Ethan tells me, coming out from the  closet fifteen minutes later, already dressed. He's wearing a dark suit  and I can't help but notice how it fits him perfectly. I'm sure it's  expensive as hell, but I'm not talking about the quality of the suit …   Somehow, Ethan is the kind of guy that makes suits look good, and not  the other way around. "You can take your time, but I gotta go."