Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(191)

My heart is already galloping inside of my chest, and I can barely  steady my hands. Still, I lift my index finger and trace the contour of  his cock with just my fingertip, slowly moving it up and down his shaft.  As I tease him, he tangles his fingers in my hair, and I can already  feel the tension starting to mount in the way he holds me.

Running my tongue over my lips, I finally hook my fingers on his boxers,  and moving as slowly as I can, I pull them down. His cock jumps out at  once, all its size ready to ravage me. I lock eyes with Ethan once more,  curling my fingers around his shaft at the same time. Unblinking, I  start to flick my wrist, my hand moving up and down his cock at a slow  teasing pace.

"Every time I look at your cock," I say, a grin taking over my lips, "I  can't help but want to devour it." The pressure on his fingers grows  harder at my words, and he yanks on my hair, holding my head still.

"You can devour all of me," he tells me, and each one of his words feels  like a loaded gun. Anticipation is running high inside his head, and I  can see it. My grin growing wider and wilder, I push back against the  hold he has on me, and he relents, opening his fingers. My eyes never  leave his as I lean, tilting my head sideways as I allow my tongue to  part my lips; I reach for his cock with the wet tip of my tongue, and  then run it all the way down to its root. I move back up, and then down  again, repeating this coming and going motion until his whole body  starts to tense up. When I feel that he can't take it anymore, I grab  his cock harshly, and opening my mouth as wide as I can, I dive in.

His shaft slides inside my mouth at once, pushing down on my tongue and  against the inside of my cheeks. It doesn't matter how many times I go  down on him, the way he completely fills my mouth never fails to amaze  me. To fit his thickness between my lips, I have to strain my jaw to the  point where it starts to hurt, and no, I'm not complaining here, far  from it.

Forcing myself to go as deep as I can, I only stop when I'm close to  choking, his fat glans pressed tight against the back of my throat.  Pulling out, I slow down when my lips reach his glans, and I wrap them  tight around it, sucking as I lap at it with my tongue.

"You know, Brittney," he starts, and I look up at him, his cock still  filling my mouth, "you really know how to use that mouth of yours … " His  words give me a shot of confidence, and I start to bob my head as fast  as I can. I curl my fingers around his shaft and, as I suck on him, I  start to stroke him as well.

Moving in a pendulum motion, I keep going until his cock starts to pulse  wildly against my tongue; moving fast, he holds my head in place and  stops me completely. Then, without a moment's pause, he starts to  thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a relentless pace.         

     



 

As I let him fuck my mouth, I push his pants and boxer briefs down his  legs, sending them down to his ankles. Suddenly, he pulls back, his cock  springing free at once. He kicks off his shoes to the corner, and after  stepping out of his pants, pulls me up to my feet.

"You know," he whispers, placing two fingers under my chin, "I never  fucked anyone inside this office." I grin, gently chuckling as I see the  eagerness in his eyes.

"I find that hard to believe, Ethan," I tell him, looking around the  room. Two of the walls are floor-to-the-ceiling mirrors, and I see no  other reason but sex for having something like that mounted here.  Wherever I'm looking, I can see my reflection staring back at me, and I  can already imagine how amazing it must be to fuck him while I watch  everything unfold from all angles.

"I know what you're thinking," he grins, "but no. I never got around to using that mirror … "

"We have to fix that," I tell him, grinning back at him.

"We do." As the air grows electric and heavy around us, he places his  hands on my shoulders and runs them to my waist. Grabbing at my blouse,  he moves fast and pulls it over my head, forcing me to raise my arms.  His hands go back to my hips, and then he forces me to turn on my heels;  turning around, I reach for his desk and plant my hands on the flat  surface. He wastes no time, and goes straight for the clasp between my  shoulder blades; with a quick flick of his fingers, he opens my bra and  pushes it down my arms. I sigh heavily as I feel the cups drooping over  my tits, and then he simply yanks the bra off of me.

As I exhale sharply, he rests both of his hands over my breasts,  squeezing them eagerly. My flesh molds to his fingers, and a shiver goes  up my spine as I feel his fingers running over my hard nipples. Then,  one of his hands slides down to my stomach, and he slowly lowers it  until it finds the place where skin meets skirt. He slides his fingers  underneath it, and cups my pussy almost too harshly. I gasp, an electric  discharge going from his fingers to my pussy and igniting a frenzy  inside of me.

Instinct slapping away my rational mind, it then sits behind the wheel.  Acting in an almost unconscious way, I take my hands to my lower back  and grab the zipper on my skirt, pulling all the way down. He reacts by  pushing his body against mine, and I have no option but to place my  fingers on the table top again; then, acting like a hungry beast, he  pushes my skirt down my legs and presses his thick shaft between my ass  cheeks, my thong the only barrier between us.

Without waiting to see what he wants, I thrust back against his cock,  rocking my hips. Grinding against him, I feel his shaft pulsing against  my ass, and the desire to have him fuck me trumps almost everything  else.

"Fuck me, Ethan," I pant, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. "Use me however you want."

"That's exactly what I intend to," he whispers against my ear, and then  nibbles at the skin on my neck. He places both of his hands on my hips,  and then his lips start to trace a downward line down my back. When his  mouth meets my thong, he bites down on it and starts to peel it off of  me. My skin prickles as he pulls the string out from between my ass  cheeks, and then pushes it down all the way to the floor, where it falls  in a wet heap on top of my skirt.

Now on his knees, Ethan places one forearm across my lower back and  forces me to lean forward. I do it willingly, supporting myself on my  elbows as he dives into me, wrapping his full lips around my drenched  folds. He attacks me viciously, sucking on my inner lips and lashing out  at them with his tongue. Working furiously, he presses his whole mouth  against him, and opening it wide, starts to jab with his tongue.

I'm already breathing hard, but when he places two fingers right above  my clit and starts to rub on it, my hard breathing turns into a sequence  of harsh moans. Punishing my pussy and clit with wild precision, he  sets fire to my mind, the first whispers of ecstasy echoing inside my  head.

"Yes, keep going … " I moan, barely able to get the words out. "Eat me  out, Ethan …  My pussy is yours," I continue, the words forming in my  mouth before my brain even has the time to process them. As he keeps on  sucking, I feel a pressure mounting inside of me, and before I can  prepare myself for the impending explosion, it simply happens.

I hiss through my gritted teeth as my muscles start to twitch, an  electric current going through me as if I were hit by lightning. My  heart is no longer pumping blood, but endorphins; I can almost feel them  raging through my veins, consuming everything in their path and soaking  my brain into an ocean of lust and pleasure.

"Oh, God," I cry out, thrusting back against his mouth as hard as I can.  Holding me by the hips, he pushes his face against my pussy, and the  pressure between my thighs becomes almost unbearable. Without even  allowing for my orgasm to run its course, he takes his fingers off of my  clit, and turning his hand around, slides them inside of my pussy. He  goes straight to my G-spot, applying just the right amount of pressure  for my moans to turn into a sudden scream.

As he builds up a second orgasm on top of the first one, he takes his  mouth off my pussy and runs his tongue over my crack. He only stops when  he meets my asshole, and then he presses his mouth against it.

"Yes … " I moan, pushing my ass back against his mouth. He slides his  tongue inside of my hole, and I lose it; there's a detonation inside my  mind, and I let out one wild scream, the muscles in my neck straining  with the effort. "Fuck! FUCK!" I shout, my pussy spasming against his  fingers as I come.

I can't help but scream even louder. I don't know even know how I do it;  when he takes his mouth off my ass, he uses his free hand, and slides  his index finger inside of my hole. With his fingers inside my pussy and  ass, endless waves of ecstasy crash against me and devastate me  completely. I almost collapse on top of the desk, my muscles burning up  as if I was running a fever. When he finally takes his fingers out, I'm  barely conscious. Still, desire has a pulse, and I force my eyes open.