Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(192)

Summoning whatever strength I still have inside of me, I stand up and  turn on my heels, facing him as my heart thumps against my chest like a  cannon. I look to the right, and then to the left, my skin prickling as I  see our naked bodies reflected on the wall mirrors.

"Come here," I whisper at him, sitting on top of his desk and parting my  legs. He comes forward, placing his body between my legs; grabbing his  cock, he angles it down and presses his glans against my wetness. With a  lewd smile, I place my arms over his shoulders and urge him to carry  on, to fuck me as hard as he can.

Moving steadily, he starts to push his cock past my folds, shards of  pleasure digging into my brain as he moves. When his shaft is halfway  in, he suddenly thrusts, drawing a loud moan from my lips. I throw my  head back, grinning wildly, and look to the side as he starts to rock  his hips against me. My reflection grins back at me from the other side  of the room, and I let my eyes wander to Ethan's body; from here, I can  see him thrusting, his ass cheeks flexing over and over again as he  pounds me with his massive cock.

"Now this is fun," I tell him, looking from one side to the other and  taking in the sight of Ethan fucking me from all angles. His muscles are  bulging, and I see them working like the perfect piece of human  engineering they are.

"What's fun," he starts to say, nibbling at my neck once more, "is  fucking your tight pussy." He pushes me back on top of the table, and as  I lean down, he curls his fingers around my ankles. Lifting my legs, he  places them over his shoulders, and starts to thrust immediately.  Pistoning into me harder than before, he now goes deeper, his tip  hitting that sweet spot inside of me.

I keep watching everything unfold through the mirrors, my naked body  ravaged by Ethan as he fucks me. It's weird to watch everything through a  game of mirrors, reflections upon reflections kicking my lust into  overdrive.

"You sure like to watch yourself," Ethan says, thrusting as hard as he can.

"No …  I like to watch you fucking me," I say between hard breaths,  managing not to scream just for a few seconds. I'm looking into his eyes  now, entranced by the flames dancing there. Inside him rages a fire,  and I just know that it's going to consume mercilessly. Which is exactly  what I want.

"Then watch," he simply whispers, placing his arms around my legs and  keeping me in place as he fucks me at a maddening pace. I tilt my head  to the side and force my eyes to remain open, watching the sway of his  hips as his cock slides in and out of me. He rams his shaft into me  until my pussy lips caress the skin at the base of his cock, and then he  pulls it back all the way to his glans before thrusting again. He keeps  going like this for what seems like an eternity, time becoming just a  foreign word to my ears. Right now, I'm drifting away, carried by a  river of pleasure and wonder.

I close my eyes and surrender completely, allowing my brain to shut down  all the unnecessary noise inside it. Now focusing only on the way his  shaft strains against my inner walls and stretches me wide, it's only a  matter of seconds until I come again.

"Don't stop, Ethan, don't stop!" I cry out, grabbing at the edge of the  bed so hard that my knuckles turn white. My body tenses up, and just  like an elastic band stretched to the limit, it simply snaps. "OH GOD,  OH GOD!" I scream like a mad woman, my pussy tightening around his shaft  as a violent orgasm turns my mind to shreds.         

     



 

"That's it, babe …  You scream all you want," he whispers, leaning into me  and pushing my legs with his shoulders. As he does it, bending me even  more, his cock drives deeper into me and my scream dies down, my throat  too weak to carry on.

My lungs are working overtime to get the air in, but I finally come down from Cloud 9.

"We're not done yet," I tell him with a grin, as if he didn't know it.  He doesn't even bother to reply; he just takes my legs out from his  shoulders and takes one step back. With a growl in my throat, I climb  down from the desk and jump on him; he moves fast, grabbing me as I  cross my legs behind his back. He eases me down over his cock, and as I  feel his thickness pushing past my inner lips, I rest my head against  his shoulder and whimper softly.

"You're right," Ethan says, rocking his hips and sliding his cock deep  into me at a gentle rhythm, "we're not done yet." With each passing  second, he starts to thrust faster and faster, making the electric  current under my skin start to crackle. I exhale sharply, and instead of  screaming, dig my fingers into his shoulder. I bite hard enough to  leave a mark, and that only makes him go harder. While my teeth are  buried deep in his flesh, and I'm biting fiercely enough to draw blood,  he doesn't even seem to acknowledge what I'm doing. Right now, it's as  if he's impervious to pain.

Completely lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, I come again, my body jolted  by a high voltage current. I stop biting him, and I only need it  because I have to scream like a banshee. The sound of my voice seems to  spur him on, and while I'm still coming, he puts me down on the floor.  He's on his knees, and I'm straddling him, but with a quick motion of  his hips he turns around and lays me down. With both his hands on his  knees, he pushes my legs up and intensifies his rhythm. My scream turns  into a quivering moan, and I'm almost sure that tomorrow I won't be able  to speak-or sit.

"I want you to … " I find myself saying, the words coming out of my mouth  before I can stop them. "I want you to …  Fuck me everywhere. Everywhere."  I remember what I went through when I put on the Illicit Escape  glasses, how it felt to have his thick cock sliding inside my ass …  And I  need to feel that right now.

"I know," he whispers, pulling his cock out with one single movement. "I  want it too …  Since I saw what you experienced with the glasses, I  haven't been able to think of anything else."

"Good," I merely respond, moving like a cat and going on all fours on  the floor. Even though I'm breathing hard and my muscles are screaming  from all the pleasure, desire seems to act as high-octane fuel. I sway  my ass from side to side, an open invitation for Ethan, and he places  both his hands on my hips. Running just one finger between my ass  cheeks, he presses it against my asshole and slowly feeds it into me. He  pushes it all the way in and then, without a break, he starts fingering  my ass. My insides are burning, and even though I have no idea how it  will feel to have a cock so massive fucking my ass, I can't wait for it.

Once he takes his finger out of my ass, he replaces it with his cock;  pressing with his glans against my hole, he rubs in an up and down  motion until I'm gasping for air.

"Please," I pant, moving my hips back. He feeds one inch into me, and I  feel my inner walls burning up as his thickness strains to get inside of  my ass. I won't lie, this hurts, but it's a pain so sweet and delicious  that I can't help but want more. I thrust back even harder, and reading  what's on my mind, he thrusts mercilessly. His shaft pushes back  against my inner walls on the way in, and once every long inch of him is  inside of me, there's nothing that I can do but scream.

"You're so fucking tight," I hear him say, his voice coming at me as if  he was on a completely different universe. As he starts to thrust, his  cock sliding in and out of my ass, I only know that I scream-my brain  can't even process the sound of my voice right now; it's busy with  distilling pain into pleasure.

"Harder, Ethan, harder … " I beg of him, wanting him to fuck me until I  can no longer utter a coherent sentence. Obliging, his hips start to  slap my ass cheeks as if tomorrow would never come. I let the sound of  flesh on flesh lull me into a dream like state, and as his cock ravages  my ass, I let the waves of ecstasy drag me down into an ocean of lust.

Making it all so much better, he starts to slap my ass as he fucks me,  his hand hitting my cheeks hard enough to leave a mark. Tomorrow I'm  going to have a sore ass, and that suits me just fine. I want to wake up  remembering how it felt to have a cock as thick as a can of Coke inside  of my ass. By all means, this should be physically impossible, but  we're still doing it.

As he pounds into me like a predator, I feel myself on the verge of  exploding. So, I do the logical thing and set the fuse on fire; I slide  one hand down my stomach, and pressing down on my clit, I start to rub  myself as his cock demolishes my ass.

"Come, Brittney," he says, and his words have an almost magical effect  on me. They caress my eardrums, travel to my brain, and there they wreak  havoc. As if this was the first orgasm of the day, I throw my head back  and scream as loud as I can, my voice so shrill that I wouldn't be  surprise if the mirrors on the walls simply shattered. But they don't,  and so I force my eyes open and look to the side, watching his ass  cheeks flex as he thrusts, his long mast destroying my hole.