Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(193)

"FUCK! FUCK, FUCK!" I scream, tears streaming down my face. I feel my  brain melting like butter on a hot day, and all of my nerve endings are  being cauterized by the scorching heat of pleasure. I let go of my clit,  and with both hands on the floor, my fingers curl into claws as my  whole body tenses up and then down. The waves of maddening ecstasy rush  through me, and I don't even know how I'm still conscious. "I want you  to cum in my ass," I tell him, and a series of spasms start to take over  his cock as if my words were a spell. "Cum, cum … " I repeat, and then I  feel a warmness flooding me.

Succumbing to pleasure, he pulls his cock out of my ass, and grabbing  it, he starts to stroke himself as thick strands of cum cover my lower  back and ass. I moan and scream like a woman possessed, feeling the way  his seed covers my naked skin. He keeps stroking himself until there's  nothing left inside of him and then, letting go of his cock, he grabs my  hips and leans into me.

I feel his lips on my asshole, his tongue scooping up the cum that's  dripping out. He keeps on licking me until there's nothing left inside  of my ass, and then he runs his tongue up and down my crack, taking all  of his seed inside of his mouth. Then, with his hands resting on my  lower back, he starts to rub his seed all over me, his fingers sliding  easily over my body.

Completely spent, I still find the strength to turn around and face him.  Without a single word, I lean into him and press my mouth against his,  parting his lips with my tongue. We kiss in a frenzy, and I take all the  cum he holds in his mouth inside of mine; as I pull back from his kiss,  I grin and swallow, allowing his saltiness to burn down my throat. I  feel the scent and flavor of my pussy and ass on his lips, and that only  manages to make me hungrier for his semen.

With a gentle smile, he lets his tongue out and licks my lips dry, cleaning them of the few drops of cum hanging there.

"I love you," he tells me, a quiet tenderness in his eyes. "I never  thought I'd feel like this, but fuck, I really love you, Brittney."

"I love you too … " I whisper, closing my eyes and letting his words echo  inside of my head. I love you, he said. Ethan loves me. It feels unreal,  as if I'm dreaming or living a fantasy through his Illicit Escape  glasses. Forget about lust and sex …  Right now, all that matters is his  love for me, and I have it.

Still, even though his words are genuine …  I know there are roadblocks on  our path. Simon won't take this lying down, and he has the means to  make my life a living hell. Even though Ethan is a very powerful man, I  don't know if he can protect me from what lies ahead.

Yes, I'm afraid, I won't lie about that. But, at the same time, I'm as  happy as I have ever been. I've finally found true love, and God, I'll  do everything that I can in order to not lose it.





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Ethan





I wake up and the sun is just coming up over the city. I look over.

Brittney's lying next to me. She's sleeping soundly under blankets; the  only way I can even fucking tell she's there is the mop of blonde hair  that's sticking out.

But underneath the blankets, I feel her soft body pressed against me. Her curvy ass pressed against my cock.

The fact that I even got any fucking sleep is a mystery. I mean my cock  between these fucking gorgeous ass cheeks? It's already coming back to  life and getting hard. I just want to fuck her. Again.

Jesus fucking Christ. You'd think someone who runs the world's largest  pornography company would have enough sex in his life and not be running  around like some fucking horny 16-year-old kid.

That's exactly when Brittney yawns again. It's such a fucking cute  little yawn. She wriggles her body a little, and nestles her ass a bit  deeper into my crotch.         

     



 

You remember I was asking what the fuck was wrong with me? Why I was acting like a horny 16 year old?

Well, forget I ever said anything because feeling that beautiful ass on  my dick is enough to remind me of the reasons that I'm so fucking in  love with this woman.

Don't get me wrong; it's not just the sex. She's honestly such an  amazing person that I can't even begin to describe it. So warm. So  loving. So pure.

Yeah, pure. I know her past. A porn star who's starting over. But inside  that, past that, is a purity that you don't see in a lot of people.

I know she's struggling with something more though. I just can't-

Wait, did you hear that?

I stop thinking and pay attention and a moment later I hear the doorbell chime once more.

Sighing to myself, I realize that whoever is at the door probably has a good reason to be here at 7:30 am.

With great fucking reluctance, I slowly extricate myself from Brittney.  Even though she's sleeping, I can tell Brittney misses my body. She  gives off a little mewl as I get out of bed and put on a robe.

I pad over to the living room. The sun is just rising above the  buildings on 5th Avenue. It's a fucking beautiful sight that reminds me  why I love living in New York City.

I open the door and somehow, I'm just not really fucking surprised at all to see Cheryl.

She's already dressed in a prim and proper black suit and pencil skirt. I step aside to let her in.

"Sleeping in?" Cheryl asks me with a wry smile and a raised eyebrow.

I groan. "It's 7:30 in the fucking morning, Cheryl," I manage to say as I walk over to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.

"They say the early bird gets the worm," she replies back, following me.

"My worm gets enough fucking bird, thank you," I tell Cheryl as she rolls her eyes at me.

I pour my coffee as Cheryl sets down her tablet and turns it on.

"Would you like to go over the plans so far for the launch?" she asks me.

I look at Cheryl. "It's 7:30 in the morning, Cheryl … " I begin, but if she cares, she doesn't show it.

"We are three months away from releasing the one product that will  revolutionize the pornography industry in ways that dwarf what the VCR  did, Ethan," she tells me sternly. "7:30 in the morning means absolutely  nothing to me."

She's got a point. I need to not go soft.

"Let's go to the living room," I tell her, and grab her a cup of coffee  and take it with me. I sit down on the sofa and she remains standing.

"Like I said, we're launching in three months, and we're going directly out to 192 countries," she begins.

Now I'm in work mode. "How many retailers have signed on?" I ask. I'm  not hopeful. I mean we're talking about a virtual reality porn product.

"We've gotten commitments from Target, Wal-Mart, Best Buy, Amazon, and  CostCo for superior product placement," Cheryl says and I do a double  take.

"Really? Holy fucking shit," I exclaim. She nods her head.

"They all see the intrinsic value in this," she tells me. I shake my  head. A lot has certainly changed since I was a fucking kid.

"We're working with other major retailers such as Dollar Tree, Sears, as  well as independent retailers to take us on, and we're still waiting to  hear from Google and Apple," Cheryl finishes.

I nod my head. "Press?" I ask.

"Generally favorable so far, and I think the announcement we did in  Times Square got us on the front page," Cheryl says. "It has also  attracted a fair amount of unwanted attention," she finishes.

"Unwanted attention?" I ask her, cocking my eyes.

Cheryl nods, looking glum. "Our cyber security people have stopped 18  attacks designed to compromise our internal networks in the last week  alone," she tells me and I start looking over a report that she places  in front of me. "Mostly it was attempts to get at the plans or the  strategy behind the I.E." Cheryl says.

"Who was it?" I ask her.

She looks at me. "Who do you think?"

There's a moment of pause between us.

"He's still out there, Ethan," Cheryl says. "And he wants the plans for  this device. He's not going to stop and he's going to spend as much  money as he needs to until he gets it. And just hacking into our systems  isn't all I think he's doing."

I look at Cheryl in alarm. What the fuck is she talking about?

"How else is he going to get it?" I ask her sharply. "He's going to rob me?"

She shrugs. "He would if he could, but I think he's trying to get someone on the inside. He's trying to put in a mole."

"Who?" I ask.

Cheryl looks at me. "You know who I'm talking about," she tells me.

No.

Don't look at me like that.

You know who Cheryl is talking about.

But I don't believe it.

"Who's sleeping in your bed right now, Ethan?" Cheryl asks me. I don't  answer. "Who have you been spending more and more time with and who is  closer to you now than even I am?"

"Cheryl," I start and get up. "You're getting irrational."

Cheryl doesn't have time to answer. Because that's when I hear a cute little voice behind me.

"Hi," is all I hear and I turn around to see Brittney wiping the sleep  from her eyes. She's wearing one of my button down shirts and it comes  below her waist and makes her look fucking innocent and sexy at the same  time.