Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(205)

I slow down just a bit, but Ethan keeps the rhythm up by thrusting. I  have to stop and allow him to take the lead; he hooks his fingers on my  thighs, and,pushing me down, he starts to thrust like a madman.

"Fuck, I can't get enough of you," he says, and I can't tell if he's  talking to me or to himself. Either way, his words tickle my brain, and I  let the satisfaction wash over me as my pussy starts to tighten around  his cock.

"I don't want you to get enough of me," I manage to say, struggling to  get the words out as his cock pistons into me, setting fire to my sides.  I grit my teeth, hard enough to shatter them, and hiss through them  like a snake; then, unable to control myself, I go back down to my knees  and scream so hard that I risk ruining my vocal chords.

Even though I'm already coming, Ethan doesn't slow down; if anything, he  goes even faster. Each thrust of his intensifies my orgasm, and before I  even know what's happening, I feel it building up all over again.  Instead of fading away as quickly as it came, ecstasy rises and falls in  me, maintaining a constant presence as tiny fast spasms make my muscles  twitch. I come for the second time in a row, and it's almost too good  to be true. If I died right now, I'd die as a happy woman. I mean, I'm  sharing a bed with the most perfect man on Earth …  And did I mention that  he loves me? Yeah, I probably sound like I'm head over heels right now,  but that's only because I really am. I don't care if I sound like a  naive teenager; this is my moment, and I've earned it. And you can rest  assured that I'm going to enjoy it.

Rolling to the side, I sprawl myself on the mattress, breathing so hard  that I don't even know how my lungs are still working. I'm so spent that  I can't even open my eyes right now. Still, my heart keeps beating that  relentless song of lust and desire, and I know that we're far from  being done.

"Come here," I purr, going on all fours and swaying my ass. Grinning, he  goes up to his knees and places himself behind me, his hands going  straight to my hips. With one single stroke, he places his glans against  my pussy and slides it inside me at once. This time I don't moan or  scream, I simply let it happen.

Slapping his thighs against my ass cheeks, he fucks me savagely. He  doesn't build up the rhythm; he simply goes hard right from the start.  His cock is moving so fast that I can't even tell when it's going in or  when it's going out, and really, who cares? All that matters is that his  shaft is deep inside of me, pushing against my inner walls and ravaging  me.

"This …  Every day … " he groans between thrusts, slapping my ass with the back of his hand. "Can you handle it?"

"Can you handle it? I'm insatiable … "

"Then we're a match," he tells me, and without warning, pushes his thumb  against my asshole and slides it in. I moan immediately, my whole body  tensing up as a nocked arrow. Fuck, I can't believe I'm about to come  again. When I met Ethan, I was already an experienced woman (okay, I was  more than just experienced), but this is almost too much, even for me.

Two more hard thrusts and I'm coming again; I collapse on top of the  mattress, but Ethan follows, pressing his body on top of mine. I bite at  the sheets, bunching them up with my fingers while I flail my arms. I'm  completely out of control, and it feels amazing. While my brain is  frying, Ethan keeps on thrusting, pressing the tip of his cock against  my G-spot and rubbing it there. With precise movements, he stops my  orgasm from simply fading away, and keeps fanning the flames of pleasure  inside of me.

While he pounds me furiously, I feel beads of sweat forming on my  forehead. Supporting myself with only one hand, I take the other one and  place it between my thighs, two fingers tightly pressed on my clit. As  my body rocks back and forth, my hair plastered to my forehead and  cheeks, I feel something boiling inside of me. Something …  different.

"That's it, babe, don't stop now," he tells me, and I can't help but  obey. With my fingers working in tandem with Ethan's cock, I finally  explode.

"OH GOD, OH GOD!" I scream, raw ecstasy going through me. Harsh spasms  take over my pussy, and as it grips his cock like a vice, I start to  squirt. "OH FUCK!" I continue to scream, my own fluids dripping down my  legs and onto the sheets. Consulting and only semi-conscious, I collapse  on top of the mattress, breathing hard as the final waves of pleasure  crash against me.

Ethan followed after me, keeping his cock inside my pussy as I went  down. Only now that I'm finally spent, does he pull his cock out of me,  and he stands up on the bed. Knowing what I have to do, I roll to the  side and go up to my knees, opening my mouth as he strokes himself. I  look at the movement of his hand on his cock as if I were in a trance,  and when he starts to cum, he catches me with my guard down.

A thick strand of cum slaps me across the face, and then he starts to  gush a fountain of cum all over me. While he paints me in white, I stick  my tongue out and let him fill up my mouth, which he does in just two  seconds. When it's brimming, I simply swallow down and open it back up,  allowing him to give me another dose of his salty seed.         

     



 

While he shoots his load all over, I rub my hands over my tits and start  to spread his cum over my skin, looking at him with a devilish  cum-coated grin on my face. Once his spasms finally subside, his knees  buckle and he goes down, kneeling right in front of me. Returning my  devil's grin, he leans into me and presses his mouth against mine; his  tongue takes my mouth by assault, and stealing it from me, he scoops up  his own cum. When he finally pulls back from our kiss, his grin is even  wider than before, and he swallows.

"You're a dirty, dirty boy, Mr. Woman Tamer" I purr, smiling as if I am the happiest woman on Earth. Which I might be.

"Look who's talking, Ms. Man Chaser," he shoots back, brushing his  fingers across my face. "And I like it that way, don't worry …  After all,  we're going to have a lifetime of dirtiness ahead of us." I smile at  him, letting that sink in. A lifetime together …  And, soon, we're going  to have a family. I don't know what else to ask for.

"I can't wait for it."





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Epilogue As Told By Brittney





I sit back on the couch and spread my legs wide. I'm wearing just a  light blue thong. One hand is underneath, desperately fingering my clit.  The other hand is twisting my nipples.

In front of me are two mirror images of Ethan. They're both coming toward me.

"You've already started without us, huh?" Ethan One asks me, giving me his trademark smirk.

"But you're going to end with us," Ethan Two says, picking up nicely. "I swear."

I've done this program maybe about half a dozen times and I never last  through it. Two big strong men like Ethan are about to have their way  with me.

I'll tell you right now what's going to happen, hun.

They're going to take off their boxer briefs. Then they're going to force me on all fours on the couch.

Ethan One is going to stand next to the edge of the couch and force me  to blow him. Ethan Two is going to slap my ass if I don't blow fast  enough while also taking time to bring his face lower and lick my ass.

Then Ethan Two is going to jam his cock in me as Ethan One keeps fucking my face.

By now, I'll have cum at least once, maybe twice.

They'll fuck every hole of mine. They'll DP me till I pass out from  pleasure. They'll cum all over me and leave me a quivering mass of  twitching flesh on the ground.

And then I'll take the nondescript looking glasses off and be transported back to my apartment.

Only this time, I don't get a chance to do any of that, because someone takes the glasses off of me.

"Hey!" I shout out.

And I realize that Ethan Kane-the real thing-is standing right in front of me.

"Figured you'd want me in the flesh?" he asks, a smirk, on his lips.

I smile at him and stand up.

I'm dressed casually, just yoga pants and a tank top. It's a Sunday and neither of us has work today. Thank God.

I'm serious, hun. If you only knew the kind of year that we've had.

Oh, no, it wasn't bad at all. In fact it was several orders of magnitude better than great.

First, let's do the work bits.

So Conners Media and everything controlled by Simon Conners kind of blew  up after the disaster that was Times Square. As one of the largest  companies in the world of pornography began to implode, Ethan found  himself on the front seat. Illicit Entertainment began to start picking  up and buying pieces of Conners Media from the banks after they were  sold off.

The final death knell came when HawkeLane Media, the direct Internet sex  entertainment company run by Arsen Hawke and his wife purchased the  rest of the assets at fire sale prices and fired Simon Conners.

After that, Simon began to try and nurse his depression and spent six months blowing through millions of dollars.

I mean, he made even Ethan Hawke look frugal. But he was burning out.  Constantly strung out and finding no one who wanted to fuck his coked up  limp dick, he began to do more and more drugs. He got busted a few  times with massive amounts of cocaine possession. The busts were so big  that the authorities wondered how he was even still alive.