Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(21)

"I want you  …  I want your pussy, Ash," he tells me, his eyes narrowing  as his voice grows heavier. Taking my hands back to his knees, I push  myself up. Without breaking eye contact, I take my hands to my shoulders  and push the straps of my dress down, allowing it to droop over my  tits. As I pull the dress down to my waist, showing Austin my lace bra, I  then sway my hips from side to side and allow the dress to fall in a  bunch at my feet.

"Like what you see?" I ask him the same question he asked me, grabbing  both my breasts and squeezing them. Then, taking one hand to my back, I  unclasp my bra and simply take it off, biting down on my lower lip as I  release my hard nipples from the oppression of the bra.

"What do you think?" he almost growls and, bending over, he grabs me by  the hand and pulls me into him. I stumble forward and, before I know it,  I'm straddling him again; except this time the only barrier between us  is my thong, his cock pressed against it and staining it with his  pre-cum.

I almost try to get up again just so that I can take my thong off, but  Austin solves that problem quite easily. Grabbing it with one hand, he  flicks it to the side so that he can look at my wet pussy.

"There she is," he whispers, his eyes struggling between looking at my eyes or at my pussy.

"And it's all yours," I whisper back at him in the same heavy tone,  almost too desperate to feel his thickness buried inside my pussy once  more. As I speak, I raise my hips up and, grabbing his cock with my  hand, I angle it so that its tip is pointing straight at where it  matters. Which, of course, means I've aimed it toward my pussy.

And he doesn't mind, not at all.

"All mine," he growls, repeating my words. Then, in a short moment that  seems to last for just a fraction of a second, he thrusts upward and  hammers his cock into me. Arching my back, I let out a loud scream as  his thickness fills me up. The moment that happens, something inside my  mind simply snaps: I throw my arms over his shoulders and start riding  him fast and hard, almost as if I were a porn star in one of these super  expensive movies men seemingly enjoy. Although, just between us, I  think that my performance beat those of a porn star. And no, I'm not  bragging; I'm just saying it as I see it.

I mean, I'm riding him so hard that, only after just a short minute,  beads of sweat are already pooling on my forehead, locks of hair  becoming plastered to my face. And that just makes me go even harder,  the drops of sweat trickling down my back caressing me like soft kisses.

Austin grabs me by the ass as I fuck him because, yeah, I'm the one  doing the fucking right now, and he keeps them there to feel the sway of  my body, allowing me to keep my own rhythm.

One of his hands escapes from my ass, though, and he takes it to my  right breast. He squeezes it harshly and then, letting go, he pinches my  hard nipple between his thumb and index finger, unleashing a blend of  painful pleasure inside my body.

"Oh, God, fuck," I let out in a torrent of words, fireworks going off  behind my eyelids. I realize that I'm about to come and, just a fraction  of a second later, that's exactly what happens. My pussy tightens  around his cock like a vice, choking it hard, and I let out a wild moan  as I come.

I feel my fluids dripping down my pussy, creamy and thick, and that just  makes Austin's cock slide more easily in and out of my pussy.

"I want you to  …  taste me," I breathe out, not even knowing what the  hell I'm saying. But then something clicks in my brain, and I realize  that I need his mouth on my pussy, and I need it this very second.  Pushing my feet against the seat, I stand up over Austin; with my feet  on either side of his thighs, I push my thong down my legs and simply  kick it off. It flies through the air in a wide arch and lands on his  desk, falling right on top of his speech notes.

"Funny," Austin says, his gaze going straight to my sticky thighs.  "Because tasting that pussy is exactly what I want right now." With  that, he takes both his hands to my crotch and pulls me into him.  Placing one feet over the armrest, I let myself go and simply press my  pussy against his face; I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my  fluids all over his face while he flicks his tongue against my inner  lips, scooping up the cream that's covering my pussy right now.         

     



 

Jabbing with his tongue at my insides, he licks me up furiously,  devouring me in such a way that my insides seem to be on fire right now.  And, not happy with it, he takes two fingers to my clit and starts  rubbing on it, hell bent on making me come once more.

Placing one hand against the side of the plane for support, I then start  thrusting against Austin's mouth, enjoying the way in which he's  licking me. "Oh God, that's so-" I start to say, but the rest of the  sentence never leaves my mouth. Instead, a wild moan climbs up my  throat, clawing at my tongue and exploding into the air like an omen of  things to come.

I feel my pussy spasming slightly and, with a few taps of his thumb  against my clit, Austin amplifies all the pleasure running through my  body. Feeling my legs growing weak, I take my pussy off of his face and  climb down from the seat, my knees trembling the moment my feet touch  the floor.

I press my back against the wall and close my eyes for a few seconds,  trying to catch my breath. When I finally open them back up, Austin is  already standing in front of me, his cock pulsing as if begging me for  more. Reaching for him, I curl my fingers around his shaft and pull him  into me; taking one step forward, he presses his body against mine and  guides his lips straight to my mouth.

My eyelids droop as our lips make contact, the musky scent of my pussy crawling up my nostrils and making me feel lightheaded.

"Delicious, isn't it?" Austin asks, that sweet grin on his face. Swear  to God, I never met a man that could make feel weak in the knees with  just one grin. That, of course, until I met Austin.

"Yes …  but not as delicious as having you inside of me," I shoot right  back at him; then, I turn on my heels fast and place my hands against  the curved wall of the plane.

Facing the window, I spread my legs wide for better support; Austin  comes up to me once more, closing the distance between us, and presses  his body against mine, his hands sliding down the side of my body before  finally stopping on my waist.

Looking out at the clear blue sky, I smile to myself and thrust my ass  back, pressing my ass crack against his cock. Down below, I can see the  Grand Canyon, deep valleys carved into the stone by the unseen forces of  nature. And here we are, forty thousand feet up in the air, completely  naked and anxious to fuck as if this was our last moment on Earth. And,  truth be told, it might be. You just never know, right? Carpe Diem.

Shuddering as Austin takes his hands to my ass, his fingers tracing the  curve of my ass, I sigh heavily. His fingers go all the way down and,  finding the gap between my thighs, Austin starts caressing my pussy lips  tenderly. Then, replacing his fingers with his cock, he takes his hands  back to my waist.

"Fuck me  …  fuck hard," I beg him, and he doesn't hesitate: he thrusts  right away, ramming his cock into my pussy with one single thrust. My  breathing grows ragged as I feel his familiar thickness inside my pussy  once more, its warmness spreading to the rest of my body. I don't know,  is there anything better than having Austin's cock inside my pussy? It's  as if instead of being made of flesh, his cock is made out of magic.

The sound of his thighs slapping my ass fill the whole room as he fucks  me, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of my ass cheeks. Looking  for my clit with his free hand, he sends it around my waist and then  presses down on my pleasure bud with one fingertip, tapping and rubbing  it in a matching rhythm to that of his cock.

 Allowing my head to fall forward, I press my forehead against the  wall and try to keep standing up as Austin fucks, each thrust of his  like a firestorm. With each passing second, my body starts growing more  and more tense, and I know that I won't be able to endure this pace for  much longer. I'm either going to bend or break.

Of course, I don't bend and I don't break. Instead I just come my brains  out, my orgasm turning into sound as it erupts from between my lips,  the sound of my voice loud enough to rattle the frame of the airplane.

Sliding his cock out of me in a hurry, Austin then forces me to turn  around. Taking his hands to my ass cheeks, he pulls me into him;  reacting on sheer instinct, I lace my legs around his waist and throw my  arms over his shoulders.

"I can't get enough of your pussy," Austin groans as he lowers me over  his cock, the lips of my aching pussy parting to take in the whole  length of his cock. Sheathing it to the hilt inside of me, he wastes no  time and resumes his thrusting motion, fucking me as fast as he was  doing before.

"Harder," I beg him with one simple word, but that's all it takes. He  starts pistoning into me with such a fury that, a few seconds later,  beads of sweat start forming on his forehead. The muscles in his arms  bulge as he holds me up, and I can't help but look at them and feel like  the luckiest woman in the world. I mean, I'm just a simple woman, and  Austin is richer than God, more ripped than a cover magazine model, and  he's also smart. Oh yeah, and he's the President of the United States.  Seriously, how did I end up here, aboard the Air Force One with the  President's twelve-inch cock buried deep inside my pussy?