Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(211)

I only notice that I'm holding my breath when I curl my fingers around  his thick mast, his long inches pulsing against my hand with ravenous  desire. Unable to resist it, I look down at his cock and bite on my  bottom lip, only now realizing how truly massive he is. Swear to God, my  hand looks like the hand of a doll when next to his tree trunk of a  cock.

"You're so big," I tell him, my brain brimming with so much lust that  it's now unable to filter out the words coming out of my mouth.

"I know," he says with a devilish grin, his member throbbing hard  against my fingers. Without taking my eyes off of his, I let my back  slide down the wall and I go down to my knees. Instinct guiding the  movements of my body, I start to lean into his cock, my eyelids drooping  at the same time. I reach for his tip with my tongue and, the moment I  finally touch it, there's a pleasant buzz under my skin. I lean forward,  parting my lips and allowing his glans inside of me; as it slides over  my tongue, I have to open my mouth as wide as I can to accommodate its  thickness. If having him in my mouth is this challenging …  I can't even  begin to imagine how it will feel to have him inside of my pussy. I  don't even know if it's physically possible! I mean, there has to be a  limit for how massive of a cock a woman can take, right? Well, whatever,  I'm going to find that out, sooner or later.

With his glans inside of my mouth, I run my tongue around it in wide,  slow circles, and only then do I start to go deeper. Inch by slow inch,  his gigantic shaft rolls down my tongue, filling my mouth in a way I  didn't even know was possible. I go so deep that the tip of his cock  touches the back of my throat but, when I open my eyes, I realize that I  still don't have all of him inside of my mouth. I choose this moment to  look up at him, my mouth straining to accommodate his thickness; the  moment our eyes lock, I can see all the hunger dancing in his eyes.

"You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now … " he tells me,  placing both his hands on my head and tangling his fingers in my hair.  Holding my head in place, he slides his cock out of my mouth, only  stopping when his glans touches my lips; then, he goes back in all the  way to the end. He keeps this pendulum motion for God knows how long,  time dilating more and more with each time he thrusts. Finally, he pulls  back and his cock pops out of my mouth with a loud wet sound.

"Ready for the main event?" he asks me, pulling me up to my feet and  pressing me against the wall once more. Smiling lewdly, I simply nod,  placing both my arms over his shoulders. Taking the hint, he presses his  body against mine and, grabbing me under my ass, he pulls me up and  into him. Reacting unconsciously, I cross my legs behind his lower back.  Now holding me with only one hand, he takes the other one between my  thighs and, grabbing the fabric of my thong, he pushes it to the side;  closing in on me, he angles himself so that his glans is against my wet  pussy.

"I want it …  I want it now," I groan, trying to sway my hips and force him to thrust.

"How bad do you want it?" he whispers, keeping his position while he  rocks his hips with soft movements, brushing the tip of his cock up and  down my folds.

"Bad. I want it bad." That's all that I can say as I start to thrust  harder, desperate to feel his cock inside of me. His grin widens as he  sees my desperation and, with a flicker of lust in his eyes, he finally  thrusts.

I throw my head back against the tiled wall and grit my teeth, doing my  best not to scream. His shaft slides inside of my pussy at a slow pace,  my inner walls straining so hard to adjust to his thickness that I feel  my insides burning up; it's physically possible, after all. The thing  is, I'm not so sure that, once we're done, my pussy will ever be the  same. But if that happens …  Well, it'd have been totally worth it.

Mason goes all the way in, only stopping when all of his inches are  nestled inside of my pussy. I dig my fingers into his back, my eyes  still closed as my brain tries to comprehend the avalanche of sensations  that are hitting me right now. That's when Mason decides to start  thrusting; rocking his hips back and forth, his cock slides in and out  of me at a growing pace, flames of ecstasy circling my mind and  threatening to consume it. This is almost too much. Almost.

"Harder," I find myself saying, my voice sounding foreign to my ears.  Mason starts going harder and harder, ravaging me with such intensity  that I have to breathe as deep as I can in order to remain conscious.  Sparks of pleasure spread from my pussy to the rest of my body, ecstasy  flooding me and overpowering me. I've never felt anything quite like  this …  I mean, I love sex, but I never really understood how good sex  could be. If Heaven exists, I doubt it'll make you feel half as good as  what I'm feeling right now.

"You're so fucking tight, Becca … " he whispers into my ear, still  thrusting so hard that my insides are boiling up. "I could get used to  this …  I really could."

It's funny how life works; one moment you're sitting at a bar, the other  Mason Kane is fucking your brains out. I never thought, not even in my  wildest dreams that my night would end like this... But here I am,  trying hard not to scream as Mason's thick cock stretches me wide. I  can't help but wonder if this is just what it is, something for me to  treasure and protect in a chest of memories, or the start of something  new …  Deep down, I hope it's the latter. I really do.

Lucky for me, there's no time (or brainpower) to dwell in what's going  to happen afterwards. Right now, the pleasure I'm feeling forces both  the past and the future to the sidelines, and the present takes the  spotlight.

"I think I'm …  going to come... " I manage to get out between hard  breaths, every single muscle in my body tensing up as electricity pools  inside of them.         

     



 

"Cum, Becca …  cum for me," he whispers, and his words act on my body as  if they were a spell; slight spasms take over my muscles and, as my  fingernails dig into his back, my pussy tightens around his shaft like a  vice. I feel a violent scream climbing up my throat but, moving fast,  Mason places his hand on top of my mouth once more, muffling my scream.



My eyes are shut, and thunder and lightning have taken over my mind.  There's a storm inside of me, a storm of out-of-control ecstasy, and I  can't stop myself from screaming into Mason's hand.

Even though I'm coming my brains out, Mason doesn't stop thrusting. In  fact, he goes even harder than before, his thighs slapping my ass so  hard that, if anyone walks into the restroom anytime soon, there's not  going to be any doubt about what's happening in one of the stalls.

Luckily, his cock starts to spasm harshly and, in a quick movement,  Mason pulls it out. With his hands on my hips he forces me to turn  around, and I don't need further instructions; I go down to my knees and  lean into him, parting my lips as I reach for his cock.

I curl my fingers around his shaft as I wrap my lips around it and,  wasting no time, I start going up and down his cock. He places both his  hands on my head, feeling the sway of my body, and finally succumbs to  pleasure. A violent spasm takes over his cock and, in a heartbeat, he  starts to gush his load into my mouth. His warm juices fill me up in no  time, the saltiness of it coating my tongue and making my skin prickle. I  keep on bobbing my head back and forth until my mouth is brimming with  cum, and only then do I pull back, but still he keeps on cumming, thick  strands of it hitting across my chest and covering my bare tits.

When the spasms finally die out, I peel my fingers off his cock and,  looking into his eyes, I go up to my feet. Without saying a word, he  leans into me and, using his tongue, scoops the few drops of cum that  are dripping down from my lips onto my chin. He runs the tip of his  tongue between my pursed lips and, then, taking his lips to my ear,  whispers, "Swallow it all." I obey without hesitation, his seed going  down my throat in an instant.

"This was --"

"Amazing," he completes, looking at me with a dazed smile on his lips.

"What happens now?" I ask him as I lean back against the wall, still  trying to catch my breath. I know I shouldn't be feeling like this, but  I'm anxious for him to say that he wants to see me again. That he wants  to tap my phone number into his cellphone's keyboard, or maybe he'll  agree to a date tomorrow …  Right now, anything will work. Of course,  that's not what he says.

"Now? Now I have to go and meet another woman. She's probably going to  try to blackmail me with something and I'm mostly going to have to  accept it. So, yeah, there's that." And, just like that, he crushes all  my illusions.

I mean, what did he just say?

He recognizes my confusion.

"Why can't you just say no to whatever she asks?" I ask, puzzled. "I mean, you're a powerful man."