Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(218)

     



 

"That's it … " he groans, pushing my head back. Once I'm on his tip again,  I cup his balls and start to roll them over my fingers. They're heavy,  full of his cum, and I can't wait to unload them all over me. I shiver,  remembering how his semen tasted, and that just makes me start to suck  on him as hard as humanly possible. Bobbing my head back and forth, I  close my eyes and surrender to the way his thickness forces me to open  my mouth wide. My jaw hurts from the effort, but that's the price you  pay when you have a cock as big as this at your disposal. And, if you  ask me, I'm more than willing to pay the price.

The muscles in my neck are already complaining from the effort and,  stopping just for a second, I take his cock out of my mouth and take a  deep breath. While I do it, I keep on stroking, my hand working on him  furiously.

"I fucking love the way you use your mouth," he says, softly brushing  his thumb over my lips. "It's so tight …  Almost as much as your pussy."  His words are like a drug, his voice blanketing all of my thoughts;  eager to please, I dive into him again, rolling my lips down his shaft. I  suck on him so relentlessly that a violent spasm takes over his cock;  he's on the verge of cumming, but that I don't stop. Pulling on my hair,  he has to be the one taking control. He pushes me back and his cock  pops out of my mouth with a wet sound. "Not yet."

In a hurry, he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and  boxers. Like a god, he towers over me, his naked body the most perfect  sight my eyes have ever seen. Mason he's …  perfect. And he's going to be  your stepfather as well, an insidious voice whispers inside of my head. I  know that this simple fact should be enough to ruin the fun …  But it  just makes me hornier.

"Fuck me," I blurt out, looking up at him. Grabbing one arm, he pulls me  up to my feet and pushes me back against the wall. Without wasting  time, he presses his body against mine, and I tremble as I feel his  shaft brushing against my drenched thong. "Please," I moan, running my  hands down the side of his body and resting them over the curve of his  ass.

Moving fast, he grabs at my thong and pulls it against my outer thigh. I  gasp as I feel the fabric digging deep into my flesh and then, as he  tugs harshly, I hear the sound of the thong tearing. It slides off my  skin and, instead of throwing it to the floor, he brings it up to his  face.

"You're delicious … " he whispers, brushing my drenched thong against my  lips. I feel the scent of lust and sin, my own fluids smearing my lips,  and only then does he let the thong fall to the floor. "It drives me  fucking crazy," he continues, leaning into me; with the tip of his  tongue, he licks my lips, tasting my pussy there.

I grab his cock, anxious to feel it sliding inside my pussy, but he  grabs me by the wrist and stops me. "I want to taste you first," he says  and, acting on it, he goes down to his knees. With one hand on the back  of my knee, he places my right leg over his shoulder and then leans  into me. I place both my hands on his head, my insides clenching as he  places his face between my thighs; when he runs his tongue between my  wet folds, I can't help but let out one loud moan.

Grabbing his hair by the root, I pull him into me with a violent  movement. He doesn't fight back; he dives into me with a vengeance, his  open mouth sucking on my drenched pussy. When he flicks his tongue at my  clit, I feel as if I was hit by thunder. My whole body tenses up and I  start swaying my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his  face as if tomorrow would never come.

"Yes, yes," I moan, bright lights flashing behind my closed eyelids. My  moans become louder and louder, and I have to grit my teeth to stop  myself from screaming. If I keep being this loud, everyone will know  what we're doing inside his office. Even now, my brain is drowning in  pleasure, I can still hear the noise from outside the office, the  traders going about their business just a few feet away from me and  Mason. Oh, if anyone barged in and saw us fucking …  Mason and his  step-daughter fucking-I can already see the headlines. Now that would be  a mess.

Closing my eyes, I throw my head back and try to keep quiet. It's harder  than it seems, but somehow, I manage to do it. Mason doesn't seem to  care about it, though. Instead of taking it easy, he licks my pussy in a  feverish frenzy; feeling me on the verge of exploding, he presses two  fingers over my clit and starts to rub it in that maddening rhythm.

"Oh, fuck … " I hiss, my body like a coiled spring. Experienced as he is,  it doesn't take long for me to snap. Grinding my teeth hard enough to  shatter them, I let a wave of ecstasy wash over me. My muscles tremble  and twitch, and pleasure rages through me like a midnight storm.

I'm breathing so hard even my lungs are complaining; still, Mason  doesn't ease up. He keeps lapping at my pussy, working me with his  tongue and fingers until the orgasm finally starts to subside.

Taking my leg out from his shoulder, he goes up to his feet, the Devil's  grin on his face. "Delicious," he whispers, running his tongue over his  wet lips. The skin around his mouth is glistening, my fluids dripping  down his face, and the urge to kiss him overwhelms me. I crush my mouth  against his and part his lips with my tongue. My own flavor coats my  tongue and crawls up to my brain, making me feel dizzy. There's  something wicked about tasting myself in the lips of a man like Mason.

"Delicious," I repeat, smiling at him while I run my tongue over my lips. "No wonder you like it so much."

"That's right," he says, pressing his body against mine. His hands are  on my ass now, squeezing my cheeks gently; I grab his cock and angle it  down, pointing its tip straight at my wetness.

"Fuck me now," I urge him, trying to place his glans against my pussy.  He resists, not moving, and simply looks me in the eye. "I can't wait  any longer …  I need it now."

Like a predator moving on its prey, he places both hands under my ass  and lifts me up, pinning me against the wall while I lace my legs behind  his lower back. God, my heart is about to burst right now.

"You'll have to do better than that." Grabbing his cock, he comes closer  and starts to rub his glans against my pussy lips, moving it up and  down its length. I try to thrust, desperate to feel his thickness  pushing against my inner walls, but he simply keeps on teasing me.

"Please, Mason …  Please … " I moan, placing both of my hands on his bare  ass and trying to reel him in. Grinning, he feeds one inch of his thick  cock inside of me, and my fingernails dig into his ass cheeks. I want  more; I need more. "Please … " I beg again, my voice like frail glass. He  gives me one more inch and I throw my head back, hitting it against the  wall. "Please … " I repeat, just like a prayer. I'm desperate now.

"There's nothing better than hearing you beg … " he whispers against my  ear and, with one violent thrust, he impales me on his cock. I scream,  forgetting all about the dozens of people hanging around Mason's office.  There's still a semblance of rationality inside of me, though. I close  my mouth and, gritting my teeth, trying to keep silent as Mason slides  his cock out of me. But then, when he thrusts again, another scream  crawls up my throat. I hiss and moan, fighting against the urge to  scream like a banshee, but Mason seems hell bent on fucking me so hard  that screams of pleasure become mandatory.

Pistoning into me with the fury of a god, I feel my inner walls  straining to accommodate him. He slides in and out of me at a frantic  pace, stretching me wide, and I let my head down and press it against  his shoulder. I bite there, burying my teeth into his flesh hard enough  to draw blood; he doesn't even seem to notice it. By the time I take my  mouth off of his shoulder, the mark of my teeth on his skin is clear as  crystal. A memento of sin.

I open my mouth to beg him not to stop, but there's no need for it. As  if he could read my mind, his thrusts grow even more wild and ferocious,  and I feel like I'm walking on a tightrope. Sparks of pleasure are  biting at my muscles and, as tension builds deep inside of me, I grit my  teeth as hard as I can, bracing for impact. Don't scream, don't scream,  I think to myself, but then reality chokes all that out of me.

An explosion goes off inside of me and, knowing what's to come, Mason  places his hand over my mouth. I let out one fierce scream but, with his  hand, he manages to muffle it. My pussy starts to spasm around his  shaft, and it feels as if someone has poured my body with gasoline and  then put a flame to it.

"Oh, God … " I sigh as Mason takes his hand off of my mouth. Carefully  sliding his cock out of me, he takes my legs out from his back. When my  feet touch the floor, I suddenly feel weak and spent. Still, when I open  my eyes and meet his devilish grin, adrenaline starts to course through  my veins once more. Bring it on, stepfather; since we're already  sinning, let's go all the way.