Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(223)

She moves slowly, running her fingers back and forth over my legs, but  never actually reaching for my crotch. She's teasing me, torturing me,  and it's fucking working. With each passing second my cock grows harder  and harder, and the need to simply ram it inside of her mouth becomes  almost too overwhelming.

When she finally goes for my cock, she does it with only one finger. She  places it at the base of my bulging shape, brushes it all the way up to  its tip, and then back down again. She repeats the motion over and over  again, my cock pulsing against her fingers harshly.

"Patience," she whispers, her smile turning into a wicked grin.  Patience? Fuck, patience was never one of my virtues. I'm used to taking  what I want, when I want it …  But, somehow, it's different with Becca.  With her, I can wait; after all, the payoff is always worth it.

She places one more finger on my shaft, and keeps caressing it with  these gentle motions. Then, finally feeling me ready for more, she takes  her hands to my belt and unbuckles it. Once my belt is open, she pulls  it out from its loops and lets it fall to the floor at my feet. She goes  back to brushing her fingers over the hard shape of my cock, and I feel  my mouth turning dry. The fucking anticipation is killing me.

Then, no warning whatsoever, she flattens the palm of her hand against  my cock. She does it harshly, and I groan as I feel the pressure against  my shaft. She takes her hand off of my crotch as fast as she pressed on  it, her fingers flying to my waist. With slow deliberate movements, she  starts pulling my zipper down and my cock starts to push its way out  from its bindings. It brushes against the back of her hand, and that's  enough for me to close my eyes, my heart kicking against my chest.

Once she's finally done, she presses her hand against my cock, over my  boxer briefs. I groan, pleasure rushing through me like a drug. I place  both of my hands on her head, running my fingers through her hair, but I  allow her to keep her rhythm.         

     



 

Brushing her fingers up and down my cock, she finally leans into me,  tilting her head sideways and resting her lips against my shaft. The  fabric of my boxer briefs remains between us, but the pressure of her  mouth is enough to send a shiver up my spine. She knows what she's  doing, that much is for sure.

"You're driving me fuckin' crazy, baby girl," I whisper, throwing my head back and sighing.

"I know," she tells me deviously, once again pressing the palm of her  hand against my shaft. She presses harder this time, and my cock pulses  violently against her fingers. As a response, she hooks her fingers on  my boxer briefs and, moving with a maddening slowness, she starts to  pull them down. My cock springs free at once, forcing her to simply tug  on my boxers, and I have to take a deep breath. Fuck, she's barely  touching me and I'm already as hard as I've ever been.

"I love your cock," she purrs, brushing one fingertip from the root to  my glans. "It's so big …  So thick … " she continues, softly moving her  finger up and down my length. "I can't get enough of it."

I open my mouth to say something, but the words die in my throat as she  leans into me again, her tongue parting her lips and touching my glans. I  close my eyes, feeling a high voltage current making its way up my  spine and electrifying my brain.

Running her tongue in slow soft circles around the tip of my cock, she  finally curls her fingers around its root. Fuck, I'm struggling right  now; my body is begging for me to simply ram my cock inside of her tight  little mouth, but somehow, I manage to resist the urge. She's putting  on a show for me, and I have to let her do it.

Instead of parting her lips and resting them against my glans, she tilts  her head to the side and, still only using the tip of her tongue, she  runs it all the way to the base of my cock. A shiver goes up my spine as  she moves her tongue like a pendulum, running it up and down the whole  length of my cock. She does it a couple of times and then, finally, she  wraps her lips around my glans; sucking on it eagerly, she takes the  whole tip inside of her mouth and peels her lips back. She repeats that  motion until I tangle my fingers in her hair, fighting against the urge  to take control.

"You want my tight mouth, don't you?" she purrs again, looking up at me  and flicking her tongue against my glans. "You want to fuck my little  mouth, I know it," she continues, the sweet sound of her voice driving  me fucking crazy.

"I do," I whisper and, as a response, she wraps her lips around my glans  once more. As I look down at her, I feel my whole body tensing up at  the sight; she has her mouth open wide, her lips tightly hugging the tip  of my cock, and that somehow makes her look even more beautiful than  she is.

I can't fucking resist it anymore; grabbing her hair, I push her down,  forcing her to roll her lips down my shaft. She doesn't resist and,  allowing me to guide her, goes down until it becomes almost too hard to  carry on. Still, she insists, only stopping when her lips brush against  the patch of skin around the base of my cock. She holds her position  there for a whole second, and then starts back, stopping on my glans.

Bobbing her head, she starts to build up a rhythm, and I ease up the  pressure of my fingers. I let her lead once more, simply savoring the  way it feels to have my shaft pushing down on her wet tongue. When she  starts to move at a furious pace, I can't help but groan, exhaling  sharply as my cock pulses violently against the inside of her cheeks.

"Fuck," I hiss and, at the same time, she curls her fingers around my  thickness. Stroking and sucking at the same time, I know that this time  there will be no stopping her; she's going to go all the way, and I'm  going to cum inside that pretty mouth of hers. Which sounds fucking  perfect, if you ask me.

I'm gritting my teeth now and, as my heart starts to drum so fast it  might explode anytime, I feel a storm of ecstasy looming on the horizon  of my mind.

Then, as if to ruin the moment, I hear Lorna's voice.

"Mason?" She knocks on the door but, without even bothering to wait for an answer, opens it and steps inside. What the fuck?

I sit straight in my chair, placing my elbows on the surface of the desk  and trying to hide Becca from sight. From where she's standing, there's  no way Lorna can see what's happening, or so I fucking hope.

Like the devil she is, Becca doesn't stop what she's doing. It's exactly  the opposite; she starts to bob her head up and down even more  fiercely, ravaging my whole length with her mouth while her mother steps  inside my office.

"What do you want?" I ask Lorna in a terse way, looking up at her. She's  wearing a tight black dress, one that hugs all of her curves in an  enticing way. For a woman her age, she's still a fucking hot one. If it  wasn't for her little power plays and fucking horrid character, I would  have fucked her a long time ago. As it is, I can't be bothered by her.  There's no bigger turnoff than realizing that a woman is trying to play  you for her personal gain.

"I just came to check up on you," she tells me in a soft tone, walking  toward me and, ignoring the chair there, sitting on top of the desk. She  crosses her legs as she sits, the hemline of her dress sliding up her  leg and revealing a hint of inner thigh. Fuck, she couldn't have picked a  worst time to try and fucking seduce me.

She reaches for me, laying her hand on top of mine, and smiles. "I know  things haven't exactly been working out between the two of us …  And I  want to make amends," she purrs, squeezing my fingers with hers. I know  what kind of amends she has in mind, and I'm fucking sure it has nothing  to do with making things right. She's a shrewd and calculating woman,  and I'd bet my whole fucking fortune that she just wants to fuck me to  consolidate her position as my fucking wife. Too bad that I'm already  busy with consolidating my position with her daughter.

"I'm busy, Lorna," I tell her with ice in my voice. Trying hard to keep  an expression of calmness, even though there's a storm raging under my  skin. I reach for the folders sitting on my desk and start to stack them  together. I have no idea what I'm doing; I'm just trying to look as if  I'm busy. She isn't giving up this easily though.

"Maybe you could unwind a little," she purrs, grabbing the hem of her  dress and hiking up her outer thigh, revealing the tiny string of thong  that laces her outer thigh. Fucking hell, I can't believe this is  happening right now. " I know I could … "

"Look, Lorna," I start, taking a deep breath as Becca pushes her mouth  all the way down my shaft and holds her position, my glans pressed tight  against the back of her throat. I deserve a fucking Oscar for the  performance I'm putting on for Lorna right now. "I appreciate you coming  here and all …  But I have lots of work to do, as you can see," I  continue, shuffling papers around. Right now, I can't even read what's  written in any of them. I'm using all of my brain power to maintain a  straight face, and that's already as fucking consuming as anything could  ever be.