Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(224)

"Work can wait," she insists, taking her fingers to her shoulder and  pushing down one strap of her dress. It droops over her arm, the curve  of her right breast revealing itself to me. My eyes dart to her  cleavage, but I force myself to look away. She realizes it, and I notice  a flash of anger in her eyes. She's trying hard to get me interested,  and it's not fucking working.

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath, Becca bobbing her head so fast that I  can barely see anything in front of me. I try and make it look as if  I've found something in my papers that I didn't like, but I don't know  if Lorna's buying my performance right now. Lucky for me, she's more  preoccupied with her own performance than she is with mine.

"Come on, Mason … " she continues, pushing down the other strap and  revealing the outer edges of her bra. She's done with being coy; now  she's moving hard, and won't stop until I shoot her down as loud and  clear as I can. Fuck. Well, I guess it's only fair that I can't fuck my  stepdaughter without a few hiccups along the way.

I look down at my papers and, frowning as if I'm deep in concentration, I  try to ignore Lorna as hard as I can. Like fucking Satan, she places  both her legs on top of the desk and spreads them wide; unable to  restrain myself, I look up, taking in the sight of her thong. There's a  wet patch there and I realize that, even though this is probably nothing  more than a power play, she really wants me to fuck her.

"Lorna," I repeat her name, putting the papers down and pursing my lips.  Becca has taken her mouth off my cock now, and she's using one hand to  stroke me while, with the other, she caresses my balls and rolls them  around her fingers. I feel my whole body tensing up, and I have to take a  deep breath to stop it from showing. If Lorna finds out Becca is under  the table, she's going to raise hell and use that as ammo to get  whatever she wants. I have to be fucking careful now; I'm walking on  thin ice here. "I'm working," I tell her curtly, trying to pretend that  I'm pissed off at her interruption.         

     



 

"You've said that already," she hisses at me, barely able to hide the  anger in her voice. "But I don't believe you're the kind of man too busy  for women, are you?" she continues, placing her open hand on her thong  and rubbing her own pussy.

"You don't know me, don't pretend that you do," I shoot back, my insides clenching as I feel Becca's lips on my cock once again.

"Oh, I do know you, Mason," she purrs, all anger fading away from her  voice. She's acting, I know it, but she's pretty convincing. "I know  just enough to know that you can't resist a tight pussy …  And I'm tight.  Very tight."

Not as much as Becca, I think, trying to stop myself from grinning. Even  though I try, I can't stop the corner of my lips from curling into a  half-smile. Taking that as encouragement, she grabs her thong and flicks  it to the side, showing me her rosy wet pussy. Fuck, I can't believe  this is fucking happening.

"Lorna, don't make me repeat myself," I tell her harshly. "I'm working.  Get out of my office. Right now." I ball my hands into fists and place  them on top of my papers, looking into her eyes.

Her seductive expression fades away from her face and, letting go of her  pussy, she closes her legs and gets down from the desk. Straightening  the front of her dress, she looks at me with disdain, anger flashing in  her eyes. Lorna isn't a woman used to being turned down, and I bet that  she can harbor a grudge better than anyone.

Without bothering to say a thing, she simply smirks at me and turns on  her heels. You'll regret this, her eyes seem to tell me, but I don't  give a fuck. Right now, I'm on the verge of cumming, and all I want is  for her to get the fuck out of my office. Becca knows that I'm close  and, acting mischievously, she starts to suck with a renewed spirit,  moving fast but careful enough to not make a sound.

As Lorna reaches the door and grabs the handle, I can't stop myself;  pleasure explodes inside of me and I come like a fucking geyser. My cock  spasms violently, pushing down on Becca's tongue, and my load gushes  inside of her delicious mouth. Still with my hands balled into fists, my  fingernails dig into the palm of my hands with enough strength to draw  blood. My muscles are so tense that they might just snap, and that's  exactly when Lorna turns around and throws me one final look of  contempt.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I grit my teeth as hard as I can, returning her look  with a blank expression as I do my best to hide the fact that, right  now, I'm cumming my fucking brains out.

Finally, she turns on her heels and leaves, slamming the door behind  her. The moment I hear the sound of the door closing, I lean against the  chair and throw my head back, groaning loudly and placing my hands on  top of Becca's head.

I look down at her and grin, seeing how my cum is already dripping down  her chin. Her mouth is brimming with semen, but she keeps her lips  tightly wrapped around my thickness, not letting go.

When the last spasms of my cock finally die out, she slowly rolls her  lips back and allows my cock to pop out of her mouth. She purses her  lips, keeping all of my cum inside, and gets up, sitting on my lap and  lacing my neck with both her arms. With a smile, she opens her mouth and  shows me all the cum that I've gushed inside of her, acting like a girl  who wants to make her man proud.

"This was fucking insane, baby girl," I tell her, still breathing so  hard that my lungs are hurting from the effort. Smiling at my words, she  throws her head back and swallows; I look at her in a trance, watching  how the muscles in her neck move as my semen goes down her throat.

"It was," she whispers, leaning into me and pressing her lips on mine. I  close my eyes as I feel the wetness in her lips, the salty flavor of my  own seed inundating me at once. "I couldn't stop," she smiles, pulling  back from my kiss and looking into my eyes. Smiling back, I start laying  gentle kisses on her chin, scooping up the strands of cum that made  their way there. I'm not even thinking about what I'm doing; I'm just  doing, acting on pure instinct.

I couldn't stop, her words echo inside of my head, and I realize that  those words represent everything about this fucked up situation; even  though we're in the wrong, we can't stop.

And, fuck, I don't even want to stop.





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Becca





Locked away in my cramped office, I don't even notice the hours passing  by. When I look up at the clock on the wall, it already marks 9 pm. I  lean back against my chair and take a deep breath, rubbing my eyes. I've  been sitting here for God knows how long, looking over all the  incongruences I've found in the papers Mason gave me. I can't quite put  my finger on what's going on, but there's something fishy about the  company my mother wants him to invest in.

But, right now, I need a break. I get up from my chair and head out of  my small office, stepping out into the corridor. I go straight for the  coffee machine at the end of the corridor, and that's when I realize  that Mason is already there, leaning against the wall and sipping on a  cup while he looks at something on his cellphone. When he notices me  walking toward him, he raises his eyes from his phone and smiles at me.

"Working late?" he asks, his smile telling me that he hasn't forgotten  about what happened a few hours ago. I know I should have stopped  whatever it is that's going on between him and I, but I just can't. It's  stronger than me. Even though we're heading toward a dark place, I  can't resist it.

"Going over a few documents," I respond, smiling back at him. When I  close the distance between the two of us, Mason has already gotten me a  cup of coffee out of the machine. He gives it to me and, as I grab the  cup, my hand brushes against his. His warmness spreads to my fingers and  I feel my insides clenching, the memories of his cock deep inside my  mouth bubbling up to the surface. I could do it all over again, right  now; I'd just go down on my knees, unbutton his pants, and take his long  shaft inside my mouth until he came again. Still, even though I'm  walking down the devil's road, there's some self-restraint inside of me.

"A hard worker," he says, that gentle smile on his lips. "I like that …  I  like that a lot," he continues, and I suspect that he prefers me to  work hard when I'm on my knees, his fat cock between my lips. To be  honest, I prefer to work hard that way as well. As fun as it is to look  at spreadsheets and graphs all day, nothing beats having a cock as thick  as Mason's buried deep inside of your mouth. Hey, I'm just being honest  here; don't judge.

"You know I always do my best effort," I purr at him, leaning back against the wall.

"You never disappoint, no," he nods, mischievousness flickering behind his eyes.

"Well …  You're my boss and my stepfather. I'd hate to disappoint you," I continue, running my tongue over my lips.

"I feel the same. I don't want to disappoint you as well." With that, he  takes one step toward me, placing his cup of coffee on the small round  table flanking the machine. I do the same, placing my cup next to his.