Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(225)

"I can't really complain," I purr again, "at least so far."

"Let's hope there will be no reasons for a complaint," he whispers,  closing the distance between us. His body is now just a few inches away  from mine, and I can already feel my heart racing. Then, moving slow but  steadily, he places his hand on my knee and runs it up to my inner  thigh, gently hiking up my skirt. I remain in place, unmoving as his  fingers make their way toward my pussy; by the time he touches me there,  his hand between my thighs, I'm already wet and anxious for his touch.

I bite my lower lip, looking into his eyes as he presses his hand against my wetness.

"I've been thinking of …  returning the favor," he whispers, leaning in  and brushing his lips against my ear. My insides start to burn up as I  start to imagine what he has on his mind. "Would you like that, baby  girl?" I nod, trying to find something to say, as his grin widens.

"Is that why you're on my floor … ? Or do you just prefer the coffee up here?" I ask him, anticipation boiling under my skin.

"What do you think … ?" he says, and anticipation turns into desire inside  my mind. Suddenly realizing that I need it to happen, and that I need  it now, I grab his wrist and make him take his hand out from between my  thighs. With a lewd expression on my face, I grab him by the hand and  start walking down the corridor and toward my office, leading him.

He comes after me without saying a single word and, when we finally step  inside the office, he shuts the door with his foot and then turns  toward it, reaching for the key. As I hear the key turning on its lock,  my insides clench and I feel my nipples hardening and straining against  the cups of my bra. Here we go.

With that devilish grin on his face, Mason places his hands on my waist  and pushes me back until my ass cheeks are pressed against the edge of  my desk. He forces me to sit up on it and, taking his hands to my knees,  he forces me to spread my legs. His fingers run from my knees to my  inner thighs, and I tremble as I feel his fingertips brushing against my  groin. Then he flattens the palm of his hand against my drenched thong.  One tenuous moan leaves my lips and, with his free hand, he grabs at my  hair and yanks on it.         

     



 

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask him, locking my eyes on his as I feel myself growing even wetter.

"I'm going to devour you, baby girl" he responds without a moment's  hesitation. "I'm going to kneel and, using only my mouth, I'm going to  make you moan and scream. I'll make you come with my tongue, and I'll  leave you burning for more." As he speaks, he takes his hand off of my  pussy and, grabbing at my blouse, starts to unbutton it with clockwork  precision. I almost forget to breathe as he pulls the blouse down my  arms, letting it fall to the floor.

Pressing his body against mine, he stands up between my parted legs. His  hands are on my waist, and he starts to slide his right one over my  stomach and toward my breasts. Once there, he runs one finger between my  tits and, hooking it on the right cup of my bra, he pulls it down and  bares my hard nipple. He's moving slowly, and I realize that he's doing  exactly what I did to him; he's teasing and torturing me. And I'm okay  with it, oh, I really, really am.

Circling my rosy tip with his index finger, he never actually touches  it; his finger just goes around it, drawing close but never going for  it. When he finally touches my nipple, he pinches it between his thumb  and index finger, squeezing it gently but then building up the pressure.  I sigh loudly, and then I moan as the pressure grows harder, electric  pleasure spreading from my breasts and crawling under my skin.

Allowing desire to take the steering wall, I place my hand on top of his  and force him to flatten the palm of his hand against my breast. He  does it and squeezes gently, my flesh molding to his fingers.

Letting go, I place both of my hands on his face and pull him into me.  He comes willingly and, parting his lips, presses them against mine. As  we kiss, my eyelids droop and leave the real world outside. He parts my  lips with his tongue, sliding it inside of my mouth, and I lose myself  in a wild kiss, running my fingers through his hair.

As we kiss, he takes his hands to my back and, with a simple flick of  his fingers, he unhooks my bra. Still moving slowly, he hooks one finger  on my cleavage, right where the two cups meet, and then pulls on the  bra. I shiver as I feel the straps caressing my arms on the way down,  and then he throws it on top of my blouse on the floor.

Pulling back from our kiss, he grabs both my tits at the same time and  dives into me. With his lips slightly parted, he reaches for my right  nipple; before touching it, his tongue darts out and he starts to run it  around my rosy tip in fast maddening circles. I throw my head back and  let out a loud moan, and that's exactly when he moves for the kill:  wrapping his lips tightly around my nipple, he starts sucking it into  his mouth as he laps at it with his tongue. High voltage runs through my  muscles, making them tense up, and I can't even start to imagine how I  will feel once he takes these delicious lips of his and places them on  my drenched folds. God, just thinking of that is enough to make me  almost desperate to be eaten out by him.

Done with my right nipple, he slides his tongue down the curve of my  right breast and traces a straight line toward my left nipple. Once  there, he attacks me viciously, sucking and licking as if he's a man  possessed. I tangle my fingers in his hair and, allowing instinct to  dictate my movements, I start to push his head down. He doesn't fight  back, and his lips brush down my stomach and over my navel, only  stopping when they find the place where the fabric of my skirt and my  skin meet.

He starts by laying gentle kisses around it and, at the same time, takes  his hands to my thighs and hooks his fingers on my skirt. He pushes the  fabric down, and I lift my ass up from the desk as it slides down my  ass. I bite my bottom lip again as I feel the skirt kissing its way down  my legs and, when he finally throws it on top of my discarded clothes, I  finally sit back down on the desk.

Looking me in the eyes, he goes down to his knees as a wicked smile  shines on his face. I let go of his hair and lean back, placing my  elbows on the desk's flat surface and surrendering to whatever it is  that Mason wants to do to me.

Instead of grabbing my thong and pulling it down my legs, he simply  rests his hands on my knees and starts to kiss his way toward my inner  thighs. My skin prickles as his lips come closer to my pussy, and I  throw my head back, letting out an anxious moan of anticipation. Kissing  my groin softly, he finally places his lips over my drenched thong and I  feel a thunderstorm building up inside of me. I moan louder as he  starts to suck, my fluids going into his mouth through the fabric of my  thong.

Placing both his hands on my lower back, he pulls me into him and  presses his mouth against my pussy as hard as he can, sucking in such a  way that I can't stop myself from moaning. All his gentleness and  teasing movements have been thrown to the curb, and he's relying solely  on his primal urges, which is exactly how I like it. His fingers slide  around my waist and he hooks them on my thong; tugging viciously, he  makes me lift my ass up from the desk. The moment I do it, he pulls my  thong out and throws it away. His eyes go straight to my pussy, and I  can see the hunger flashing there, wild and unstoppable. He's right  about what he just said: he's going to devour me, and he won't stop  until I've moaned and screamed my lungs out. Thank God the whole floor  is as deserted as the Sahara right now.

"Do it, I want your mouth," I find myself saying, pulling on his hair  and reeling him in. He lunges at me fiercely, opening his mouth wide and  pressing it against my drenched pussy lips. The moment I feel his  touch, one loud moan claws it way up my throat and explodes into the  air. "Oh, God," I moan, sparks of pleasure rushing through my muscles.

He sucks on my folds in the most maddening possible way, tasting me and  devouring me with the viciousness of a man unable to control himself.  Which suits me just fine, since I don't even know what self-control  means; grabbing his hair, I keep his mouth pressed against me and start  to sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his face. He  retaliates by jabbing with his tongue, pushing it past my pussy lips  and then inside of me. My insides clench as he kisses my pussy more  fiercely with each passing second and, as the fires of pleasure rage  wildly inside of me, I finally let go of his hair and fall back on top  of the desk.

As I lay down, I send a stack of papers and a keyboard tumbling onto the  floor, but the sound of it barely registers in my mind; I'm in a world  of my own right now. I think that even if my mother strolled inside the  room, just like she did while I was hiding under Mason's desk, I  wouldn't look up at her and acknowledge her presence. Yes, that's right,  Mason really knows what he's doing with his mouth, so much that reality  doesn't even seem to matter anymore.