Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(226)

"It feels …  so good … " I pant as he pulls slightly back, flicking his  tongue at me and then running it up and down the length of my pussy.  When he finally touches my clit with it, I have to fight against the  urge to press my legs together, and so I bite my lower lip as my  rational mind slowly drowns in a sea of pleasure. This feels too good to  be true, and yet it's really happening. Why did I only find a man like  Mason just to have him marry my mother? The world couldn't be any  crueler. "Don't stop, Mason," I beg him as he circles my clit with his  tongue, and that's exactly what he does, redoubling his efforts and  making my whole body buzz with electricity.

My muscles tense up and, a heartbeat after that, I simply come undone.  Ecstasy travels from my clit all the way to my brain and, there, it  slaps him around and leaves it for dead. I didn't think that it was  possible to feel this much pleasure from having a man go down on you. Of  course, it really shouldn't be a surprise to me, this is Mason we're  talking about, after all.

"More …  I want more … " That's the only thing I'm capable of saying, the muscles in my throat still filled with electric pleasure.

"No," he says curtly, pulling back from my pussy and looking up at me. I  raise my head and lock eyes with him, my heart skipping a beat as I see  my fluids dripping down his chin, his wet lips glistening. "I want  more," he corrects me, and dives into me again, this time replacing his  tongue with his lips, and wrapping them around my clit. The moment he  touches it, he starts to suck furiously, and I start to move my hips,  unable to remain in place as pleasure whips at my mind. He acts fast,  placing his forearm across my stomach and pinning me against the desk,  holding me still.

Unable to move, I just lay here and succumb to the lashing he hands out  with his tongue. With his lips still firmly around my clit, he presses  on it with his tongue, and that sweet tension starts to build up once  again. I feel that lustful energy pooling on my muscles, eager to be set  free and unleash ecstasy all over me, and I can't wait for it.

Upping the ante, he starts to brush the tip of his index finger against  my pussy lips, moving it up and down as he keeps on sucking my clit.  Inch by slow inch, he starts to feed it into my pussy, curling it upward  in a hook motion. He slides it all the way in, only stopping when his  fingertip is tightly pressed against my G-spot. Holding his finger  there, he starts to press hard, rubbing me and driving me completely  insane.         

     



 

"Fuck …  This is too much … " I moan again, my words sounding foreign to my  own ears. I don't even know where I am anymore, and I couldn't care less  about it. When he slides one more finger inside of me and presses it  against that sweet spot, I explode once more, bright fireworks going off  behind my shuts eyelids. "Fuck … !" I hiss through my gritted teeth,  arching my back as a raging river of pleasure makes its way toward my  brain and inundates it.

I start to convulse as if I'm having a seizure and, if it weren't for  the fact that he's holding me down with his forearm, I would send  everything on top of the table straight to the floor. I open my mouth to  speak, but I don't even know what to say or how to say it, the English  language seems like something unintelligible right now.

"Tired already?" he asks me, pulling back from my pussy. I look at him,  breathing as hard as humanly possible, and I see sparks of  mischievousness flickering in his smart eyes. I am tired, and I am  spent, but I still want more. Oh, when Mason is involved, I'm  insatiable.

"No," I manage to say between breaths. "Never."

"Good," he tells me with a grin. "Because I'm not done yet." With that,  he places his hands on my hips and forces me to turn around; I roll to  the side on top of the desk, and he pulls on my hips, making me go on  all fours. My hair cascades down my shoulders and face, and I wait as he  goes up to his feet and positions himself behind me. I have no idea  what he has on his mind right now, but I don't even care; whatever he  wants to do to me, I want him to.

He places one finger on my crack and starts brushing it between my ass  cheeks, moving it up and down. Whenever he goes over my asshole, a  shiver goes up my spine as I start to realize what he has in mind.

"I bet you're delicious …  All of you," he whispers, leaning into me and  placing one soft kiss on one ass cheek. Moving his lips to the side, he  runs his tongue along the length of my ass, and then finally presses his  mouth against me. I close my eyes and he pushes his tongue against my  hole, forcing it in, and I can't help but imagine how it would feel to  have his massive cock between my ass cheeks, stretching my ass wide.

Using both of his hands, he spreads my cheeks wide and starts to lick me  furiously, flicking his tongue at my hole and forcing whatever  rationality still lives inside of me to vanish. I moan, completely out  of control, and push my hips back against his face. He's devouring my  ass, much like he did with my pussy, and I just love it. I never really  met a man that could drive a woman mad with pleasure using only his lips  and tongue and, now that I've found him, I can't help but surrender  completely.

He takes one hand around my waist and, sliding his fingers down my  stomach, he finds the way to my clit. He presses on it as he licks my  ass, rubbing it with fast circles, and I let out one wild scream.  Working me with the mastery of an experienced man, he drives me to the  edge of ecstasy and throws me off of it. I grit my teeth, hiss, and then  scream, one violent orgasm taking over me suddenly.

"Oh my God," I mutter, thrusting back against his mouth as the flames of  pleasure consume me from the inside out. If he keeps going like this,  I'm going to pass out. "OH GOD!"

"Delicious … " he says, taking his mouth from between my ass cheeks, "just  like I said." I sway my ass from side to side, still wanting more, and  he responds by smacking my cheeks with the back of his hand. The sharp  sting of pain makes me clench my ass cheeks, and he smacks me hard once  more, the dry sound of flesh on flesh making me delirious.

"Take me …  I want you to do it," I tell him, thrusting my ass back as he  smacks me once again. Suddenly, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me  into him, nestling his shaft between my ass cheeks. I clench them and,  rocking my hips, I start to stroke him with my ass. "Fuck my ass …  I need  it," I continue, the words leaving my mouth completely unfiltered. I  never felt a burning need like the one that's raging through me. I  should be afraid and anxious, after all, I have no idea what's going to  happen once he starts to push his fat long cock inside of my ass …  But I  can't wait for him to do it.

I keep stroking his cock with my ass until he stops me in place; then,  he grabs his cock and starts to rub its tip against my hole. I feel my  insides boiling, and he keeps on teasing me, making me dizzy with  anticipation and desire. I never thought I'd want to be fucked in the  ass this much, but here we are.

"Please … " I moan, my voice quivering, and he starts to push his cock  into me. As his glans stretches my hole and goes inside my ass, it's as  if lightning and thunder explode inside of me. I can feel my inner walls  straining to accommodate him and, even though it hurts, the pleasure  I'm feeling right now is simply beyond all of it. Inch by slow inch, he  slides his cock inside of my ass and I feel my eyes rolling in their  orbit. When his long inches are all inside of me, I realize that I've  been holding my breath; I will my lungs to start working again and, at  the same time, he starts pulling his cock out.

He builds the rhythm slowly, sliding his cock in and out of my ass with  tender movements; each coming and going motion makes my mind burn and  turn into ash, and it doesn't take long for me to start to thrust back  and impale myself on his cock.

I won't lie; it hurts. It hurts like hell. But as the pain goes through  my nerve endings and reaches my brain, somewhere along the way it  transforms into pleasure. It's hard to explain, but what matters is that  this is the sweetest kind of pain I've ever experienced in my entire  life. You can quote me on that.

"You're so fucking tight … " he whispers, more to himself than to me. At  the same time, he starts to build up the pace, the sound of his thighs  slapping my ass grow into a furious crescendo and, as I scream, a  symphony of pure unbridled lust fills my ears. Each thrust of his draws a  violent scream out of my mouth, and it doesn't take long for my throat  to feel raw and sore. And still I keep on screaming, pushing through the  pain and succumbing to the demands of ecstasy.

As he keeps on ravaging my ass, he starts to smack my cheeks, laying his  hand heavily on my flesh. My screams turn into moans, and moans turn  into sighs; in a few thrusts, my throat is so raw that I can no longer  utter a single sound. But he keeps thrusting, fucking me in such a way  that I can no longer tell left from right. This is pure bliss, there's  no other way to describe it. If I had to guess, I'd say that Heaven  would be a place where Mason and I could fuck every single hour of the  day without getting exhausted. Now that'd be something.