Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(230)

For now.

I look up to the ceiling and sigh, my whole body shaking in pleasure as  she goes up and down, up and down on my cock, her lips smacking against  one another each time my cock springs out of her little mouth.

After a while, it's just too much to fucking bear. And not just for me, but for her as well.

"Just fuck me already," she demands, taking my member out of her mouth  and pushing me down onto the bed with both of her hands. Like a tiger  pouncing on prey she climbs on top of me, my hands latching to her ass  almost magnetically.

She takes her black thong off, the small piece sliding down her legs  easily, and pushes her soaked pussy against my cock, her juices dripping  down on my thighs. She rubs herself against me, both hands on my chest,  fingers like claws.

"Tell me you want me, Daddy," she says, a tone of command in her voice.

"I fucking want you. I want you bad," I reply.

"Call me your baby girl," she says.

"I'm going to fuck you so bad, you wicked little brat," I say to her  through clenched teeth. "I'm going to fuck that filth right out of you."

And, with that, she wraps her legs around my torso and forces my cock  inside her. She gasps as my length enters her smoothly, my thickness  pushing against her inner walls.

Oh, yes, I'm going to fuck her in a way she's not going to fucking forget for a long, long time.

She pushes her hips forward, forcing me to drive my cock deep inside  her. She moans loudly, not a care in the world. Fuck being discrete.

I breathe heavily as she rides me hard, her ass bouncing up and down  against my thighs. Once again I feel drawn to her perfect ass, my hand  hitting her cheeks hard. I relish at the sound, spanking her ass one  more time, the sound of flesh on flesh music to both of our ears.

"Your cock is mine …  Just mine." She moans against my ears, her breasts  frictioning against my chest. She bites my neck, her teeth pulling my  skin hard enough to make me groan and bury my cock inside her pussy in a  brutish fashion.

"You know... " she nibbles at my ear, her hips swaying back and forth on  top of me. "The first time I saw you in that bar, I just wanted to  finger myself."

I'm not sure what it is, her words or the way in which she is moaning  them, but one thing I'm sure of: she's driving me crazy. In my mind  there's only one simple thought: to ravage her, and to fuck her very,  very hard.

I grab her by the waist and, without pulling my cock out, push her to  the side and climb on top of her, feeling the acute feeling of her  fingernails digging into my ass, pulling me into her.

Pushing against her hands, I suddenly pull out; my thumb darts down,  massaging her clit. With two other fingers I go inside her, driving them  into a hook, making her moan even more loudly.

I love the feeling of her wetness on my fingers, and I make sure to  share it with her. I remove my fingers abruptly from her pussy and place  them over her lips. Eagerly, she opens her mouth and sucks on my  fingers, the flavor of her own pussy sending shivers down her spine.

"Do you want my cock, baby girl?" I ask, my mind clouded by lust.

"Oh, God …  Just give me that cock!" she begs.

"What do you call me?" I ask her.

"Please...Daddy," she moans. "Give me that cock."

In a quick motion of my hips I'm inside of her once again, my body  pressing down on hers, sweat running down my back. She laces her legs  around my back and imprisons me in a tight embrace, making my cock  plunge deep inside of her in a way that makes her scream at the top of  her lungs.

I don't even care if someone is listening. All I care about is giving her what she wants.

"Make me come … " she moans. "Make me come …  Fuck me hard, I … "

I can do that.

I pull out of her and motion her to place herself on all fours. She  rolls over on the mattress and raises her ass at me; with one hand I  feel her wet pussy aching for me and, happy to oblige her desires, I ram  my cock into her hard enough for her to bury her head in a pillow, her  muffled scream of pleasure bouncing off the mattress.

I push every inch into her, grabbing her hair with both hands.         

     



 

"It's …  so …  fucking …  good … " It's all she manages to say between each stride I make inside of her. "Harder... harder... HARDER!"

I don't know if she's screaming or whispering. I'm so fucking lost in  motion, sweat tricking down both our bodies, her wet hair clinging to  her face.

I go as fast and as hard as I can until her screaming makes her throat  go sore. Even so, she lets out a harsh moan that makes my skin prickle,  her body convulsing as an out-of-control climax takes hold of her body.

The sound of her moaning drives sparks of electricity down my body, and I  feel a pleasant tightness taking hold of me. My cock jerks deep inside  of her and, grabbing her by the hips with more force than is necessary, I  join her in absolute paradise.

I close my eyes as my cock explodes inside of her, my cum filling her  pussy and dripping down onto the sheets. I breathe out, long and hard,  as if I'm breathing out all the tension that has accumulated in my body.

Only when her body goes limp do I let go of her.

I roll to the side, allowing my body to rest right next to hers. She's  breathing hard, as if she's just ran a marathon, not that I'm in much  better condition. My lungs are working hard, my heart's working  overtime, and all of my muscles are feeling sore from the effort.

I close my eyes, just for enough time to catch my breath. The next thing  I know I've slipped into the land of dreams, the scent of her pussy  still lingering on my cock.

For the first time in days I sleep like a baby.



I wake up with a chill. I'm still naked on top of my bed, my crumpled  clothes lost on the floor. I rub both of my eyes with the back of my  hand and sit up on the bed. For how long have I been asleep? Five  minutes? Ten hours? I have no answer.

"Hey, wake --", my hand expects to find her naked body still next to me,  but all I find is the soft velvety mattress. I feel the silence around  me, my breathing the only thing spoiling it. On the floor, all of her  clothes are gone. Well, almost all of her clothes.

I smile at the sight of it.

She's vanished like a ghost, but she's been wicked enough to leave one last memento behind: her thong.

I imagine her tiptoeing out of my room, her pussy rubbing against the fabric of her tight pants and I almost laugh to himself.

She sure knows how to drive a man crazy. Whether I'm her stepdad or not, I've never had an experience like this before.

I need more.





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MarketWatch Journal Flash Update





New details emerged today surrounding the beleaguered billionaire. This  time rumors have surfaced that the hastily arranged marriage was nothing  more than a cover up to protect Mason Kane's career.

Sources who have requested anonymity due to being close to the married  couple confirm that the marriage between Mr. Kane and Lorna Lowell has  yet to be consummated. While paperwork and all the bureaucratic measures  have been taken, they allege that Mr. Kane seems uninterested to the  point of revulsion in being intimate with Ms. Lowell. Speculation is  rife within the Lowell domestic staff-who have witnessed or heard  second-hand reports of the couple-whether Mr. Kane is a closet  homosexual. Many anonymous sources believe at this time that Mason Kane  either suffers from impotence or is gay and thus arranged the marriage  with Ms. Lowell to further stave off embarrassment.

The anonymous sources do acknowledge that Mr. Kane has made no formal  declaration of any of the speculation-neither confirming nor denying  these allegations. However, amidst a culture on Wall Street that acts on  rumors and vague murmurs, the allegations were enough to send shares of  Kane Price plunging 15% during market trading before stabilizing during  after-hour trades.

The sudden decrease in share price has many shareholders and clients  once again considering whether Mr. Kane is the right person to be  managing the investment bank that he founded and took public several  years ago. While critics do not question his potential to make money,  they do question whether his extra-curricular entanglements have gotten  to such a point where he is no longer able to serve as a fiduciary  steward of shareholder value.

It was only two months ago that the self-styled King of Wall Street  married Lorna Lowell, a shareholder activist who controls a large chunk  of voting stock within Kane Price. Ms. Lowell has been outspoken in her  criticism of Mr. Kane and his handling of his personal life prior to  their marriage as well as his investment choices that he has made in  recent weeks.

Both sides agree that a vote of no confidence, unheard of in the button  down world of Wall Street would literally tear the company apart, with  factions splitting off into opposing camps and halting the business that  is conducted daily by the globe-girdling bank. That such a development  would be disastrous to shareholders and clients is something both sides  agree on and only warranted in the most extreme circumstances.