Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(239)

"Hard. As hard as you can …  As rough as you can … " I pant as Mason places  both his hands on my ass cheeks, squeezing them eagerly. "I want you to  use me … " I continue, my eyelids drooping as he presses the tip of his  cock against my drenched pussy. He rubs it against my inner lips but,  when I try and thrust back, wanting to impale myself on his cock, he  moves back.

I look over my shoulder at him just in time to see him raising his hand;  it comes down harshly, and he smacks my ass hard enough to leave a mark  for days. I grit my teeth and hiss, the painful sting of his hand  racing to my brain. He does it again, this time even harder, and I can't  help but moan. I can almost imagine the red mark of his fingers  delineated on my ass cheeks, and it just drives me completely crazy.

"Fuck me, fuck me now … " I cry out, thrusting back at him once more.  Grabbing my hips again, he starts to rub his glans up and down my pussy  and then, with no warning whatsoever, he finally thrusts.

The moment I feel his shaft sliding inside of me, my hands dart  immediately to my pussy. As Mason starts to rock his hips, slapping my  cheeks with his thighs, I start to rub my clit with two fingers. My eyes  are closed and, still, bright lights are dancing in my eyes. Pleasure  is raging through me like a wild river, and I can't even think straight  right now. All I know is that I need to reach the summit of ecstasy, and  surrender myself to the onslaught of pleasure I'll find there.

"So …  fucking …  tight," he says, getting one word out with each of his  thrusts. Grinning wildly, I clench my insides and make my pussy tighten  up around his shaft. He groans, his fingers digging into my hips, and  starts to ram his cock even harder at me. Tightening up as I am, it  almost hurts to have all of his length sliding in and out of me, but I  don't give up. No way. I keep pressuring his shaft as I rub my clit  feverishly, and I only take my hand off of my pussy when the pressure  inside of me becomes too much to bear.

Grabbing the edge of the couch with both of my hands, my fingers curled  so tight that my knuckles turn white, I thrust back against Mason and I  explode. Pleasure's dam bursts at once, and I'm flooded by a sensation  so wild and sweet that I feel my consciousness fading away. Right now, I  have no sense of self; I don't know who I am, and I couldn't care less.

I've never been a religious girl, but what I'm feeling right now is  proof enough that there's a God. The pleasure that courses through me is  so intense that it borders the mystical. This goes way beyond the  physical realm. It's transcendence. Enlightenment. Nirvana. I don't care  what you call it, but it's beautiful.

Almost unconscious, I finally collapse on the couch, sitting and leaning  back against the leather. Towering over me, Mason remains right where  he is. I open my eyes and, too exhausted to lift even a finger, I grin  at him.

"I want you to stroke yourself …  I want you do it while looking at me and  then …  I want you to cover me with your cum," I tell him, honey and wine  in my voice. As if my words were a command, he grabs his cock at once  and, losing no time, he starts to flick his wrist at a maddening speed. I  look at his cock in a trance, my glazed eyes hypnotized by the movement  of his hand.

"Fuck," he groans, and his muscles tense up at once. I look at his  chest, biting on my lower lip as I see his muscles bulging, his abs a  perfect wall of lust. And then he starts to cum.

A long strand of cum shoots from the tip of his cock and hits me  straight in the face. I grin as I feel the warmness of it against my  face and I open my mouth, taking the next strand over my tongue. It  doesn't take long for my mouth to be brimming with his seed.

"That's it …  Come for me … " I moan, semen cascading out of my mouth as I  speak. He keeps on stroking as he cums, a river of his seed covering my  face, neck, and tits. While his cock gives out its final spasms against  his fingers, I grin wildly and, grabbing my own tits, start to smear his  juices over my naked body. I take my hands down to my stomach, pushing  the cum there, and then I go further down to my pussy. Trembling, I feel  thick strands of his gooey warmness dripping down my folds; I look up  at Mason and bite on my bottom lip. There's no need for words; he goes  down to his knees and, moving like a predator, he lunges at me.

Wrapping his lips around my inner lips, he starts to suck on my pussy;  then, when he has already licked me dry, he moves his tongue up my  stomach and toward my tits, scooping his own cum in the process. Moving  his mouth between my breasts, he only stops when his lips find my own.

I place both my hands on his face and kiss him, our tongues dancing  around one another as we swap his cum. I've never exactly been a saint  or a prude, but I've never been this wicked …  But with Mason, it just  seems right. When I'm with him, everything seems right.

"I love you so fucking much, baby girl" he whispers, a tender smile on  his lips. His words are genuine and, just hearing him, I become as sure  as I have ever been that nothing will ever again come between us.  Whatever we have to do to make it work, I know we'll do it. Whatever the  cost.

"I love you too …  You're my everything." I smile and lean back against  the couch, pulling Mason close to me. He sits by my side and, as I throw  my head back, I simply close my eyes and hold his hand in mine.

This is perfection.

This is happiness.





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Mason





I wake up as the rays of sun start to hit my eyes.

I look over and smile.

She's fucking beautiful. But right now, she's just a head with blonde hair peeking out from underneath the blankets.

Jesus Christ we did some crazy shit last night.

You remember I told you to take your fucking panties off? That they'd get wet?

I hope you listened to me.

No, I'm not going to check for you. Listen, after everything that went  on with Lorna, the most I'm going to do is roll over like I'm doing now  and run my hand over Becca's tight, smooth, squeezable ass.

Fuck, her ass feels good. And I can tell that even in her sleep she's fucking enjoying it.

She moans slightly. I'm probably giving baby girl a wet dream right now.

Her body twitches ever so slightly and I pull myself closer to her.

I'm a fucking animal. I'm guided by just one thought and desire right  now. And that's to bring my naked body as close to hers as possible. To  rub my cock against her. To please myself using her. Lust is guiding my  thoughts. Carnal fury is starting to simmer in my brain.

My cock starts to press against Becca's ass cheeks underneath the blanket and I pull my teeth back in a silent snarl.

This girl does all sorts of fucked up things to me. I mean it. Look at me.

Twenty-four hours ago I was the King of Wall Street. On top of a globe-girdling multinational corporation.         

     



 

Sure, technically I still am. But I know what's coming. I know where this is heading.

I made my choice last night. And I chose Becca over Kane Price.

Do I regret it at all in the morning?

Absolutely not. I'll never regret the decision I made.

So what? The Board of Directors fires me? Is that what you're worried about, Gorgeous?

Well, guess what?

I got enough fucking money that neither of us has to work ever again.

Sure, I want to work. I want to be top dog. I want to be the fucking best at what I do.

But it's not worth losing the girl I love over.

The girl right now whose body is responding to my cock as it nestles inside her ass cheeks.

She's grinding her hips against me in slow, circular movements.

I feel the nerves on my tip start to burn. Her skin is so fucking soft  and her flesh is so pliant that I could cum all over her ass right now  if I kept on doing this long enough.

Thinking about her ass guides my hands down to her cheeks and I squeeze.

Becca slowly wakes up, coming to life. She turns her head back slightly  and realizes the position she's in. She knows what's happening and  without a word, she pushes back on me with greater precision.

I run a finger over her lips.

They're puffy and swollen with desire. She wants this just as bad as I do.

Last night she was like a monster. She couldn't get enough.

Becca grunts, and in a moment she's adjusted herself. We're not spooning  anymore. She's turned over on her stomach. She sticks her ass up in the  air, inviting me.

I don't need to be asked twice.

Just because I love her doesn't mean that I won't fuck her like a whore right now.

I get on my knees and position my thick 12-inch cock over her slit.

She feels the head part open her lips.

"Fuck," she whimpers as my head stretches open her canal.

"That's good, baby girl," I whisper and in one smooth motion I'm inside her.

All fucking 12 inches.

"Oh my God," Becca moans as I piston my cock inside and out of her slowly.

I can afford to go slow.

"I love it when you fuck me," she moans into her pillow.

I continue to fuck her.

"What did I tell you to call me?" I ask her.

My cock is scraping against her walls, making her spasm involuntarily.