Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(245)

     



 

Throwing my head back against the headrest, I grit my teeth and hiss  furiously, my pussy clenching around his fingers. He feels me on the  verge, and so he presses his fingertips tighter against my G-spot; just  like that, I come undone. I have to clench my teeth in order not to  scream, all the muscles in my body twitching as if I've just been  shocked.

"Fuck!" I moan in a low tone, opening my eyes and looking at him with anticipation and pleasure flickering in my eyes.

"That's the right word," he grins, sliding his fingers out of me. "And  we're just getting started, baby girl," he continues, taking his fingers  to my mouth and brushing them over my lips. Without even knowing what  I'm doing, I part my lips and allow him to slide his fingers inside of  my mouth and, as he pulls them back, I suck them dry. My own flavor and  scent hits me at once, coating my tongue and making my head spin.

Moving like a wild animal, I lean into him and, pulling his boxer briefs  down, I grab his cock and point it straight at my mouth. I place my  lips against his glans, lapping at it with my tongue, and then just push  my mouth down until I feel my lips touching the skin around the base of  his cock.

I hold my position there until my lungs are screaming for air, and only  then do I move back. As my lips are around his glans again, I start to  bob my head up and down his cock, sucking him as fiercely as is humanly  possible. I'm not sucking or blowing him; what I'm doing is devouring  him. He likes to say that my pussy is delicious, but let me tell you  this: if there's anything delicious in this world, it's his cock. Swear  to God, I could suck on it for hours and hours.

I suck on him hard and, if he didn't grab me by the hair and forced me  to stop, I would just keep going until he came in my mouth. As it is, he  pushes my head back, but I simply can't control myself. If I can't have  him in my mouth, then I need him in my pussy.

Moving with cat-like movements I climb on top of him, spreading my legs  and straddling him. Before he can even react, I grab at his cock and  angle it upward; with my other hand, I flick my thong to the side and  push his glans against my wetness. He holds me by the hips as I try to  ease myself down; then, grinning, he only allows me to rub my pussy with  the tip of his cock. He's torturing me, and loving every single second  of it.

"Please," I moan, repeating the word over and over again until he  finally surrenders to me. Easing up the pressure on my hips, he allows  me to go down and, just like that, I impale myself on his cock, his  shaft sliding easily inside of my pussy. I guess that after so many  times fucking him, my own insides are growing accustomed to how it feels  to have a massive cock inside of me.

I start to sway my hips like a mad woman, placing my arms over his  shoulders as I ride him. He places his hands on my ass, hiking my dress  up to my waist. As I keep on rocking my hips, he pushes the string of  thong that covers my ass to the side, and starts to brush one fingertip  along my crack. I go even faster, riding as if tomorrow would never  come, and he presses down on my asshole. I tremble and shiver, my skin  prickling as I feel his touch, and a deep moan climbs up my throat.

"Oh, God … " I moan, and he starts to press harder on my hole. Slowly, he  slides his fingers inside of my ass, and the sway of my hips slows down.  As he fingers my ass, the movement of my body matches his rhythm, and I  close my eyes as electricity crackles inside my mind.

I'm moaning hard, and I don't even care if the driver can hear us. Who  cares, really? We're not hiding anymore. What we are, what we do, and  what we want is right in the open …  Exactly as it should be. Let the  whole world know about it; if a driver gets to enjoy the sounds I make  while I have a thick cock inside of me, well, good for him.

"I'm going to …  I'm going to … " I start to say, but I don't even manage to  finish my sentence. Clenching my ass cheeks and trapping his finger  deep inside of me, I feel my pussy tightening around his shaft and I  come. I take my hands to his chest and, completely out of control, I  grab at the fabric of his shirt and pull as hard as I can. His buttons  pop out, and I even feel the fabric tearing under my hands, but I don't  care; all that I want is to feel his naked skin under the open palm of  my hands. Ripping his shirt open, I press my hands on his firm pectorals  and dig my fingernails into it, hard enough to draw blood, and just  keep him riding as I come my brains out.

Instinct taking over me, I summon whatever energy still lives in my body  and clench my legs, going up on the seat and placing one arm on the  roof of the limo. "Your mouth," I pant, "I want it." Knowing what I  want, he places his hands on my ass cheeks and reels me in, placing my  pussy against his face. I close my eyes as he jabs his tongue past my  drenched folds, running it up and down and then focusing on my clit,  lapping at it harshly.

"Oh, God …  It's so …  Fucking good," I moan loudly, swaying my hips and  rubbing my pussy all over his face. Sucking and licking, he moves one  hand around my waist and presses one finger against my pussy. He moves  it in, pushing it all at once and drawing one loud scream out of my  lips. "Fuck, fuck … " I cry out and, the moment he touches my G-spot, I  start to convulse as if I'm having a seizure. I go down, sitting on his  lap and my body feels as if it's on fire. I don't think I'd feel this  hot if I was standing right in the middle of a raging inferno.

"My turn," he whispers against my ear, nibbling at my earlobe with his  teeth. "I want your pussy again. But not in my mouth," he grins at me,  and I feel my pussy aching to have him in it again.

With a growl, Mason takes his hands off of my ass and grabs me by the  hips. He pushes me to the side, throwing me down on the seat, and I lay  down. He spreads my legs open and lays on top of me, grabbing his cock  and pressing it against my pussy in one single breath. With a sigh, I  cross my legs around his lower back and lace my arms around his neck,  pulling him into me as the desperation to have his cock completely  demolishing my pussy reaches the height of its intensity.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll forget your name, baby girl,"  he whispers before pressing his mouth against mine, kissing while he  thrusts. My insides burn as his thickness pushes back against my inner  walls, and I grip him hard with my legs around his waist. He's fucking  me so hard that fireworks are going off behind my shut eyelids, and I  already feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. He was right about  what he said; if he keeps fucking me like this, I won't remember my name  once he's done.

He's moving so fast that I no longer know when his cock is sliding out  or sliding in and, to be honest, I couldn't care any less about it. All  that matters is that I feel every single throb of his cock, the warmness  of his shaft spreading through me and numbing every single one of my  senses. Each thrust of his is like a pure blessing, and I'm already  feeling the pressure mounting inside of me.

I open my mouth to tell him not to stop, but all I manage to produce is a  weak croak. It doesn't matter, though; he's not thinking of stopping.  Instead, he goes even faster, pushing me close to the edge and then  forcing me to jump straight into a pool of pleasure.

"Oh, my, GOD!" I scream out, the sound of it crawling up my throat,  clawing at my vocal chords and then exploding on my mouth like a bomb.  My scream turns into a high-pitched scream, the flames of ecstasy  licking at my skin from the inside out.

When my muscles finally stop twitching, Mason lays one gentle kiss  against my cheek and then whispers into my ear. "I hope you're not tired  already … " he says and, even though I'm already feeling as spent as I  could be, I shake my head.

"More," I simply say, running my tongue over my lips.

"Are you sure you can take more?" he teases me, pulling his cock out of me. "I won't hold back."

"I don't want you to hold back …  I want you to destroy me," I tell him,  the way the words roll over my tongue making the adrenaline race through  my veins.

"That's my girl," he says, grabbing me by the hips again. He sits me up  on the seat and then he lies down, looking at me with an expectant look.  "Come here," he calls me with a grin. "I'm not done with devouring that  pussy of yours." Grinning back, I climb on top of him and, placing my  knees at the side of his head, I offer him my pussy.

He cranes his neck and, grabbing me by the hips, presses his mouth  against my wetness once more. I sway my hips back and forth, thrusting  against his face as he eats me out, all of his movements pregnant with a  wild and insatiable hunger.

A deep certainty fills me and I can't help but smile; somehow, I'm sure  that when we are finally old and wrinkled, our joints and muscles a  ghost of a time gone by, he'll be as hungry as he is now. And that fits  me just right, if you ask me. I have absolutely no intention of going  without sex even one single day for the rest of my life. Hey, what do  you want me to say? I have a strong libido, especially since I'm with  Mason. He just makes me be like this …  I mean, I'm sure that he has this  effect on pretty much every woman he comes across, but now he's mine.  Mine, mine, mine.