Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(25)

Tilting my head sideways, I curl my fingers over the fabric of his shirt  and press my mouth against his as hard as I can, parting his lips with  the tip of my tongue; then I just slide it inside his mouth, both our  tongues dancing in a frenzy of lust. Lost in our kiss, I let the seconds  passes us by as my pussy grows even wetter.

Pulling back from him, all I have the time to do is take a deep breath;  with his hands still on my waist, he pushes me back and pins me against  the wall. Grabbing me by the wrists, he forces me to raise both my arms  up and pins them over my head.

"What if we get caught?" He asks me, but the grin on his lips tells me  that he's enjoying the moment, the adrenaline of knowing that it's  possible we might get caught adding to the whole experience. I know it  because I feel exactly the same.

"Then we get caught," I reply, each words that flies out from between my  lips making my blood boil, my veins burning with all the desire rushing  through them. My thong is a wet mess right now, my fluids drenching the  fabric in a way that hasn't happened before. As good as everything is  with Austin, we were never in a situation where we might be caught.

Sure, I know, what a reckless thing for us to be doing …  But that's part of being alive. Truly alive, I mean.

"You're insane," he says, smiling at me while flames of lust dance behind his eyes.

"Yes, I am," I chuckle, throwing my head back and offering him my neck.  Without hesitating, he leans forward and presses his mouth against my  soft skin, pleasure flooding my mind as if a dam has just burst.  Escaping from his hold on my wrists, I move as fast as I can and grab  his shirt, my fingers working furiously as I unbutton it. I could just  pull at the fabric and make all the buttons pop out, but I don't think  it'd be a good idea for Austin to go back to the ballroom with a ruined  shirt, his six-pack out in the open for everyone to see.

Untucking his shirt, I let the palm of my hands then run over the  muscles in his chest, my heart tightening as I feel the hard contour of  his pectorals and abs. God, I simply can't get tired of his perfect  body. It's as if God himself designed every inch of Austin's body, hell  bent on creating the perfect man.

Closing the small distance between us, Austin presses himself against  me, the touch of his naked skin making that fire inside of me grow even  fiercer. Placing one hand on the back of my neck, he tangles his fingers  on my hair and kisses me again, our tongues wrestling against one  another as fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids.

Lost in our kiss, I feel one of his hands go down my body; grabbing at  the front of my gown, he pulls it up and then slides his hand toward my  inner thigh. My skin prickles as I feel his fingertips on my skin, and I  start swaying my hips by instinct. Perhaps trying to check if I was  telling him the truth before, he brushes his fingertips between my inner  thighs, his fingers immediately finding my naked pussy.

"You're the devil," he whispers, pulling back from our kiss and smiling  at me. He keeps on brushing his fingertips over my inner lips, but I  need so much more than his slow teasing. And, right now, I'm the one in  charge.

Taking my hands to his naked chest, I push him back and then hike the  front of my gown up to my waist. Grabbing him by the wrist, I guide his  hand back home, forcing him to press its palm hard against my pussy.  Groaning, he presses his thumb against my clit and starts stroking it  softly, my mind spinning as he does it.

Wearing no underwear really turned out to be a good idea, there's no doubt about it.

Moaning softly, I surrender to his touch, his fingers caressing my pussy  in such a way that I can't even open up my eyes. My fingers are still  curled around his wrist but, just for now, I allow him to keep whatever  rhythm he wants to. I mean, I can always take charge, can't I?

Allowing his thumb to fall from my clit, he then uses his index finger  to go up and down the length of my pussy, smearing my fluids all over  it. Wanting his whole hand pressed against my pussy, I buck my hips  against him, but he resists my dominance  –  holding me by the waist with  his free hand, he slams me back against the wall, knocking a few  cleaning buckets from a shelf right over us. They crash at our feet and  we just look at each other like teenagers on the verge of getting  caught, listening to our parents' footsteps walking by the room where  we're locked.

Looking into my eyes, he uses his index finger to part my folds and  then, turning his wrist around, he flicks his thumb against my clit. A  loud moan bubbles up to my lips as he does it, but I grit my teeth and  try to silence myself. I can't forget where I am, or else I'll end up  screaming like a banshee. It isn't easy to resist the urge to moan and  scream, though  –  as he presses down on my clit, it's as fire is  consuming every single muscle in my body, my nerve endings feeling like  sharp needles spread all over me.         

     



 

Kicking it up a notch, he flattens the palm of his hand against my pussy  and starts rubbing it fiercely. I press my legs together, keeping his  hand in place, and he takes the change to slide one of his fingers  inside my pussy. I throw my head back as he does it, hitting the wall,  and I have to silence another moan as I feel his fingers making the way  up my pussy. Curling it upward, he goes straight for my G-spot and  presses so hard against it that, this time, I can't contain the moan in  my mouth.

"Oh God, oh God," I say, pleasure crawling under my skin as the movement  of his hand blankets my mind with ecstasy. Then, wasting no time, he  slides another finger inside me. "OH GOD," I shout and, thankfully,  Austin reacts fast: raising his free hand, he places it over my mouth  and muffles my scream.

Fingering me hard, he flicks his wrist and ravages my pussy, all while  drumming his thumb against my clit. It doesn't take long for pleasure to  start welling up inside of me, his fingers playing exactly the right  notes. My mind starts to spin out of control and, before I even know it,  an orgasm explodes inside of me.

My whole body trembles and my muscles spasm as, moving slowly, he starts  sliding his fingers out of my pussy. "Now we can get started," he  whispers, taking his wet fingers to his mouth and sucking on them, my  fluids making his lips glisten.

"Let's get started then," I purr, my voice mellow from the orgasm still  running through my veins. I reach for him with my mouth and, kissing  him, I close my eyes as I taste my own wetness on his lips.

Placing his hands on my shoulders, he pushes the straps of my gown down  my arms, and I don't resist as he pulls the whole thing down my body,  the fabric kissing my body on the way down. I'm not wearing a bra either  so, the moment the gown falls at my feet, I'm completely naked  –  except  for my high heels, that is.

"Fuck, you're the most beautiful woman on Earth, Ash," he exhales and,  grabbing me by the waist, he forces me to turn around. Slamming me  against the wall once more, he closes the distance between us and  presses his crotch against my ass. Reacting without a moment's  hesitation, I jut my ass back against him and start rocking my body,  feeling the hardness in his pants and already imagining how it's going  to feel once he shoves it inside of me. God, I can't wait.

Grinding hard against him, I let out a low moan as he leans into me,  kissing my neck as his hands go straight for my breasts. Cupping them  and squeezing, he pinches both my hard nipples at the same time, and I  feel my heart tightening up inside my chest again, my pussy begging for  his cock.

Fighting back against his hold, I turn around to face him; without  waiting for his reaction, my hands dart to his belt and, doing it as  fast as I can, I unbuckle his belt and pulls his zipper down, desire  coordinating the movements of my fingers. The bulging shape inside his  boxer briefs pushes back against my hand and I just curl my fingers  around it, gripping his cock so hard that he groans.

He reaches for my breasts again and, squeezing them as hard as I'm  gripping his cock, he draws a moan out of my mouth. Leaning in, he wraps  his lips around my right nipple and sucks it into his mouth, his tongue  dancing in gentle but fast circles around it.

"I want you, I want you so much," I breath out, hooking my fingers on  the side of his pants and pushing them down. They fall to his ankles,  and Austin kicks off his shoes in a hurry; stepping out of his pants and  boxers then, he pushes his shirt down his arms and offers me the most  deliciously wicked smile I've ever seen.

With Austin standing completely naked in front of me, the sight of him  almost too perfect for a common mortal, I feel as if my something has  just snapped inside my mind.

Allowing my eyes to dart straight to his cock, I curl my fingers around  it and throw all caution to the wind. Taking one step forward, I push  Austin back until he's the one with his back pressed against the wall;  then, placing my hands on his shoulders, I force him down. He slides  down the wall hesitantly, sitting down on the floor, and I move fast  with cat-like movements. Climbing on top of him, I grab his cock and  guide it toward where I need it to be.