Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(251)

We barely make it onto the elevator. As soon as the doors slide shut,  Reese pushes me against the wall and threads his fingers in my hair,  yanking my head back and crushing his mouth to mine.

I knew he was holding back on the train, and now I can't wait to see  what happens next. He kicks my feet apart, pulling my skirt up high so  he can wedge himself between my legs. I rock against him, savoring the  delicious pressure of being trapped against his hard body.

"Fuck, baby," he says, pulling back for just a second to take me in. "Do  you always wear stuff this sexy? I think you're going to drive me  insane knowing this is what's under your clothes. If you move in, I may  never let you leave the apartment."

I laugh and pull his mouth back to mine. I can't wait another second.  Fumbling with his pants, I release the button and reach inside, wrapping  my fingers around his thick cock. God, it's so big. My already soaked  pussy gets even wetter. I want him inside of me now.

Reese grips my thighs and hoists me up against the elevator wall, and my  legs close around his waist like a vise. I can feel the hard tip of his  erection pressing against my panties.

The elevator finally reaches his floor and dings, the doors whooshing  open, and Reese carries me just like that to his apartment, his mouth  never breaking from mine as he finds his key and unlocks the door. He  kicks it shut behind us and strides straight through the apartment to  his bedroom.         

     



 

Dropping me on his huge, plush bed, he grabs my shoes and tosses them  aside, running his hands up my legs like he did that first day on the 6  Train. When his fingers are inches from my pussy, he pulls them away,  leaving me whimpering and needy.

"Reese … "

He grins, that cocky smile making me lose my mind. But he's only  stopping to remove my skirt. He unzips it and yanks it off, and I pull  my top over my head, ready to get rid of all the barriers between us. He  seems just as eager because he sheds his own clothing just as fast.

Then he's staring down at me like I'm his prey, and I love it.

His hands travel over my stomach up toward my breasts. I arch into his  palm. I didn't get to feel his hands on me like this the other day and I  can't get enough. He pulls the cups of my bra down until my breasts are  fully exposed, pushed together high and round. My nipples ache for him,  but he just looks his fill, cupping me.

Unable to stop myself, my fingers trail up my stomach and pinch my nipples, drawing a moan from my throat.

I watch him as his eyes darken, reveling in the knowledge that I'm  driving him as crazy as he's driving me. I continue to play with myself,  and he takes his thick, swollen cock in his fist, pumping it slowly as  he watches me. I insert a finger in my mouth, then pulling my panties to  the side, I slide the wet digit inside my even wetter pussy.

Reese groans. "Do you see what you do to me?" He grips his cock even  harder, stroking faster. "I need to be inside you, Adrienne."

I nod breathlessly, spreading my legs wide, welcoming him to me, already  so wet, just from the anticipation. He hooks a finger in my panties and  pulls, hard, and the sound of ripping lace gets me even more excited.

"Yes," I beg. "Please. I need you inside me now."

He steps away, grabs a condom and rolls it on quickly, then returns to  me, climbing up and hovering over me on the bed. Reese closes his mouth  over each of my breasts in turn, sucking and teasing my nipples into a  hard peak.

It's not enough. I reach for his cock, so thick and hard. "I said need you now."

He doesn't make me wait. Positioning the head of his cock at my  entrance, he rubs it up and down my slit, coating himself with my  juices. Then he thrusts into me in one swift, hard stroke, burying  himself as far as he can get. My pussy clenches around him, and it feels  so good to finally have him in me.

I moan, the sheer ecstasy of being so filled nearly sending me over the edge.

He begins moving within me, thrusting hard and fast, his movements  echoing the desperation I feel. I quickly feel my orgasm building, and  his own groans of pleasure are so fucking sexy.

"Harder, Reese. I need more."

"That's my dirty girl," he murmurs against my mouth before he takes me in a rough kiss.

"Only for you," I pant. "You bring out my naughty side."

My words seem to spur him on, and he pulls back, grabbing my hips and  flipping me over in one quick motion. He pulls my ass up in the air and  grips it hard, fingers digging in, spreading me wide as his cock teases  my pussy from behind.

Then he slams his cock right back into my tight heat, hitting just the right spot as he pounds into me over and over.

I arch my back and look back at him. His eyes are burning with lust. But  I see more there, something that makes me think what he said on the  train about being crazy about me might just be true.

I reach for him, and he pulls me up, my back against his chest, his  hands gripping my tits as he continues to fuck me from behind. I lean my  head back on his shoulder, and he rains hot, wet kisses down my neck.

Dropping a hand to my clit, he teases me there while he pinches my  nipple with his other hand. And just like that, I fly over the edge, a  scream ripping from my throat as my orgasm tears through me. I feel his  cock swell inside of me, hot jets shooting from him as my pussy grips  him over and over and over.

We collapse on the bed in a satisfied haze. Everything I ever fantasized about my train guy was nothing compared to the reality.

After a while of drifting in the afterglow, I prop my hand on my head  and give him a teasing smile. "So, about that roomie situation."

He gives me that sexy, cocky smirk and arches an eyebrow. "Let me guess. I convinced you."

I purse my lips, and he laughs. "Come on, baby. Where else can you move  where you are guaranteed earth-shattering orgasms anytime you want?"

"Anytime?" I grin.

"Hell yeah. I'm at your service. All day and night." Reese rolls me over  until I'm lying on top of him, and I can feel him hardening again  already.

"Sounds pretty tempting."

He tilts his head up and kisses me, his eyes growing serious. "That's  not the only reason I want you here, though. I don't what it is,  Adrienne, but there's something about you … "

He trails off as if he suddenly feels unsure of himself, and I decide to put him out of his misery.

"Reese, I don't get it either. But I want to figure it out. With you."

He grins, flipping me onto my back and pinning my hands above my head.  "Good. Because I was going to have to resort to bribing you with cooking  gourmet meals."

I narrow my eyes. "You cook?"

"Absolutely."

"Well, why didn't you say so? You, my friend, have a new roommate." I  can't help laughing at his expression. "So when is dinner?"

He gives me a wicked grin as he starts kissing down my stomach. My  satisfied body is suddenly needy all over again as his mouth settles on  my pussy.

I moan as he expertly drives me wild with his tongue, crying out in frustration when he lifts his head.

"What?" he asks innocently. "I thought you wanted dinner."

I push his head back down, laughing. "I'll settle for dessert."

He practically growls. "Me too."





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Ashley




I never thought that I'd be visiting a hospital during my honeymoon, but  that's exactly what's happening. Okay, sure, that's not an image as  bleak as you might be imagining: after all, Austin is the President of  the United States, and that means we have the best doctors in the world  at our disposition.

Besides, it's not like I'm injured or really sick. I've just been  nauseous for a few days in a row, and I'm afraid it might be food  poisoning or something like that. Which wouldn't be that surprising  –   we're in a private island in a faraway corner of the world, somewhere  between Thailand and Only God Knows Where, and I've been eating all  kinds of exotic food for too long.

Let's go back a bit, shall we?

It's still difficult for me to wrap my head around the fact that Austin  Bain, the President of the United States of America, is now my husband,  but that's my life now. That's right, I'm the First Lady. Funny how it  all happened, isn't it?

Two months after Austin proposed we got married. Everyone insisted on  some grand public ceremony but, wanting to make me happy, Austin settled  on a private ceremony just for our family and closest friends. It was  beautiful, the kind of thing a girl dreams about when she's too young to  be thinking of husbands and sex, but it doesn't compare to the kind of  joy I feel every day when I wake up next to Austin.