Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(31)

Using one hand, I cup both his balls and roll them over my fingers,  feeling how busy they are producing all the cum he's going to unleash  over my body once we're done. With my free hand, I trace the contour of  his cock, my index finger sliding from the root of his member to its  tip, and then doing the same movement on an opposite direction. I do it  over and over again, teasing him mercilessly.

Finally succumbing to my own desire, I lean forward and rest my lips  against the tip of his cock, softly kissing it. Opening my mouth, I then  wrap my lips around it, feeling his warm flesh over my tongue. Sucking  on him gently, I allow my lips to roll down the length of his shaft. I  go all the way down, only stopping when the tip of his cock is firmly  pressed against the back of my throat.

"Fuck, Ash," he groans, tangling his fingers on my hair. Rolling my lips  back, I start bobbing my head back and forth over his cock, pressing  against his shaft with my tongue. Grabbing his member with my right  hand, I then start to stroke him with a matching rhythm to that of my  mouth, enjoying the way he's breathing heavily.

Doing it like this is enough to turn my thong into a wet rag. I can  already feel my fluids dripping down my inner thighs, and I can't wait  to rub that wetness against Austin's hard member.

Moving back, I allow his cock to pop out of my mouth and I grab it with  both my hands. Looking into his eyes, I start stroking him as fast as I  can, hell bent on stopping only when he's dangling over the edge of an  orgasm.

I do it for almost a minute and then, without a break to my movements, I  open my mouth as wide as I can and swallow his cock whole, his shaft  sliding over my tongue in a hurry. Sucking as fast as I can, I let go of  his cock and take both my hands to his ass, squeezing his ass cheeks  and pulling him into me at the same time. Reacting to my movements, he  yanks on my hair and forces me to stop sucking.

Taking the lead, he starts thrusting, fucking my mouth as if he were  doing it to my pussy. He groans as he does it, and I can't help but open  my eyes to enjoy the expression on his face.

With his head thrown back, Austin has his eyes closed, a grin of pure  delight commanding his lips. He's moving his hips fast, ravaging my  mouth and succumbing to the lack of control that has taken over his  body.

Then, surprising me, he takes one step back: letting go of my hair he  pops his cock out of my mouth. Moving fast, so fast that I don't even  have the time to react, he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me up to my  feet.

"I always wanted to do this," he whispers, pushing me back until my ass  is pressed against the piece of history that's the President's desk.  Growling, he pushes my skirt down my legs and then, hooking his thumbs  on the string of thong that laces my outer thighs, he undresses me  completely.

Now that I'm completely naked, he takes his hand to my ass and pushes me  up; I go up willingly, sitting down on the desk as I spread my legs and  lace them around his waist. Pulling him into me, I hold my breath as he  closes the distance between the two of us, the tip of his cock brushing  against my drenched folds.

"Fuck me, Mr. President," I purr at him, my pussy aching to feel his  thickness stretching me wide. As if reading my thoughts, he thrusts  right away, pushing his shaft inside of me so fast that I feel my mind  breaking apart. His thickness strains against my inner walls on the way,  and it fills me up so completely that it seems like his cock was made  solely for my pussy. Well, I guess now I can say that his cock is only  mine, though  –  that's what an enjoyment ring means, right? Oh, sorry. I  meant engagement ring. Because, hun, that's right  –  these twelve inches  of pure pleasure are my sole property to enjoy with as I please.

With a vicious rhythm right from the start, Austin thrusts over and over  again, his cock completely demolishing my pussy. With my legs laced  around his waist, I keep him trapped in place  –  not that I need to,  though. I doubt he'd go anywhere, even if I let him. His body needs mine  as much as mine needs his.

I throw my head back as he ravages me wildly and, feeling a scream  climbing up my throat, I open my mouth and let it explode in the air.  The Oval Office is soundproof and, even if it wasn't, what do I care?  Right now I've surrendered to pleasure and, if anyone wants to listen  in, please be my guest. Even Presidents need a healthy sex life …  And  I'll make it my purpose in life to make sure that President Austin has  one of the healthiest sex lives in all of history.

Fucking me until all my muscles grow sore, he then decides to go even  harder. My legs grow limp as he thrusts viciously but, at the same time,  I feel my insides clenching. Just a fraction of a second later and a  thermonuclear explosion takes over my mind, bright colors and sounds  bouncing around my skull.

Screaming and moaning, I throw myself back, collapsing on top of his  desk and sending a few of the folders piled there tumbling down to the  floor. I expect him to stop now but, of course, I'm wrong. Right now, he  has no brakes, and nothing on Earth would be able to make him stop.

With his hands placed on the back of my knees, he pulls me into him and  pounds me slower now; but slower doesn't mean he's being any gentler.  Instead, he has replaced speed with strength, the brutish thrusts of his  hips making me feel on the verge of passing out. Seriously, there's so  much pleasure running through my mind right now that I wouldn't be able  to tell you my name if you asked me.

Curling my fingers around the edge of the desk to steady myself, I just  spread my legs wide and allow him to fuck me as hard as he wants,  another orgasm building on the back of the last one. Hitting me out of  the blue, I let another wild scream echo through the room, the sound of  my voice stabbing the silence wildly.

I do it until my throat grows sore and then, for good measure, I do it  some more. Only when my throat gives up on me do I shut up, whimpering  as the orgasm raging inside my body turns my body into a quivering mess.

"Tired already?" He whispers, leaning in to lay a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Never," I reply with a purr, his teasing words waking some hidden  reserve of energy inside of me. I sit up on the desk as he slides his  cock out of me and, not even wasting a second, I turn around and assume  an all-fours position, wiggling my ass from side to side and inviting  him in.         

     



 

Accepting my invitation in a heartbeat, he comes up to me and, angling  his cock downward, he rubs it tip along the length of my pussy. Without  any kind of warning, he simply thrusts and forces his whole  twelve-inches inside of me with one quick movement. I let out another  wild scream, one that bounces off the walls and comes back to my  eardrums at full force.

Pounding me with a gentle fury only Austin is capable of, he drags me  down into a world where pleasure reigns supreme, one where orgasms  always come in a dozen. Sounds like a fantastical world to live in,  doesn't it? It sure does and, if it were up to me, I'd make sure that  every woman visits this pleasure land at least once in a lifetime.

Thrusting back against Austin, I impale myself on his cock over and over  again, taking part of the responsibility in building another orgasm. It  comes quickly enough  –  just a couple of thrusts more and the muscles in  my throat grow tense, making a supreme effort to push out a scream  shrill enough to rupture my own eardrums.

Completely lost in a daze of ecstasy, I'm jolted out of it when I hear a  loud noise coming from one of the side doors. I raise my head just in  time to see someone kicking the door open; before I can even blink,  three Secret Service agents run into the room with their handguns  raised. Their eyes automatically dart to every corner in the room, even  after seeing the two of us, almost as if their programming didn't allow  them to process whatever is in front of them before all threats are  neutralized.

But, of course, eventually they lower their gun and, for one long  second, they just stare at us. Let me rephrase that: they stare at my  naked body, on all fours, my breasts wagging as I look at them in  embarrassment. I bet my cheeks are as red as wildfire.

I can't see Austin, as he's standing behind me, but I already know that  there's a massive grin on his face. I mean, he didn't even bother to  take his cock out of me!

"We're …  we're sorry, sir. We've heard …  screaming," one of the agents  say, his cheeks also becoming flushed. I can't help but notice that  there's a bulging in his pants - just by looking at us, he's already  hard. I don't know if I should feel even more embarrassed or just plain  proud.

"No worries, boys," Austin merely says, as if this is nothing to him.

"We'll let you to it, sir," one of the agents says, and soon they turn  on their heels and go out of the room. I can't help but smile as I  notice the proud tone in the way the agent spoke. It's a good thing that  Austin could trust these guys with his life, or else the headlines  tomorrow would be a riot to read.