Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(41)

Arsen starts rubbing my pussy softly, his fingers pressed tight over my  wetness. A purred moan leaves my lips as he does it, the whole world  fading away around me. With a flick of his fingers he pulls my thong to  the side and brushes one fingertip over my labia, his touch making my  brain almost explode.

"You're so wet," he says, his finger going back and forth over my drenched lips. "I love it."

"Please," I mutter, not even understanding what I'm asking for. I want  him to slide his finger deep inside of me, I want to feel his cock  pushing past my inner lips and lodging itself inside my pussy. I want it  all, and I want it right now.

Before I can even react, he parts my inner lips and slides his finger  in, moving it inside me like a hook and pressing his fingertip in that  sweet hidden spot. I moan again, this time louder, and he presses harder  against my G-spot. I swear to God, I'm so delirious with desire I have  no idea how I'm managing to stand still.

He starts to move his finger in and out of my pussy, each time his hand  moves the rhythm growing. Soon enough his finger is moving so fast I'm  no longer moaning, I'm just trying to keep breathing through the  avalanche of sensations that rages inside of me. Letting go of my hair,  he takes his other hand to between my thighs and presses his thumb over  my clit, applying just enough pressure to force a moan out of my lips  once more.

Working on my clit with his thumb, his index finger flying in and out of  my pussy, he guides me to the edge and, with a simple word, throws me  off of it.

"Come," he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. "Come for me."

Just like that, I go off. I close my eyes again, breathing hard through  my gritted teeth as all muscles in my body become tight and hard,  uncontrollable tension pooling in every single fiber of my being. Like a  bomb, pleasure explodes inside of me, my muscles letting go of all that  tension as a forceful scream leaves my throat. My voice quivers as he  stops moving his finger and just presses it hard against my G-spot,  rubbing it there with the mastery of a man who knows women almost too  well.

I press my back against the wall, trembling as he slides his finger out of my pussy and looks me in the eyes.

"This was just a taste," he grins, that sweet mischievousness in his  lips driving me completely mad. "Plenty more to come …  If you behave,  that is." As he speaks, he brings his fingers up to my face, and lays  the one he had inside of me against my lips. The scent of my own pussy  climbs up my nostrils, and I find myself opening my mouth gently,  allowing him to slide his finger in. He slides it all the way in, my  tongue running along its length and licking it dry of my own juices.  Tasting myself I grow even wetter, wanting much more than to just be  fingered. I mean, if he can make me feel like this using only one finger  and one word, what else can he do? Oh, judging by the look in his eyes,  I'm going to find out pretty soon.

My instincts taking the wheel, I reach for his crotch, anxious to feel  him and find out what he hides under his expensive clothing. But, the  moment my hand is just an inch away from him, he moves quickly and grabs  my wrist.

"Not yet," he tells me firmly, letting go of my wrist and taking a step backward. "You'll have to earn that."

I lick my lips, anxious to do whatever's necessary to earn it. I still  can't believe I'm letting him act like this, dominating me as if I were  nothing more than a naive innocent girl  …  But he's so damn intoxicating.  And I'm not just talking about his good looks; no, it goes deeper than  that. One hard look into his eyes is enough to realize that Arsen Hawke  is more than just a man; he's almost from a completely different breed.  Standing here, in the presence of a man who seems so perfect it's almost  unbelievable, what else can I do than obey every single one of his  words? Sure, I won't let him push me around forever  …  but my body  demands me to do it right now. I can't help but submit.

Arsen takes another step back and loosens his tie, opening the top  button of his shirt as his eyes wander all over my body. I feel him  devouring every single inch of naked skin in me, and I know he's aching  for more.

"Turn around," he tells me, his voice leaving no room for hesitation.  The moment his words caress my eardrums, I'm turning on my heels, my  back to him as my heart thumps louder against my chest. "Your dress,  take it off. Slowly."

I take one deep breath, moving my hands to my shoulders and pushing the  straps of my dress down my arms. I feel the fabric drooping over my  breasts, and I pull on it until my dress is hanging around my waist.  Hooking my fingers on it, I sway my hips from side to side, slowly  letting the fabric fall down my legs into a heap at my feet.

His shoes click across the floor as he takes one step toward me; I fight  against all of my urges and remain in place, every fiber in my body  screaming for me to turn around and face him. I feel his fingertips over  the dimples in my lower back, and then he runs them all the way up to  my shoulder blades; he moves his fingers across the edge of my bra,  stopping only to undo the clasp there. He does it with one single  movement, the cups drooping over my breasts.

I half-expect him to pull the straps down my shoulders, but instead he  takes one step back. "Take it off," he commands me, my arms moving by  themselves in response. I push the straps down my arms, and then I let  the bra fall down to the floor, right on top of my dress. My nipples are  hard, almost desperate to feel his fingers, mouth, and skin on them.

For a long second, he says nothing. I close my eyes as I feel him  appreciating my body, the air around both of us becoming heavier and  charged with electricity. I can almost feel the desperate need he has to  see me taking my thong off, and still he waits, letting the fire of  anticipation rage in both of our bodies.

"You look so fucking perfect," he says, moving fast toward me and  pressing his body against mine. My hands go to the wall and I  unconsciously jut my ass back at him, my rear pressed tight against his  crotch. I sigh deeply as I feel his thick shape straining against his  pants, pulsing with desire and lust. He laces my waist, pressing his  forearm over my stomach as he pulls me into him, bucking his hips at me  at the same time. He's thick and long, probably the biggest I have ever  felt …  And let me tell you, when you work in a strip club you get to feel  a lot of cocks.

I sway my hips from side to side, the bulging in his pants pushing  against my ass cheeks as I move. Arsen runs his free hand up and down my  side, his long fingers only stopping when they meet the small string of  fabric that delineates my thigh-he hooks them there, on my thong, and  pulls viciously. Just one pull and he tears my thong apart, the fabric  sliding off my body in such a hurried way that I can't help but gasp.

His lips are on my neck as I grind my ass against his cock, everything  in me burning with a frantic desire to get him out of his clothes. I  reach behind my back, wanting to place my hand over his crotch, but once  again he grabs my wrist, pinning my whole arm behind my back.

"You want it that much?" He asks me while I try and fight back against  the hold he has on me. It's impossible: he's simply too strong.         

     



 

"I do," I respond, leaning forward and pressing my forehead against the  wall, as my breathing grows heavier. The moment the words leave my lips,  he lets go of me. He takes two steps back, the absence of his body on  mine almost too painful to endure. Reacting on instinct, I turn on my  heels, my feet making me follow after him.

"Stop," he says firmly, and I stop dead in my tracks. We're just a few  inches away, and that is almost enough to drive me insane-to know that I  could just reach for his shirt and start peeling it off of him  …  "On  your knees," he continues, my body once again responding without his  commands having to be filtered by my brain. I don't know what it is  about him, but the moment he speaks, I do it. As soon as my knees touch  the floor, my heart is pounding hard again, my eyes glued to the thick  shape straining against his pants. "How bad do you want it?"

"I want it bad," I say, my voice quivering as he starts to unbuckle his  belt. I can't even blink, my eyes glued to what's happening in front of  me. With slow teasing movements he takes the belt out from his pants and  throws it on the floor; his fingers then go back to his crotch,  unbuttoning it with deliberate and maddening patience. Each buttons he  undoes, my heart kicks and punches harder against my ribcage  …  And with  each button he pops out, his cock strains harder against his boxer  briefs.

"Then have it," Arsen says, reaching for my hair and yanking my head  back. He leans down toward me and presses his mouth against mine, our  kiss one of wildness and frenzied lust. When he stands up again, my  hands are moving toward his crotch; I hook my fingers on the side of his  pants and slowly pull them down to his knees. My fingers go up his legs  and over his underwear, but never touching his cock. I want to touch it  more than anything, but I want to make him feel the poison of  anticipation in his veins.