Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(42)

I let my fingers move up and down-up to his waist and then down to the  hem of his boxers. I do it over and over again, never taking my eyes off  of his thick shape, seeing it pulse more harshly every time my fingers  go near it. Then, unable to put it off any longer, I flatten the palm of  my hand against his bulging. I bite my lower lip as I feel him under my  hand, his cock so big my insides clench. Is he going to fit inside me?  Is it going to hurt?

Leaning forward, I close my eyes and tilt my head sideways. I part my  lips slightly and rest them against the shape of his cock, sucking on it  over the fabric of his boxers. It pulses against me, eager to be set  free and unleashed upon my body. Oh, I yield to its wishes pretty  easily: hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs, I pull them down, his  cock springing free in a heartbeat. As I lay eyes on it, I feel my heart  tight inside my chest. To feel it is one thing, but to see it …  God,  he's huge-and absolutely perfect.

I run my fingers over his groins and, my heart drumming so fast it might  burst any moment now, I rest my index finger over his shaft. As slowly  as I can, I slide it up from his root to the glans, then move it back  down again; stretching my fingers wide, I cup his balls, feeling their  weight with the palm of my hand. I roll them over my hand, their  warmness spreading to my fingers, hand and arms, and filling me with  uncontrollable desire.

The moment I realize what I'm doing, I'm already leaning forward, my  fingers curling around his shaft and pointing it straight to my mouth. I  part my lips and rest them over his glans, scooping up his pre-cum with  the tip of my tongue and letting his salty flavor inundate me.

His hands are on my head, but he's just feeling the gentle sway of my  body, letting me follow my own rhythm. I lap at his glans with my  tongue, running it in slow circles around his tip as I start moving my  hand back and forth, his pulsing thickness feeling alive under my  fingers.

Moving my head sideways, I run my tongue from his tip to the root,  licking the whole length of his shaft as I look up at him. The moment we  lock eyes, I feel my pussy clenching-something primal and wild roars  inside of me, and I know that in a few heartbeats I'll be completely out  of control.

I open my mouth wide and, leaning forward, wrap my lips tightly around  his tip; I keep moving forward, his shaft rolling over my lips and  tongue as he slides deep inside of my mouth. I feel it pushing down on  my tongue and straining against my cheeks but I keep going. I only stop  when I feel his tip at the back of my throat, my mouth completely filled  with his cock.

I start bobbing my head, moving it back and forth over his cock. Going  from his tip to the base, I start to go as fast as I can, cupping his  balls with one hand. With my free hand I grab his shaft and, moving it  in tandem with my mouth, I start to stroke him. Suddenly, I feel his  fingers hooking themselves in my hair and he forces me stop. I look up  at him, his cock still inside my mouth, and he simply grins. Deviousness  flickering in his eyes, he starts to thrust, making his cock slide in  and out of my mouth at a growing pace. It doesn't take long for him to  be moving so fast I have to open my mouth as wide as I can, his cock  fucking me relentlessly. Closing my eyes as his shaft flies in and out  of me, I can't help but wonder how it's going to feel when he's doing  this to my pussy.

Still holding my head in place, he rests his free hand on my shoulder  and lets it fall down to my breasts. Easing down his rhythm, he runs his  fingers over the curve of my right breast and circles my hard nipple  carefully. Then, the moment he pulls his cock out of my mouth, he  pinches my nipple between his thumb and index finger; I gasp, my insides  clenching as my hand starts moving again, stroking him as fast as I  can.

Electricity spreading across my body from the pressure he's applying on  my nipple, I lunge forward, my parted lips resting against his shaft. I  lick his cock sideways, running my lips and tongue over his length and  going down to his balls; there, I open my mouth and suck one in, rolling  it around inside me as I keep on stroking him furiously. Looking up at  him, I can't help but feel victorious delight from seeing him with his  eyes closed, head slightly thrown back in ecstasy. He might know how to  drive women completely insane, but I'm not a woman anyone should  underestimate. After all, I was the reason thousands of men lied to  their wives and went to the strip club to spend their hard-earned cash.

Suddenly, Arsen yanks on my hair and forces my head back, my eyes  locking on his. He's breathing hard, the corner of his lips turning  upward. "Stand up," he tells me. Reluctantly, I let go of his cock and  go up to my feet.

I don't even have enough time to think about what's happening: he's on  me in an instant, his body pressed tightly against mine. He pins me  against the wall, one hand cupping my left breast while the other grabs  one buttock. I throw my head back, his lips on my neck; he nibbles my  skin there gently, going all the way from my neck to my lips. We kiss in  abandonment, my anxious hands darting to his collar.

I start unbuttoning his shirt, my trembling fingers fumbling with the  buttons on their way down. His hard pectorals brush against my knuckles  and, the moment the last button pops out, I run both my hands from his  stomach to his chest, feeling every hill and ridge of his muscles. From  his perfectly carved abdominals to the ropes of muscles in his arms,  everything in him seems designed with only one objective in mind:  perfection. See those male models that often don the covers of  magazines? Yeah, they don't hold a candle to Arsen's body. In fact,  perfect is a poor word to describe him.

He doesn't give me much time to appreciate his body, though; as I pull  his shirt down his arms, he grabs me firmly by the hips and makes me  turn around. I place my hands on the wall as I face it, suddenly feeling  more exposed than I have ever been in my entire life. And I used to be a  stripper, for God's sake! But with Arsen it's different …  He's perfect  in every sense of the word and, somehow, I want him to feel the same way  about me too.

I stand still, not moving and barely breathing as I hear him kick off  his shoes. I hear the rustle of his pants and I can almost picture him  as he strips naked-more than anything I want to look over my shoulder at  him, but I manage to control these urges. Then I feel him breathing  close to my neck. As his mouth touches my skin I close my eyes by  instinct, succumbing to the perfect way his velvety red lips caress the  contour of my neck. Carefully grabbing a handful of hair, he brushes it  over my shoulder, his kisses hiking up to my ear.

"You'll moan," he places one finger over my spine, right below my neck.  "You'll scream," his finger starts to move down, tracing the valley of  my spine until it reaches my lower back. "And then you'll beg me to fuck  you," he almost growls, brushing his fingertip over the curve between  my ass cheeks. I tremble and shiver, my skin prickling as his words  blanket my rational mind. Moan, scream and beg-that seems like a perfect  menu, if you ask me.

"I'll moan and scream," I repeat after him, the sound of my voice coming  out quivering and weak. As I start to speak he runs his finger down to  between my legs, caressing my wet folds gently. "And then I'll …  beg!"  The last word comes out as a gasp, his finger pushing its way past my  pussy lips and burying itself deep inside of me.         

     



 

Slowly, he takes it all the way out, once again running it along the  length of my pussy. He only stops when he reaches my clit, first  circling it, and then pressing hard on it. It's stronger than myself: I  can't help but moan.

"That's a start," he whispers, running his finger down and sliding it  all the way in. Flicking his wrist, he fingers me in a pendulum motion,  each time his finger goes in his pace increasing. I'm moaning, and I'm  doing it as hard as I can; still, the moment he slides one more finger  inside of my pussy I stop moaning. What I do is grit my teeth and scream  through them, my eyes shut tight as I succumb to the pleasant warm  electricity that fills every single muscle in my body.

He goes fast and vicious, fucking me with his two fingers until I can't  take it anymore. I press my forehead against the wall and let out a loud  and mighty scream, my muscles convulsing as pleasure rages through my  veins. The moment I start screaming he turns his wrist around and,  moving his fingers inside of me, presses hard on my G-spot and starts to  rub me there. I scream even louder, my throat already starting to hurt.

"Fuck me … " I whisper, the words tumbling out of my lips like a magic  spell. "Fuck me, Arsen … " I repeat, my voice coming out honeyed and  mellow. "Please."

"I told you that you'd beg," he whispers, still rubbing my G-spot and sending waves of pleasure through me.

"Please, please," I repeat, intoning the words like a mantra.