Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(43)

"I love the way you beg, Ashley," he continues, taking his fingers out  of my pussy and running them up my stomach, tracing an upward line with  my fluids. He goes all the way up to my face, and then presses his  fingers against my lips; I open my mouth once more, eager to feel my own  juices again. I suck his fingers dry as he moves them in and out of my  mouth and, in an instant, it's over: he takes them out and moves them in  a line around my neck and down my back, tracing the curve of my  buttocks with maddening patience.

I've already stopped screaming, but I'm still breathing hard through my  gritted teeth. But the moment he runs his finger over my ass crack, a  loud moan fills my mouth. Pressing gently, he slides his finger between  my ass cheeks until he finds my anus; there, he presses harder, drawing  little perfect circles around it. Then, no warning at all, he slides it  in an inch, my body tensing up like a nocked arrow.

"Oh, God!" I mutter, a web of delight covering all of my senses. "Please, Arsen …  I can't take it anymore. Fuck me now …  Please."

Even though I can't see him, I almost feel his mischievous grin. He  takes his finger out of my ass, and in a heartbeat, he's pressing his  cock between my thighs, angling it so that his glans is pushing against  my inner lips.

I push my hips back at him and his cock pierces me like a spear, burying  itself in me to the hilt. I don't even moan or scream-for a few  seconds, I even stop breathing completely, just taking in the pleasure  that he's injecting in me. His massive cock is straining against my  inner walls, filling me up in a way no other man has done before. It's  almost as if Arsen's cock was designed solely for the purpose of fucking  me. For a while, I thought that having something so massive inside of  me would hurt …  Well, I was mistaken. If there's any pain, it's one so  well hidden in a veil of pleasure that it's simply impossible to notice.

Slowly, he slides his cock out, but only to bury it in me again. He  starts slowly, the whole notion of time fading away as he thrusts.  Seconds stretch into minutes, and minutes into hours. Eternity is at my  fingertips, his body on mine the most perfect thing I have ever  experienced. And when he starts to thrust harder I almost explode, a  cascade of moans climbing up my throat and rolling over my tongue. Not  only does he go harder, but he goes faster too, his thighs slapping my  ass with such strength that the sound of flesh on flesh fills the whole  room.

Lacing my waist with one arm, he lets his hand fall down to my pussy,  two fingers reaching for my clit. The moment he applies just a tiny  amount of pressure there, I can't help but let out a scream so loud I'm  sure I'm going to have a sore throat tomorrow. But who cares?

I come like a madwoman, pushing my hips back at him with such ferocity  that he has no other choice but to slide his cock deeper than before. I  grit my teeth as his shaft lodges itself inside me, all of his length  pushing back against my inner walls. My forehead is still pressed  against the wall, all my muscles burning and trembling with pleasure as I  succumb to a perfect orgasm. I take a deep breath, ready to rest for a  few seconds, but he doesn't even allow me that: before the orgasm has  subsided he's pistoning into me again, his body moving with such  perfection that I just wish for him to keep going like that for all  eternity.

"Oh, God … " I mutter to no one in particular, my arms growing so weak  that I have to support myself with my forearms against the wall. Still  with his fingers on my clit, he starts to circle it with fast movements,  charging my whole body with that sweet electric current of delight.

"Come for me, Ashley," he says, his voice pushing me toward the edge.  "Do it …  Don't hold back." Just like that I come again, hissing through  my gritted teeth as my body starts to convulse. I feel spent and  exhausted but somehow I'm still aching for more.

"More … " I beg of him as he starts to slide his cock out of my pussy. "I want more … "

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet," he says, placing both his hands on my  waist and turning me around. I turn on my heels quickly and, now facing  him, our eyes lock. His expression is one of insatiable hunger and I  realize that, from this point on, I won't have to beg him to fuck me  anymore.

Moving fast, he places one hand under my right buttock and, spreading  his fingers wide, forces me to lift my leg up. I lace it around his  waist and over his ass, pulling him in; he comes willingly, grabbing my  other buttock and lifting me up from the floor. Crossing my legs behind  his back, I place my straight arms over his shoulders as he angles his  cock so that it's aiming right at my pussy. With a grin full of lustful  promises, he thrusts, his cock parting my inner lips in the blink of an  eye.

This time he doesn't build the rhythm-no, he goes all in right from the  start, moving his hips so furiously that it's almost impossible to tell  when he's thrusting in or thrusting out. He leans in toward me and  kisses me, his tongue immediately finding the way between my lips; our  tongues wrestle against one another as our bodies move in a violent  dance of sin and lust.

I'm not innocent or naive, and I have a fair share of experience under  my belt, but this …  Oh, this is something else entirely. I've never been  fucked like this, so hard that it feels like blue flames of ecstasy are  licking me from the inside out, threatening to scorch every single nerve  ending I have.

It's funny, actually-the first time I saw Arsen I put him down as just  another creep from the strip club. Sure, he was hot and all that, but I  had no idea that he was a Man. Yes, a Man with capital M, one of those  guys who you think are long extinct. If this was a Western, he'd either  be the bandit or the Marshall-there'd be no secondary role for someone  like him. And by God, it's so damn refreshing! Two months in the strip  club and I was already up to the eyeballs with men who spent their whole  life adrift, the glistening skin of paid strippers the only joy they  take out of life.

Arsen quickly derails my train of thought by going even faster-somehow,  he's still able to do it, his thighs moving so fast that it should be  physically impossible. Still with his hands holding me by the ass, he  pushes my cheeks apart, moving one hand slightly he reaches for my anus  with one finger and starts to caress it slightly, my brain almost  exploding with the sensory overload. His cock ravaging me, his finger on  my ass, his chest pressed against my hard nipples …  This is too much.

I scream like a banshee, the muscles in my neck straining to accommodate  the violence that climbs up my throat. The moment he feels my body  tensing up, he presses his finger against my anus more harshly and  slides it in halfway, my ass clenching around it.

Instead of letting me savor my orgasm, he simply keeps thrusting,  feeding one more inch of his finger into my ass. My hands turn into  claws and I bury them in his back, hard enough to draw blood. He doesn't  even register it: he simply keeps fucking me as if he needed to do it  in order to survive.

Scratching his back, my eyelids droop as I feel my eyes rolling in their  orbits. The pleasure that rages through me is so intense I still can't  believe I haven't passed out yet. Do you think I'm exaggerating? Well,  if you do, then you've never been with a man like Arsen. Seriously, I  never believed that such intense pleasure could even exist in this  world.

His cock flies in and out of me at furious pace, ravaging me completely  as my muscles keep on spasming as if I were having a seizure. Riding  pleasure's peak, I start feeling another wave of ecstasy coming for me;  two heartbeats later and it crashes against my mind, scorching all of my  nerve endings and making my body go limp. If he wasn't holding me, I'd  just collapse onto the floor like a used rag.         

     



 

Somehow, even though I can barely feel anything aside from the fires of  pleasure, I notice his cock spasming harshly inside my pussy. He's on  the edge as well, and it's a good thing too; I doubt I could endure one  more minute of such delight. Who knew that pleasure could ever be too  much?

I sigh deeply as his cock starts to twitch uncontrollably, gushing his  warm seed deep inside of me. He stops moving his body as he comes,  filling me up to the brim with thick ropes of white cum. He keeps  cumming for what seems like an eternity, gushing so much semen that it  starts dripping out of my pussy and pooling on the floor at our feet.

Slowly, he lowers me down as his cock finally stops spasming. He pulls  it out of me gently, a shiver going up my spine as he does it. I lean  back against the wall, tilting my head back and breathing deeply; his  hand go down the side of my body and, when I open my eyes, he's on his  knees. Our eyes meet and a savage grin burns on his face immediately.  Without warning, he leans forward, pressing his mouth against my pussy;  reacting by sheer instinct I lay my hands on top of his head as he licks  my folds, scooping his own cum.