Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(45)

"I own the strip club that you used to work at," I tell Ashley and I see  her large eyes grow wider as she looks at me. "The night that I ran  into you in the cab, I own that club."

"You own a strip club?" Ashley asks.

"Among other things," I reply. "My dad was a big deal in the sex industry."

Is she going to leave? Is she going to ask me why I do what I do? Is she going to be a prude?

God, I don't think after what we did last night, she can even be a fucking prude.

But being a billionaire sex trafficker is sort of different from say,  being a billionaire banker. I wonder what her reaction will be?

"If you were at the club and you own it," she starts and comes closer still. "Why did you never get a dance from me?"

Oh.

Wow. Not what I was expecting.

I don't say anything as Ashley gently pushes me back and I sit down on  the leather chair next to the video monitor I take video calls on.

Ashley turns on some music on her phone and turns up the volume.

It's 7:47 am and I'm about to get a lap dance from the hottest fucking woman I've ever met.

Ashley turns her back to me and slides off my shirt, showing me the back of her naked body.

Her toned ass bounces in front of me as she moves her weight from one foot to the other.

The thing about her is that she doesn't look like a stripper. Her tanned  skin doesn't speak of countless nights spent under neon nights, and her  face still looks fresh and full of candor. She doesn't seem like a  product, built to seduce over and over again, as if in a production  line. She looks as real as the girl next door, just perhaps not as  innocent.

Ashley looks through strands of her hair at me as I sit a few steps from  her. The movements of her body match the flow of the music, her hips  rocking from one side to the other. She moves her neck in a circle and,  with her hand, whips her hair back.

With a strut to her step she comes near me, her feet making her turn;  she leans forward, her ass at my eye level. Her long fingers caress her  round cheeks, and I bring my hands up to her ass, resting on the sides.

I can feel my cock stirring as I touch her-her ass is apple shaped, her  skin soft and without blemishes, a gentle firmness to it. I allow my  fingers to explore, tracing the outline of her ass, my fingertips  reaching for and caressing the dimples in her lower back.

She turns on one heel, her hands going down her body as she sways her  hips. She can feel my gaze upon her, and my mouth is already dry with  desire. Grabbing his hands she guides them over her flat belly and up to  her tits. Her nipples are hard against my fingers, almost begging to be  licked, and as I gently squeeze she allows a smile to light up her  face.

Ashley climbs on top of me, each of her knees resting besides my legs,  and brings her breasts closer to my mouth. I can almost feel her  salivate as I take one nipple between my lips, nibbling gently.

She starts rocking her hips back and forth, pressing herself down onto  my crotch as my tongue runs around her nipples, my long fingers  embracing her firm and perky tits. She leans into me, pressing my face  against her cleavage, and tugs on my earlobe with her mouth. My cock  strains against my pants as my hands went to her hips, feeling her warm  and soft skin.

She straddles me, her pussy now rubbing against my cock. Her hips go  slow, keeping in sync with the mellow music, but starts going fast and  hard as the rhythm of her body starts to gain a cadence of its own. A  warmness starts spreading over her pussy as it presses against the long  shape of my hard cock.

Suddenly, Ashley realizes something as she looks into me and stares into  my eyes. From where I'm sitting, it looks like something primal,  something wild and primitive that floods her heart and mind, tainting  her thoughts with sex.

Her fingers go to my face and with a grin on her ripe lips, she starts  stroking my cheek, her knuckles brushing against the hard muscles in my  chest as she comes down.

I push my hips up matching the rhythm of her body, my cock pulsating as  hot blood flows through it. I take one silken nipple inside my mouth,  sucking at it with abandonment as my other hand squeezes the creamy  flesh of her breast. She groans in pleasure as my white teeth gently  nibble on her, her fingers resting on my naked shoulders as her body  keeps grinding against my own.

In a swift motion she rises up and, turning her back to me, lowers  herself once more onto my crotch, my cock hardening even more as it  nestles comfortably between her ass cheeks. Back and forth she goes, her  ass rubbing against me as her pussy becomes wetter. Her hands go behind  her back and she caresses my inner thighs, feeling my thick tip along  the way, inflaming it with desire; she cups it with her fingertips,  feeling my cock's head swelling against her touch.

With one hand still cupping her breasts, a hard erect nipple trapped  between my fingers, my other hand slides down the arch of her back. My  breathing grows ragged against her neck and, with one hand, I press my  cock against her ass crack, my shaft nestling between her cheeks as it  pulses almost too painfully.

"Someone's getting enthusiastic … " She says, her words soft and mellifluous as she gets up, her hands resting on her hips.

I lick my lips unconsciously, my eyes longing for the pink fleshy slit  between her thighs. I want to taste her, to ravage her whole body and  make her moan and scream. Just one look at her eyes and I know she can  read all that in my face.

She leans into me and, with one hand sliding down my chest and over my  hard abs, she goes down on her knees. She draws a deep breath, seeing  for the first time my entire cock, its length enough to give her pause.

She curls one hand at the base of my cock, the other one gripping over  it. She moves her hands slowly up my shaft, her eyes lock on mine,  reading the burning desire written all over my face.

She comes closer, her tongue slowly sliding out of her open mouth and  resting over the base of my cock, twisting up its shaft and lubricating  my cock. When she gets to its head she opens her mouth wide, allowing  her lips to savor my manhood as they encase my glans. But she doesn't  stop there; her lips keep progressing over my cock, making it slide over  her dancing tongue as it pushes down her mouth, filling her.

I exhale slowly as the nerve endings on my cock brush against the inside  of Ashley's cheeks. This is too fucking good. She's going down on my  cock as deep as she can, still enough of my length left out for her to  grasp with one hand. Her movements ebb and flow, a whirlwind of  sensations spreading from my cock to the rest of my body. She knows what  she's doing, every single flick of her tongue and bob of her head a  calculated movement in a frenzied dance.

My stomach clenches in pleasure as my cock burns hot-with just her mouth  she's ready to make me cum. I instinctively reach for her head, my  hands wanting to guide her movement as I explode inside of her, but her  plans aren't the same as mine.

Pulling her head back she takes my cock out of her mouth, her fingers curling around it gently.

"Don't even think about it," she says, her tone soft but commanding.  "Your cock is now mine, and you can only cum when I say so."

I almost grab her by the hair and pull her head back to my cock,  shooting my load into her face despite her bossiness. But, instead, I  grit my teeth and clench my muscles hard, feeling my semen receding back  down deep inside my body. Lets let her have some fun. Let's let her  take control. Let's see what she's got inside of her.

I nod.

"Good," she whispers, her tongue jabbing at the tip of my head. "Very good … Now, can you take more … ?"

The palms of her hands go to my chest, pushing me back against the  leather couch. Like a tiger ready to jump on its prey she climbs on top  of me, her movements fluid and deliberate. She grabs my cock with one  hand and, rubbing its head against her pussy's moist outer lips, she  whispers her question once more against my ear.

"Can you take more, Mr. Hawke … ?"

"I can take a lot more." That was my curt response as, with an upwards  push of my hips, I sheathe my cock deep inside her, her inner warmness  embracing my pulsing skin. She moans as I felt the walls of her pussy  stretching and stretching, working hard to accommodate my thickness. I  plant my hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks with outstretched hands as  my cock pounds her pussy without mercy.         

     



 

Fuck, I'm close once more, my cum straining deep in my body, aching for  release. I don't care if I cum in her mouth or in her pussy, I just want  to feel that sweet discharge of electricity running through my body, my  cum gushing out in a torrent. But, once more, she can feel my urges and  she yanks on my hair, her voice against my ear leaving no space for  disobedience.

"Don't …  you …  fucking …  dare!" She whispers, her hips now setting the  rhythm-a more gentle tempo, enough for me to catch my breath and pull  myself together. "You want to cum real bad, don't you?"

You bet I do, I thought to myself, unable to pronounce the words as I struggle against the urge to shoot my load inside of her.