Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(47)

"I want to slap that ass," Max says again. He's breathing erratically. I can tell he's stroking himself. "Hard."

"Ohhh, baby," I moan. He's starting to have an effect on me. I bring my  free hand down and begin to gently rub my clit over my panties.

"I want to lower my face and use my tongue to lick around your folds," Max says.

Arsen's face as he licked my pussy goes through my head. As he scooped out cum with his tongue before he fed it to me.

"Ohhhh," I groan as arcs of pleasure start to permeate through my body.  Max continues, obviously excited by the fact that his words seem to be  having a real and noticeable affect on me.

"I want to pull out my cock and … " Max continues but somehow I stop paying attention to what he says.

All I can see, and trust me, it seems so real, is Arsen stroking his  thick, 12-inch cock in front of me. I'm on my knees. Then all of a  sudden I'm grinding my ass against that hard cock of his. Like yesterday  morning. Feeling it pulse. Thick and hard.

I can feel Arsen's hands on my body as I begin to stimulate my clit. I  can feel his thick and powerful tongue flick my clit. I can feel him use  his tongue to press against my clit, playing with it. Teasing it.  Massaging it. Biting it. Licking it. Sucking it.

Oh my God. What am I doing? Is Max still on the line?

I don't care. But I don't dare talk. All I do is moan. All I do is breathe and mewl.

In my head, Arsen is my Angel of Sin. I run my tongue between the creases of his abs. He runs his tongue over my asshole.

Shudders of pleasure go through me. My body seizes up. I let loose a  growl. And then a lewd moan escapes my lips as I forget all about what's  polite. A seizure of ecstasy travels through my body and I'm left  shaking for a moment.

I'm light-headed when I open my eyes. I'm panting. Sweating. Hot.

"That was so fucking hot!" Max says into the phone.

I want to reply, but I can't. I just lay there, my panties damp and my body satisfied.

"I'm calling you back every day!" Max says. He says something more but I  honestly am having trouble paying attention. It's the most I can do to  tell him I'll be waiting and then he hangs up.

I look at the computer. He was on the line for 15 minutes. That's at  least $54. With $26 going to me. Not a bad gig for 15 minutes of work.

I could get used to this.

And then an email pops up on my phone.

"Congratulations on a solid 5-star rating from all clients over the last  24 hours!" the email reads. It goes on to congratulate me on my repeat  clients and my rating.

I read it and realized that I just made Arsen half the money that I'm  getting. Maybe it goes to other people, but it's based on a company he  started and still owns.

The thought chills me. With so much sex at this man's disposal, why is  he interested in me? And how long will it even last? With those looks  and body of his, I'm surprised if he ever speaks to me again. It's  already been over 24 hours and I haven't heard from him at all.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not prude or anything. I've had a pretty dirty past and I'm very, very sexual as you can tell.

But Arsen is a line that's in a completely different league. And right  now, this job and the money it affords me needs to take priority. The  only way I can do that is by keeping Arsen Hawke at arm's length.

I hope to myself that his gorgeous body will start to fade from memory over time.

But the part of my brain that uses logic tells me that I'm already in too deep. There's nothing I can do now, it tells me.

Great. Thanks for nothing, brain!





42





Arsen





"You've made a smart choice," Luca Giannoni says, clapping his meaty  hand on my shoulder. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to take  my calls." His hand could belong to a Sasquatch. I swear it's hairy  enough, and there's no doubt that this guy is an animal. I feel the  weight of his hand on my body and wonder why he thinks he needs to be so  passive aggressive.

"It's been a busy few weeks," I say, and shrug off the comment. But  honestly, all I can think about is how I haven't had sex with Ashley in  over a week.

"Sure it has, but listen, don't ever mistake my kindness for weakness. Mr. Morozov doesn't take well to being ignored."

I sense the thinly veiled threat in his voice and I hand him the signed  document, slamming the pen down on the desk. I need to get out of this  office before he really pisses me off and I do something I shouldn't.  "Well, none of that matters anymore. Here's the paperwork. The ownership  transfer of these clubs is now in the hands of Mr. Morozov."

With one hand rolled into a tight fist in the pocket of my suit, I turn  around and give him a wave with my other free hand. There's a fake smile  plastered across my face, and I leave the room before Luca can respond.  I walk outside, and hail a cab. The sun is so bright that I take a  moment to stop and find my sunglasses. The cab pulls up and as I open  the car door and slide into the back seat, I think about the transaction  that just transpired.

Here I am, a fucking Harvard MBA graduate, and I'm making deals with the  Russian mob. What the hell am I doing with my life? And as soon as I  ask myself that question, Ashley pops into my mind. Fuck she's  beautiful …  maybe even perfect. I've seen a lot of smoking hot women in  my lifetime, but she tops them all. Fucking her was unbelievable …  it's  been painful that it's been over a week. I pull out my phone and decide  to send her a text. I hesitate for a moment, staring at the chat screen,  and thinking about what exactly to say. Fuck it; I'm definitely  overthinking this. Why am I acting like such an idiot? I text, "Let's  meet up."

Before I can even slip the phone back into my pocket, she responds, "I don't think that's a good idea."

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I text back, "Why not?"

I wait for a few minutes, but she doesn't respond. I give it another  couple of minutes, and still nothing. This is driving me crazy. If she  doesn't want to reply to my texts, I'll reach her another way-through  her direct phone sex line. I'm not one to give up-I always get what I  want.

I dial her line and wait. The phone rings, and then I hear her. She picks up.

"Hi, this is Misty. Who am I speaking with?"

The first thing I notice is that her voice sounds different-smooth and  sultry, and I swear my cock is already twitching. She's a good actress,  that's for sure. But she can't find out it's me on the other end of the  line, so I lower my voice and muffle it with the fabric of my suit.

"King Henry."

"Oh, I've never spoken to a king before," she purrs.

"Good, because I'm the only king that matters. You belong to me, don't you?"

"Mm hmm," she whispers.

"Tell me that you belong to me, Kitten," I demand.

"I do. You're my king and I belong to you," she coos, maintaining a smooth, even voice.

"Good, Kitten. Now I want you to tell me what you'd do to my cock if I was with you right now."

"I'd do so many thing. First, I'd-"

I cut her off. "You mean, King Henry. Say my name when you talk to me."

She pauses for a moment, and I hear her breathing deepen. "Yes, King  Henry. I'd worship your cock. I'd slowly unbutton your pants and drop  them to your feet. I'd wrap my arms around your big, strong body and  pull you tight against my own-my breasts and my hard nipples would be  pressed under the weight of your manhood. My nipples are hard just  thinking about you. My lips would then touch yours, and I would nibble  on you with a hunger you've never felt before."

"And what kind of a hunger is that, Kitten?" I ask.

"I'd-"

"Stop, and address me as your king before you continue. If you mess that up again, you'll have to spank yourself."

"Yes, King Henry. I'd bite you in a trail of hunger, starting on your  lips, and then moving down until I reach the ridges of your stomach. I'd  slide my hands over your thighs and between your legs …  moving slowly  until I've reached your large, hard cock. Oh, I'm so wet right now just  thinking about you."

"Stop touching your pussy. I can see you doing that because I can hear  it in your voice. You can't touch your pussy until I command you to. Do  you understand that?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what, Kitten?"

"Yes, King Henry."

"That's better. Now spank yourself for not addressing me properly."

"Yes, King Henry," she says, and then I hear a loud slap. I can tell  she's naked. It's the sound of skin on skin. She's slapped herself so  hard that her ass is definitely red.

"Now show me how you'd worship my cock."

"Yes, King Henry. I'd get down on my knees and wrap my hand around your  cock and glide it into my mouth and deep into my throat. I'd take your  entire shaft down my throat, until I couldn't anymore."

Now she's got me hooked, and I make sure the driver isn't watching as I  slip my hands down my pants, stroking my cock, and I continue. "I want  you down on all fours," I command her.