Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(48)

"Yes, King Henry."

"Are you down on all fours right now?" I ask, just to be certain.

"Yes, King Henry. I'm down on all fours," she replies at just above a whisper. I can barely hear her.

"Good job Kitten. Now finger your pussy and make sure you're ready for me."

"Oh, god I'm ready for you King Henry. My pussy is throbbing for you-fuck it's so wet."

"Do you have any toys you use to play with yourself?" I ask.

There's a pause. "Yes, King Henry," she replies.

"Good," I say. "Go get it."

There's a rustling and I can hear the phone being put down. She's obedient. That's what being horny does to her.

A minute later, she's back.

"I have it, King Henry," she says.

"Good, describe it, Kitten," I tell her.

She gasps. "It's a footlong dildo, its black, and it's ribbed, King Henry," she says to me.

"Close your eyes because that's now my cock in your hands, Kitten," I  tell her and I can just see her laying down with the sex toy.

"Yes, King," Ashley says.

"Good, now I want you to glide my cock into you. Grab it like it's the last cock on earth."

"Oh god, you're cock is so big King Henry …  I'm-I'm gliding it deep, really deep in-inside of me, and I can barely-"

But before she can finish her sentence, I can hear every muscle in her  body spasm and I know she's coming. I stroke my cock faster and faster,  and then with my eyes clenched shut, ropes of cum erupt from cock. I  don't give a shit about anything around me-the driver, or otherwise, and  I continue to come. When I finally open my eyes, I realize it's all  over my suit pants. I don't wait for Ashley to say another word, and I  hang up our call.

I can hardly believe that just happened. I take off my suit jacket and  hold it in front of me. That's all I need is for the doorman at One57 to  catch a glance at the stain on my pants. He's never say anything, but  still. Just then, the cab pulls up to my apartment. I pay the fare, and  quickly get out of the car, and then I feel it. My phone is vibrating in  my pants pocket with an incoming text message. I quickly take it out  and read it. It's from Ashley, "OK, maybe you're right. Let's meet up  later."

I can't help but smile at the small victory. See, I told you. I don't take no for an answer; I always get what I want.





43





Ashley





I knock on his door, shifting my weight from foot to foot as I wait for a  response. Sure, I could've pressed the electric doorbell, but what the  hell? I've always been a little old fashioned. It doesn't take long: a  few seconds after my first knock I hear footsteps from the other side. I  take a deep breath to calm myself as Arsen opens the door, a wide smile  on his lips.

He looks at me shamelessly, his eyes wandering from my face to my  breasts, and then down to my waist. God, the way he looks at me is so  goddamn intoxicating.

"You look good," he says, stepping to the side and inviting me in. Oh,  of course I look good-tight black dress and the tiniest lace thong I  could find, I came ready for action …  And something in the tone of his  voice unleashes that wild beast I keep hidden inside of me. My mind goes  blank and, next thing I know, I'm walking toward him with a sure step. I  grab him by the collar of his shirt and before he has the time to react  I press my mouth against his. His eyes widen in surprise, but he  regains his composure quickly enough, his hands immediately darting to  my waist. "Someone's pretty eager."

"You can't imagine how eager I am right now," I shoot back, pressing my  hand against his crotch. He's already as hard as rock, so I curl my  fingers around the shape of his cock, grinning wildly at him. To say  that I'm eager is putting it mildly, really, after that phone call with  Client 5, "King Henry," I just can't wait to feel Arsen's cock once  more. In a sense, it's weird. Here I am, jumping into Arsen's arms  because a stranger's voice drove me completely insane with pleasure. A  day in the life of a sex phone operator, uh?

"I like eager. Good," he simply whispers, a flicker of darkness in his  eyes. I've set something in motion that I can't stop-and, hell, it  sounds so damn good.

With his hands on my waist he pushes me back across the hallway and into  the living room. I walk backward awkwardly, only stopping when my ass  meets the edge of his leather couch. On the way there my eyes wander to  the wall where he pinned me …  The one where he fucked me relentlessly,  memories of the most perfect sex I've ever had flooding my mind.

I take my fingers to his collar, ready to start unbuttoning it, but he's  faster than I am. Hooking his fingers on my hip, he makes me turn  around and, with one forearm across my shoulder blades, bends me over  the couch. I bite my lower lip as he grabs my ass harshly, his long  fingers bunching up my dress as he touches me. A gasp leaves my lips as  he slaps my buttocks with the back of his hand, the sound of it almost  too exhilarating.

"Since our last time together," he says, leaning forward and whispering  against my ear, "I couldn't stop thinking about bending you over and  spanking your perfect little ass." He does it again then, smacking my  other buttock even more harshly.

"Have you been thinking of just that?" I ask, looking at him over my  shoulder. His smile turns into a wicked grin immediately, telling me the  answer before he even speaks.

"Oh, no. I've been thinking of a lot more." Still grinning, he runs his  hands up my legs and slides them under my dress, his long warm fingers  going over the curve of my ass cheeks until they meet the fabric of my  thong. He grabs it harshly and I bite down on my lip as I prepare for  him to take it off of me; but, somehow, he changes ideas. His hands go  down and he curls his thumbs around the hemline of my dress, pushing it  up to my waist; then he goes down to his knees and I feel my heart  starting to drum wildly in anticipation. Whatever he has in store for  me, I can barely wait.

I close my eyes as he lunges forward, pressing his mouth against my  pussy and breathing in my scent. His hands are on my buttocks, grabbing  my curves and keeping the dress up in my waist. Sucking my pussy over  the fabric of my thong, his touch makes me close my eyes and moan in  excitement. It might be an obvious thing to say, but there's something  wildly erotic about having a man's mouth between your thighs. Especially  when he enjoys it almost as much as I do.

With a flick of his fingers he pushes my tongue just an inch to the  side, baring my wet folds. Lapping at me with his tongue, he runs it  between my pussy lips-up and down, up and down, the rhythmic motion  pulling me into a trance of delight and ecstasy. I curl my fingers hard  around the edge of the couch, my body tightening as he jabs with his  tongue, slowly sliding it into my pussy.

I gasp as, with a sudden movement, he places his hands on my hips and  tugs on my thong harshly. He pulls his head back, sliding the fabric  down my legs at the same time; before I even have the time to prepare  for it, he's on me again, mouth wide open.

"Oh, God … " I moan, his tongue working me with such perfection I don't  even feel the urge to move. I just want to stand still and bask in  pleasure. He has other plans, though-with his hands on my hips he makes  me sway my body, pushing my pussy against his mouth as I bend even more  over the edge of the couch. His hands then run over to my buttocks and  he grabs me firmly, smacking his hands against my flesh; he massages my  ass for a while and then, no warning whatsoever, slaps me hard across  the cheeks with the back of his hand. I grit my teeth, the pain of it  mixing with the pleasure he's inflicting upon me with his mouth.

I try to open my eyes but I can't even do that; every single fiber in my  body is filled with pleasure, and there's little that my brain can do  right now except try and process all of it. Suddenly, all hell breaks  loose. Still sucking on me, he angles his head slightly so that he can  fit two fingers over my pussy. He slides them in quickly, a loud moan  leaving my lips as I feel his fingertips pressed against my G-spot. I  come immediately, my muscles becoming as rigid as concrete before they  start to shake and tremble, releasing all the tension inside of them.

Supporting myself with my hands on the couch, I motion to turn, but he  grabs me by the hips and keeps me in place. "I'm not done," he simply  says, pulling back from my pussy. The moment the last word leaves his  lips he dives in again, sucking on my labia as he laps at me with his  tongue, an electric storm raging through me. He slides his fingers back  inside of me, but this time he starts flicking his wrist as well.

I'm no longer standing still; I start to thrust back at him, pressing my  pussy against his mouth, my ass cheeks against his face. He licks me  even more furiously, devouring my pussy relentlessly as I fill the whole  apartment with my quivering moans.

A shiver goes up my spine as he places both his hands on my ass,  grabbing my cheeks once again. He moves his fingers further in,  spreading my cheeks apart and sliding his thumb over my ass crack. When  he goes over my anus he stops, applying a gentle pressure there as  fireworks start to go off behind my eyelids. I'm on the verge of coming  again, only a few moments after I've just exploded.