Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(49)

     



 

He slides his tongue over the whole length of my pussy, electricity  pooling in my muscles as he goes. Moving back and forth in a rhythmic  motion, he suddenly keeps going, his tongue sliding from my drenched  lips to between my ass cheeks. I tremble as I feel him go, and I clench  my ass as an instinctive reaction. He doesn't care for my embarrassment;  he simply grabs my ass harder, forcing me to spread my cheeks as he  moves his tongue up my crack. There's not much that I can do but yield. I  relax my body, my chin quivering in delight as his tongue goes over my  anus. He presses it there, and then starts circling that sensitive spot  with entrancing movements.

As he licks my ass he moves one hand to between my thighs, placing two  fingers over my clitoris. He starts to rub me there at once, all the  electricity in my body turning into a raging storm. With his fingers on  my clit and his tongue on my ass, I come undone; I grit my teeth and  shout through them, thrusting back against his face as my whole body  starts to tremble. I'm grabbing the edge of the couch so fiercely my  knuckles have turned white.

Slowly, he pulls back from me. I don't even move; I just remain bent  over the couch, hanging limply by the waist. I'm breathing hard, my eyes  still closed as I try to reel from all the ecstasy still burning in my  body.

Arsen goes up to his feet and, leaning into me, whispers against my ear.  "That was just a taste of what's to come," he tells me, his hands still  resting on my buttocks. He moves them to the side and hooks his fingers  on my hips, making me jut my ass back at him. I press my cheeks against  his crotch, feeling his bulging shape between my cheeks. Swaying my  body from side to side, I start grinding against him, the urge to feel  him inside of me growing and growing. God, I want him so damn much!

Suddenly, I stand up straight and turn on my heels, facing him with a  grin on my lips. Before he even has the time to stop me, I reach for his  crotch and grab his thick cock. Right now, it's my turn to take the  lead.

One hand wrapped tight around his cock, I place the other one against  his chest and push him back, my eyes never leaving his. He's grinning  now, allowing me to lead him and anxious to see what's on my mind.

The moment his back hits the wall I let go of his cock and place both my  hands on his shirt. With a savage grin, I pull on it as harshly as I  can, ripping the fabric and making all the buttons pop out and scatter  around the floor. Flattening my hands against his chest, I close my eyes  and run my fingers over his hard muscles, feeling every turn and curve  of his pectorals and abdominals. It doesn't matter how many times I  touch and see them, they always have the same affect on me. And his  tattoos …  They add that edge of unruliness that I just can't help but  love.

I let my hands go further down and then, when I meet the contour of his  pants, I unbuckle his belt and pull it out of its loops. My fingers  trembling with the anxiety of anticipation, I unbutton his pants, a  shiver going through me as his cock tents his boxer briefs and presses  hard against my knuckles.

All strength leaves my body and I go down on my knees. As I go, I hook  my fingers on his underwear and pull them down, his cock springing free  right in front of my face. More than anything, I want to grab it, to  open my mouth wide and let him slide it in all the way …  But first I want  to take a good look at his naked body: I tug on his pants and underwear  as he kicks off his shoes, and then I pull them out as he lifts his  feet. I look up, my heart beating wildly as I take a mental picture of  the naked man in front of me.

His body screams sex, all of it. He's muscled, but not in a fit or  trendy way-more than a cover model, he looks like a warrior, ready to  rip apart anyone that dares stand in his way. And, of course, when he  puts all these muscles to work …  My pussy clenches just at the thought.  Really, have I ever been this wet?

My eyes wander over every inch of him, but they inevitably stop on his  cock. Long, thick and pulsing with desire. I don't even think about it, I  just lean forward and open my mouth, rolling my lips down his shaft and  taking him all in.

My eyelids droop as I feel his cock going over my tongue, his glans  pressed against the back of my throat. I hold there for a long second  and then I go back, sucking hard on his tip as I allow his cock out of  my mouth. Running my tongue in slow soft circles around his glans, I  start to caress his balls, moving them gently over my fingers.

Arsen lays both of his hands on my head, and hooking his fingers on my  hair, he pulls me into him. I open my mouth as wide as I can  immediately, letting him guide me toward his cock; the moment my lips  are on him again, I start to bob my head back and forth, sucking on him  as hard as I can. I wrap my fingers around the root of his member and I  start moving my hand at the same time as my head, stroking and sucking  in a coming and going motion. I start slow, but it doesn't take long for  him to urge me to go faster, the slight pressure of his fingers on my  head the only directions I need.

Moving as fast as I can, I have to stop for a few seconds, just enough  to catch my breath. I look up at him, my heart fluttering inside of my  chest as I see him with his eyes closed, enjoying my mouth on him.  Stroking him fast, I tilt my head sideways and lick the whole length of  his shaft, going down toward his balls; there, I open my mouth wide and  suck one ball in, rolling it over my tongue, and then I do the same with  the other one. They're heavy and warm, filled with a seed that I can't  wait to feel all over my body.

I've never been one to go full-blown kinky, but with Arsen somehow that  seems to be the standard. And I just love it-the dirtier and naughtier,  the better. He just makes me feel unlike anything I have ever  experienced …  I never even knew sex could be this good. And let me tell  you, I've always garnered the attention of experienced, hot men. Sure,  my asshole ex wasn't anything to write home about, but I never really  had a reason to complain until I met Arsen. In a sense, he ruined me for  other men. And that's just lovely.

Placing my lips on his shaft, I run them back up to his tip, and then I  take his cock inside of me once again. Bobbing my head as fast as I can,  I don't stop until I hear his hard breathing, his fingers like claws in  my hair. I would have gone all the way and let him fill my mouth with  his cum, but he has other plans. He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and  with that devious grin on his lips, goes down to his knees right in  front of me.

He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down to the floor,  climbing on top of me. I open my legs by instinct and grabbing his cock,  he starts to rub its tip against my labia. I thrust at him, eager to  have him inside of me, but he takes his time. He just keeps rubbing his  glans back and forth over my labia, each time he does it pressing  forward just an inch.

"Please, Arsen … " I found myself saying, my hands going to his shoulders  and trying to pull him in. This time, he doesn't fight back against my  pleas. He responds by thrusting, his cock piercing me in a heartbeat and  drawing a loud scream out of my lips. Before I can even process what's  happening, he starts to thrust viciously, his cock coming and going out  of me like a piston.

I cross my legs behind his back, locking him in place as he thrusts. My  hands are now on his chest, my fingernails digging in his pectorals as  his body sways.

"Harder," I tell him, not even sure if I can take it. But harder he  goes, his hips moving so fast that a wild numbness spreads from my pussy  toward all of my limbs. I lay back as he fucks me, my pussy tightening  around his cock like a vice. Breathing hard as if I'm about to  suffocate, I arch my back as my body tenses up. "Don't …  stop!" I shout,  fireworks exploding inside my head as I come. He keeps thrusting through  my orgasm, my fingers clawing at his chest as sweet release takes  control of me.

I'm screaming like a madwoman, my limbs flailing as if I were having a  seizure. Even so, he doesn't ease up; somehow, he starts going even  faster, not allowing my orgasm to crawl back to wherever it came from.  Instead, he keeps it alive inside my muscles, fucking me until I have to  scream again, another explosion taking place inside of my head. I come  for the second time in a row, the first time that has ever happened in  my life. Two orgasms in the space of a few heartbeats? I thought that  was something that only happened in books!

"Oh God," I mutter as Arsen slows down, gently pulling his cock out of  me. I'm almost reluctant to let it go, but I know there's still more to  come. Way more.

I don't even know where I find the strength to do it, but supporting  myself on my elbows, I sit up. Moving with cat-like movements, I push  Arsen down on the floor and climb on top of him, straddling him. I grab  his cock, pointing it at my pussy as my eyes lock into his-there's  hunger there, one that I just know will consume me. And that's exactly  what I want to happen. To be consumed by Arsen Hawke.