Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(58)

"I can't wait to bend you over and feel my cock deep inside of you...  But first," he leans toward me, his lips against my ear as he speaks,  "you'll have to come." As the words roll out over his lips, he slides  his finger all the way down to my thong, pressing one fingertip over my  clitoris in such a way that I simply see red. My muscles spasm and jerk,  and I feel my knees buckling under my weight. Holy hell, is this really  happening? One touch of his on my clitoris and I'm already coming,  waves of pleasure crashing against me in a devastating way. How is this  even possible?

"Good girl," he whispers. "But it's not enough. I need more." With that,  he grabs my thong and pushes it against the side of my outer thigh,  ripping it off of me in one sudden and violent movement. I let out one  loud moan as I feel the fabric tearing and then sliding over my skin,  the cool air caressing my drenched pussy. He throws my thong to the  floor and, pulling me in with one arm around my waist, he presses two  fingers against my clit and starts to rub viciously, my muscles tensing  up and charging with electricity. I almost fall into his embrace, my  knees still week from the orgasm; I'm like a ragdoll, supported only by  his strong arms.

Pressing my head against his chest, I shut my eyes and simply surrender  to the devastation he is unleashing inside of me. I can't see or  hear-the whole world is nothing but a blur to me, the only thing in  existence right now being his fingers on my clitoris. And, sweet Jesus,  does he know how to use them! He rubs them in fast circles, applying  just the exact amount of pressure to make me moan as if I'm losing my  sanity.

"Come," he whispers, and I feel my body starting to convulse. My muscles  spasm and all the electricity they held inside of them rages free  through my body, taking over every single one of my nerve endings and  flooding my brain with an ocean of pleasure. "More," Arsen whispers  again, turning his wrist and letting his fingers slide down from my clit  to my labia. Without even letting my orgasm subside, he slides his two  fingers inside my pussy, moving them in a hook motion and guiding them  all the way toward that sweet maddening spot inside of me. His  fingertips pressed tight against my G-spot, he starts rubbing me there,  pressing on my clit with his thumb. "I love the way you moan when you're  coming, Ashley," he says, moving his fingers in and out of me at break  neck speed.         

     



 

I don't know how I'm surviving this. I truly don't. A few flicks of his  wrist and I explode again, my mind a nuclear wasteland. I don't even  moan this time. I simply let my body be taken over by a seizure of  ecstasy and throw my arms over his shoulders, supporting myself as my  knees grow weaker.

Slowly, he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to my lips. I'm  breathing hard, my muscles still twitching as he brushes his wet fingers  over my lips; my own scent inundates me, and I almost lose  consciousness-seriously, my brain can't even process how much I want  Arsen to fuck me right now. To feel this much desire should be illegal.

"Please … " I mutter, my voice sounding as if I'm so weak I shouldn't even be speaking. "Please, Arsen."

"I love how you beg," he says, his hands running through my hair. "But what are you begging for? Tell me."

"I want …  I want you to fuck me, Arsen. Please, fuck me," I beg again, my  trembling fingers starting to unbuckle his belt. Somehow, I manage to  do it, and then I automatically unzip his pants. His massive cock  strains against his underwear, pushing at my fingers, and I turn my  wrist around so that I can grab it. I'm so high in ecstasy right now  that his cock seems even bigger, almost as if I can't even grab it with  just one hand; I tug his boxer briefs down and, taking my other hand to  his shaft, grab it as harshly as I can. "Please" I repeat, stroking him  with both hands as I breath hard against his chest. My body feels so  weak I can barely lift my head.

"Since you're asking so nicely," he says, picking me up from the floor  with a sudden movement. I place my arms around his neck as he walks  across the living room; he puts me down in the couch, and I summon  whatever strength I still have inside of me and go on all fours, jutting  my ass back at him as I sway it from side to side.

I let out a loud moan as he smacks my buttocks with the back of his  hand, the pain travelling upward to my brain and turning into pleasure  somewhere along the way. He does it again and again, the sound of his  hand against my flesh a maddening sensual song.

When he stops, my back is arched and I'm thrusting my hips back at him.  He brushes two fingers over my labia and then, pressing his glans  against my inner lips, he thrusts with one quick and masterful movement.  With one arm around my waist he places his two fingers over my clit as  he starts to thrust, his cock pounding into me in the most sweet and  savage way. Somehow, these two things aren't contradictory; Arsen knows  how to fuck and make love at the same time. The best of both worlds. It  really makes me wonder …  Why did I waste so much time with losers like  Peter? A 5-inch cock? Please! And, besides, Arsen is much more of a man  than my loser ex will be ever be …  And, unlike how it was with Peter, I  really love Arsen.

Wait-what did I just say? I love Arsen? I could lie and tell you that I  just thought this because my brain is all scrambled from the way he's  fucking me …  But I won't do that. It's time to admit it: I'm falling in  love with Arsen Hawke. The problem is that as I finally realize this, I  realize something else as well-King Henry is as much in my mind as Arsen  is. In a way, I'm falling for him too. Now you truly must think I've  lost my mind, I know.

There's no time to think this through, though-his arm around my waist,  Arsen pulls me into him as he rolls to the side, my body following his  as he lies back on the couch. I'm sitting on top of his cock, my back  turned to him, so I do the only thing I can: I start to rock my body  back and forth, my body still burning with pleasure.

His hands are on my ass as I sway my hips, and I close my eyes and bite  down on my lip, imagining the way he must be looking at my ass cheeks  bouncing. I throw my head back, my hair falling down my shoulders, and I  cup my own breasts, squeezing them eagerly as I moan. I ride him as  hard as I can, my muscles aching from the effort; I can already feel  beads of sweat forming on my forehead, so I take that as a sign that I'm  on the right path.

"You look lovely from here," he says, and I can't help but smile. I was  right; he was really staring at my ass as we fuck. I never actually  cared if the men I've been with looked at me while we fucked, but with  Arsen I relish that. What could be better than having the man of your  dreams looking lustfully at your body while his cock is buried deep  inside of you?

My skin boiling, I feel sweat on every single pore, beads sliding down  my spine as I jump up and down on his cock. I ride myself into oblivion,  and I only stop when I feel my pussy tightening around his cock; my  whole body tenses up and, gritting my teeth, I scream as loud as I can,  my voice bouncing off the walls with enough strength to shatter glass.

Then, not wanting to waste a single second, I turn around, his cock  still inside of me. I'm facing him now, so I lean forward and press my  mouth against his as I start to rock my body again. He starts to thrust  as well, and it doesn't take long for his movements to make the sway of  my body almost meaningless. I stop then, sitting on top of him as he  bucks his hips at me; he can't stop ravaging me even when I'm on top.  That's obvious, of course …  Arsen is not the type of man who just lays  back and lets his woman do the job. Oh, no, he relishes every  opportunity to show me who's truly in charge.

"Oh, God," I sigh, my tits bouncing up and down as he rams his cock into  me. His thighs are slapping my ass once more, his member working  furiously as the first thunder of ecstasy roars inside my mind. A few  heartbeats and thunder turns into a raging storm, every fiber in my body  tensing up before I finally blow up, my lips flailing as I come. I  breathe hard through my gritted teeth, my head resting against his chest  as I cum my brains out.

I remain like that for what seems like an eternity, my lungs struggling  to get the air I need in. My body wants to quit, but my mind still wants  to go on, and whenever Arsen is concerned, I already know who's going  to be the winner in that struggle. Rolling to the side, I lay on the  couch by his side, thankful that his couch is wide enough for the two of  us. I turn my back to him, his hand resting on my waist, and he takes  the hint fast enough.

He moves to the side, his chest pressed against mine as he angles his  cock with one hand, pushing it between my thighs and lodging his glans  over my pussy. I thrust back gently, his cock slowly sliding inside of  me. I moan gently almost immediately, a shiver going up my spine as his  shaft pushes back against my inner walls; my pussy is as sensitive as it  could be, so every little movement from him sends shards of delight  through my nerve endings. As if he knew that, he starts to rock his body  gently, his motion no longer one of wildness and lustful desire -  there's just tenderness and love. Yes, love... He doesn't even need to  say the words, my heart is already whispering the truth: Arsen Hawke  loves me.