Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(59)

While one hand of his remains on my waist, the other one rests over my  right breast, the tip of his fingers brushing against my nipple as our  bodies sway. I close my eyes, surrendering to the moment and wishing for  it to never end-right now, there's no outside world, nothing I need to  worry about. And, just for a small window in time, even King Henry is  forgotten …

Damn, why did I have to think of him? Just thinking of his name makes me  breath hard and, these wicked instincts of mine taking over, I start to  move my hips back even harder, urging Arsen to drop all tenderness. I  don't even need to do it more than once, as if he could read my mind,  his fingers turn into hooks and he buries them in my waist, the rhythm  of his thrusts growing with an unstoppable fury. Christ, I'm moaning  again, harder than before.

"Are you ready, Ash?" Arsen asks, the hand he had on my breast going up my neck as his fingers bury themselves in my hair.

"For …  what?" I manage to ask between moans as I lift one leg up in the  air, angling myself so that his cock goes deeper inside of me.

"You're going to come hard, Ash …  And you're going to do it only when I  say so," he tells me, his lips brushing against my ear. I can feel his  grin on my skin, my pussy already tightening as his words reach me.

"I …  I don't know if I can do that now," I tell him. I'm too far gone to  be able to control myself, and he must see that. I can't hold off on an  orgasm!

"You will do it. You will do what I say," he yanks harder on my hair, thrusting violently as I scream.

"Yes …  Yes, I will," I submit, disregarding everything that my own body  is telling me. How could I do otherwise when Arsen tells me to do it  like that? I couldn't!

"Oh, yes, you will …  Because you're mine, Ashley, and you want to obey me  as much as you want me to fuck you," he whispers into my ear, his words  like spears through my heart. I start bucking my hips at him, my ass  cheeks pressing against his rock hard abs as his cock comes and goes at  an unrelenting pace. I'm gritting my teeth and pursing my lips, trying  to focus hard so that I don't succumb to a sudden orgasm. It's almost  impossible, especially now that I'm consciously trying to control it.  Even so, I'm managing to do it so far. But it's getting harder …  Oh, it's  getting way harder. I can feel my pussy already clenching around his  shaft, and my hands have balled into fists, my fingernails buried in the  palm of my hands.         

     



 

"Wait," he whispers, slowing down his rhythm. I breathe out deeply, my  body on the verge of exploding. "I … " he says, the sound of it caressing  my eardrums as he suddenly thrusts as hard as he can, his cock flying  all the way in and hitting my G-spot. I let out one loud scream, but  magically I don't come. "Want you … " One more hard thrust, and one more  scream. "To … " Oh my God, it's going to happen, it's really going to  happen! "Come."

I lose it. I really do; my body starts to convulse, my mind dissolving  as I become one with the universe. I'm sorry if I'm being a bit too  mystical right now, but that's exactly what happens. I come so hard that  it goes beyond the physical realm. It's transcendent, an almost  religious experience. I think of nothing: my mind is a white canvas, the  brushes of pleasure writing all over it lines of pure unadulterated  ecstasy.

"Oh …  my …  God … " I hear myself saying, the words sounding foreign to my own ears. That was …  That was more than perfect.

My body limp, I feel my mind trying to reboot. As I rise from the deep  waters of my unconscious, I bring one memory back with me to the  surface. My words to King Henry: "I want to make you cum, and I want you  to do it all over me, sir. I want you to cover me with it while I'm on  my knees, my mouth open wide as you fill me up." As I open my eyes,  there's one certainty in my mind-what I told Henry, I'm going to do with  Arsen. The thought somehow wakes my muscles up, and I roll down to the  floor, going down to my knees at once.

My eyes lock on Arsen's and he grins at me, sitting up on the couch as  he runs one hand through his disheveled hair. Wordlessly, he goes up to  his feet, my arm raising as I reach for his cock. My fingers curl around  his shaft and I start to stroke him, my heart beating fast as, once  again, fantasy blends with reality. This might be insane, not to mention  flat out wrong, but it almost feels as if I'm with King Henry and Arsen  at the same time.

"Come for me … " I whisper, looking up at him as my hand goes back and  forth over his cock. "Come for me, Arsen … " His cock starts spasming  against my fingers, thick white ropes of semen gushing out. Just like I  pictured when talking with Henry, I open my mouth and stick my tongue  out, strands of semen immediately covering it as I tilt my head back. I  don't stop stroking; I keep jerking him as he comes, his cock still  spasming each time it shoots at me.

He has his eyes closed, his hands on top of my head as he opens his  mouth to exhale sharply. Seeing his pleasure, I start stroking him even  harder than before, wanting to empty him completely. As if he has a  never-ending supply of cum inside of him, he keeps shooting; my mouth is  brimming with cum, his warm juices already covering my face. He only  stops cumming when I'm drowning in it, the skin on my chest glistening  from the warm gooey layer that covers it.

Slowly, I peel my fingers off his cock as he finishes, his fast  breathing finally slowing down. A grin on my lips, I go up to my feet  and press my body against his, my cum-covered breasts rubbing against  his hard pectorals. I lean in to kiss him, opening my mouth wide and  allowing all of the cum I hold inside to drip down to his lips. We kiss  as if we were possessed, swapping cum and rubbing it all over our naked  bodies. Time becomes meaningless as we surrender to wickedness, his  salty flavor blanketing both our minds.

By the time we're done, we collapse onto the couch, sitting side by  side. We look at each other, grinning as we realize the state we're in.  There's cum coating his lips, and it's already dripping down his chin  and onto his neck; the skin on his torso is also glistening, strands of  the cum that covers me imprinted there. I'm not in a better state, in  fact, I'm even dirtier that he is, thick drops of cum still dripping  down my face and chest.

I throw my head back against the headrest and stare at the ceiling in  silence, my chest slowly rising and falling. My hand reaches for Arsen's  and I grab it, squeezing it gently under my fingers.

I can't even begin to describe what just happened …  In my mind, it's as  if King Henry and Arsen fused into one person and gave me one of the  most mind-blowing orgasms I've ever had.

God, I must be going crazy.





48





Arsen





The lawyer leans in close. The smell of his cologne is an assault on my  senses. I watch as he dips his sashimi in a puddle of soy sauce and  wasabi, casually stirring the dark mixture with the tips of his  chopsticks. "I need you to understand something about Mr. Morozov," he  says. "Simulated Pleasures LLC is the only profitable phone sex  operation in the entire tri-state area and he insists that he wants to  buy it. He's not a patient man."

"I've told you before. I'm not interested in selling," I reply, refusing  to entertain the thought. In fact, I almost can't believe we're still  talking about this.

"I'm afraid he won't take no for an answer."

I wait for a moment before responding. My impulse is to tell this guy to  go fuck himself, but I'm trying to stay calm and rational. I'll admit  that my patience is wearing thin, and what I'd really like to do is put  my fist through his teeth. As I'm thinking about the best way to  respond, a waitress approaches us, bringing a sake sampler and breaking  the silence. Nobu 57 has always been known for their world-renowned sake  collection. I grab one of the small cups and gulp it down. It's smooth,  and the sweet rice flavor lingers long past the drink itself.

"I don't envy your position. I understand that you're here representing  your client and his best interests, but like I said, I'm adamant on  retaining full ownership of this company."

"Tell me," he asks, "Why does a man like you-a man with a Harvard MBA  and a polished business acumen under his belt, want to own a phone sex  company?"

"You said so yourself, it's profitable."

"Spare me the bullshit. You could invest in Silicon Valley. You could  have your hand in a number of more profitable niches. So why this?"

His question catches me off guard-and mostly because he's right. I could  invest in tech, or even real estate, and easily triple my earnings. I  know that phone sex is being replaced with live web cams and porn  streamed for free on cell phones. Why am I insisting that I keep this  part of the business? And then it hits me. I know it makes sense to  sell, but if I'm honest with myself, there's an obvious and  irreplaceable piece to this whole operation-Ashley. Who the fuck am I  kidding? My mind is blown every time I'm with her. Damn it, I can't let  her go; I love her, and I'm finally ready to admit that.