Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(62)

My urges whipping at my brain, I go up to my feet, never letting go of  his cock. I press my back against the wall, ready to let him take me  again right there, but he just grabs my hand and steps back.

"Let's go somewhere more comfortable. I want to try your mattress," he  says with a devious grin, pulling me down the hallway and into the  living room. There he heads down the corridor to the left, instinctively  going toward the only room with the door open. I step inside after him,  my hand hitting the wall as I look for the light switch; I hit it, a  cozy orange light filling my bedroom as he places both his hands on my  waist and, with an almost too violent movement, throws me on top of the  bed. My body bounces on the mattress and, before I can do anything, he  climbs on top of me, his hands on my knees as he parts my legs. I lay  back, panting as he grabs my thong and slides it down my legs, throwing  it off somewhere.

Placing his open hand over my pussy, he slides one finger in, hooking it  upward until he's touching my G-spot. He starts rubbing it, pressing  there until my back is arched and I'm sighing heavily.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Just wait until it's not my finger inside of  you, but something else … " He promises me, sliding one more finger inside  of me. As he starts to move his two fingers in and out of my pussy, he  presses his thumb over my clit, rubbing it with wide circles until my  eyes are shut and I'm bunching up the sheets. With one masterful stroke  he presses hard on my G-spot as he applies the same kind of pressure on  my clit. I come in a heartbeat, my hands moving erratically over the  sheets as a convulsion of pleasure takes over both my mind and body. I'm  shaking and trembling, all of me descending into a feverish state as he  takes his fingers out of my pussy.

I'm still coming when he presses his glans against my labia, feeding one  inch of his cock into my pussy. Reacting unconsciously, I lace my legs  behind his back and reel him in, forcing him inside at once. His cock  sheathed in me to the hilt, I start thrusting erratically, lifting my  ass up from the mattress as I force his cock in and out of my pussy.

It doesn't take more than a few seconds for him to take the lead; my  hips are no longer moving and I'm just laying back as he starts to  thrust, his hips moving so fast that my brain starts to overheat. I claw  at his back, scratching and clawing as I urge him to go even faster,  even if that means leaving me in a catatonic state once we're done. I  don't even care if I'm hurting him - all that I care about right now is  that he fucks me as hard as humanly possible, using that gigantic cock  of his to stretch my pussy wide and ruin me completely.

"Oh, God … " I moan, the blood in my veins starting to boil.

"God isn't here right now, Ash," he whispers into my ear, his pace never  dropping. "But I am," he concludes, burying his cock so deep into me  that he just rips a scream out of my throat.

He pulls back out slowly, just to thrust with all his strength again. He  does that over and over again-sliding out of me as slowly as possible,  making me hold my breath, and then going back in harshly. It doesn't  take long for my eyes to be rolling in their orbits, my muscles tensing  up as electricity pools in them. I'm like a bomb about to go off, and  there's no disarming me. With each thrust of his I can feel the clock  ticking down - until it finally reaches zero.         

     



 

A numbness blankets my mind as I come, but this time I don't moan or  scream. I try to, but the only sound that my throat produces is a weak  groan. My muscles twitch as if I'm being electrocuted, adrenaline  coursing through me as it mixes with a batch of endorphins-a pure  cocktail of sinful decadence.

I collapse on top of the mattress, mentally and physically exhausted.  Arsen gives me a break, pulling his cock out of me …  But, of course, what  he has in mind isn't really a break: he starts kissing my neck, his  lips tracing a downward line toward my breasts. He kisses the curve of  my tits, lingering for a few seconds on each of my nipples, and then  continues its descent toward the valley between my thighs. His kisses  make my skin buzz and, the closer he gets to my pussy, the more my body  starts to awaken from its stupor. When he finally reaches his target he  starts by gently kissing my groins, taking his time as I recover from  that mind numbing orgasm.

His lips go over every single inch of my inner thighs, carefully  caressing my skin before he finally dives in: parting his lips, he fits  them around my clit and sucks it in, circling it with his tongue at the  same time. Feeling as if pleasure itself was stabbing me in the spine, I  thrust, pressing my pussy against his mouth; he responds by opening it  wide, placing it over my labia and sucking on my folds.

Feeling my lungs and heart about to explode, I try to calm myself and  breathe deeply, but that's an almost impossible task. The more I try to  do it, the more furiously he starts to lick me, his mouth completely  ravaging me. As he starts to slide his tongue past my labia and into my  pussy, he presses his forearm across my waist and his thumb over my  clit, massaging it. Even though even my soul is burning, I can't fight  the urges that beg my mind for more: I sway my hips back and forth and  from side to side, rubbing my mouth against his face as I start to  succumb again.

For the millionth time today, I come. I bury my fingers in his hair and  keep him in place as I thrust as hard as I can, my pussy pressed tight  against his mouth. I let the waves of pleasure crash against my soul,  rapture enveloping me. Right now I'm on cloud nine, just on the corner  of the seventh heaven: if ecstasy has an address, this has to be it.

As he slowly pulls back, I know that I won't be able to keep this going  for much longer. For the first time since we started fucking, I  literally feel on the verge of truly collapsing. Like with most drugs, I  guess I can also OD on Arsen's cock-which, to be honest, doesn't really  sound like a bad thing.

Even so, I don't want to give up. My body might be shutting down, but my  mind will push through. So I do what I have to. I roll on the bed,  going on all fours as I feel his eyes going straight to my ass. Getting  up in a hurry, he gets out of the bed and grabs me by the waist, pulling  me back so that my knees are on the edge of the mattress; standing up,  he positions himself behind me, running two fingers over the length of  my pussy before pressing his body against mine. I feel the outline of  his abs with my ass, but I don't have the time to focus on them; in just  another second he has his cock between my thighs, my labia parting as  he pushes it in. I arch my back as he slowly eases himself in, that  sweet thickness of his straining against my insides.

"Fuck me, Arsen … " I beg. "As hard as you can." I can't even believe I'm  saying this. I can barely hold the position I'm in, let alone survive  the fucking I begged for. But, oh well …  If I can't survive it, at least  that'll be a nice way to go. Oh, okay, I know, I know …  Sometimes I get  too dramatic. But what do you want? I just can't help but act over the  top whenever Arsen is concerned. I mean, who would have thought that I'd  do all the crazy things I've done with him? Never once in my life did I  believe I'd have a sex life like this. For God's sake, with him to come  three times is just a standard affair! This is what fantasies are made  of. And if you're jealous of me, well, that's something that I can  understand. But Arsen Hawke is mine, and I'm not really inclined to  share. Sorry.

And yes, I said it: Arsen Hawke is mine. And I love him. I admit it, and  I accept it. Still, it's not easy …  Even though I know how I feel toward  him, there's still one problem, and that problem is King Henry. My  mystery king. As much as I try to do it, I simply can't push him out of  my mind. The man has sunk his hooks into me, and I have no idea how to  take them off.

All thoughts of Henry vanish as the sound of Arsen's thighs slapping my  ass cheeks start to fill the room. My head's down, my hair hanging over  my face, but I still smile; I've come to relish that sinful sound,  something wicked and pleasurable to it. Perhaps I like it so much  because it translates as me being fucked hard by a perfect man.

He has one hand on my ass, his other one holding my left breast as he  pinches my nipple. I moan subdued, my throat too spent to do anything  that demands more of an effort. Even so, all my muscles cramping, I  start to rock my body against his, impaling myself on his cock. As I  start to do it he slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand, this time  just once, but hard enough that I know there's going to be a mark there  for the next few hours. And that's just fine; I love indecent mementos  like these.

My arms feeling weak, I go down, supporting myself only with my  forearms. Feeling me go limp, he laces my waist, one arm of his holding  my ass up as he keeps on ravaging me. God, I don't think I've ever felt  this tired in my entire life …  This tired and content, I mean.