Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(63)

Arsen's thrusts don't take long to do their job-a fire rises inside of  me, driving away all exhaustion, and I start pushing my ass back against  him once more. My whole body tenses up, every fiber in me becoming as  solid as concrete, and I brace for impact. And, this time, it seems that  I won't be the only one burning up: Arsen's cock is already twitching  hard inside of me, kicking against my inner walls as I feel his fingers  digging deep into my flesh.

We don't say a word. We let our bodies do the talking and we just  surrender, the high tide of pleasure sweeping us both. I fight back  against the pain in my throat and give birth to one final scream, the  sound of it so shrill I feel my eardrums recoiling. As my voice quivers,  I feel my insides becoming warmer, his cock shooting a river of cum  inside of me. We remain still and locked in place, our bodies in  communion     as we both climax.

He fills me up to the brim, his cum dripping down my legs and staining  the sheets under me. And still he keeps cumming - Arsen truly is a God  among men. Ripped as a model, hung as God …  It's only fitting that when  he cums he has gallons of it to shoot. Not that I'm complaining, far  from it. In fact, I absolutely love it: to see him cum like that and  knowing that I'm the one responsible for it …  Well, do I need to say  anything else? His pleasure is my pleasure.

I don't move until he's done, his cock finally stopping all movement. By  then the sheets under me are a wet mess, strands of cum going down my  legs and pooling around my knees.

The moment he slides his cock out I simply collapse on top of the  mattress, lying on my stomach. Swear to God, the moment I feel the soft  sheets under my belly, I drift off to sleep almost immediately. My  eyelids droop and it's as if I'm unconscious, even though my body's  still registering everything around me.

I feel Arsen's fingers tracing the outline of my ass, and placing both  his hands between my thighs, he makes me spread my legs. Even though I'm  barely conscious I can't help but sigh heavily as I feel his face  between my thighs, his mouth once again on my labia, licking me dry. His  tongue goes up and down my folds in such a gentle way that the corner  of my lips curl into a tenuous smile, almost as if I were in a dream,  the kind of dream from which you don't want to wake up.

He keeps going until there isn't anything left to lick, going as far as  licking the strands of cum that slid down my legs. Finally done, he  joins me on the bed, lying next to me. I roll to the side, snuggling  against him with one arm across his chest. It's time to stop fighting  the urge to slip into unconsciousness, and that's exactly what I do.  With my eyes closed, I take one deep breath and I'm out.

I dive head first into the void, a dreamless sleep engulfing me. But,  before I drown in it, I still have the time to feel my heart fluttering  inside of my chest, a pleasant warmness crawling toward my mind. God, I  couldn't be happier right now. Whatever happens, nobody will be able to  steal this moment from me: our naked and exhausted bodies pressed  together, both Arsen and I drifting off.

I've never been what you'd call a romantic …  But, wow, this just feels right.





50





Arsen





I look out of my office window and across the impressive city skyline. I  can't sit still any longer and I'm pacing back and forth like a caged  lion, my fists are balled in the pockets of my suit pants. I look back  at Gerard sitting at the conference table and say for the second time,  "I'm not selling."

I feel the tension in my jaw ease a little after releasing those words,  but I look over again at Gerard and see that my frustration has simply  transferred to him. We've been arguing for over 45 minutes.         

     



 

He shakes his head and slaps his palm down on the table. "I don't understand! It makes no sense!"

"I don't expect you to understand." My voice is now resigned to the situation.

"Why?" he asks. "Why do you insist on holding onto Simulated Pleasures  LLC? You've released your ownership on everything else. Just explain  that to me!"

"Why can't you take no for an answer?" I reply.

"I told you everything that Luca Giannoni has told me, sir. Mr. Morozov  has taken a special interest in your phone sex operation, and he's keen  to purchase it from you. He's offering you an excellent price. You won't  get this price anywhere else. I can promise you that. Why not sell  before the ship sinks?"

"Who says the ship will ever sink?" I ask. "You heard yourself that this  is the most profitable phone sex operation in the tri-state area."

"Come on, Arsen. You know as well as I do. Phone sex won't remain  profitable forever. Young people want web cams and free porn streamed to  their cell phones. Why call when you can see the real deal, you know  what I mean?"

"Phone sex is an art. I don't think it'll ever be completely dismissed like you say it will."

"Maybe so, but it'll be relegated to some small niche. Why not cash in  when the money's still very good? You'll be a very rich man from the  sale of this."

"I'm already a rich man!" I growl. "Are you forgetting that? I'm worth  billions, so before you say another word about money, I want you to  remember everything Dad left me with."

My mood has soured again, and I want nothing more than to end this  meeting, but Gerard can be like a fly that won't go away and his  incessant buzzing in my ear is wearing me down. He's doing a good job of  making me think that this issue may never go away. Nothing I say seems  to deter him. He always has a rebuttal, and frankly, it's pissing me  off.

I know rationally speaking I should be blaming this on Luca Giannoni and  the Russian Mob that wants to buy me out. But instead the anger is  manifesting itself toward the one man who is always there for me.

And he's giving it right back to me as much as I'm giving it to him.

"Yes, yes, of course you're a rich man! No one is doubting or forgetting  that. But who has ever said no to more money? Arsen, I just don't  understand it. It's completely irrational and bordering on madness! Why  are you so hell bent on throwing away a golden opportunity? Why can't  you see the value in this deal?"

"Maybe it's the way the mob is going to treat the staff?" I say, rhetorically.

"What's wrong with how they treat their staff?" Gerard asks. "It's always on the up and up."

"You wouldn't feel a little guilty knowing we just sold someone's business to the mob?" I shoot back.

"It didn't seem to stop you from unloading the porn studios, the web cam  operations, the sex dungeons, the brothels, the escort services, and  strip clubs," Gerard says. "Name one time for the other businesses when  you brought up an issue with how the mob treats its workers."

"That's not the same Gerard, and you know it!" I shoot back. "The strip  clubs independently contract out to the girls. They can leave any time.  Hell, we don't even know if they'll come in on any given night if its  raining or snowing. And the bouncers and managers are all men; they can  take care of themselves."

"The other businesses?" Gerard asks.

"They're too decentralized. The sex dungeons, if the mob wanted to lay  down the law or do anything, no one would show up. And we contractually  dealt with everyone on the web cam operations or the porn studios. The  escort services we just got a cut. Nothing much would change."

"And so nothing much would change for this sale either, Arsen," Gerard  says, getting up and grabbing a glass of water and running his hands  through his hair. "This is the best deal that's out there and you're  dragging your feet."

"These people that work at Simulated Pleasures have never worked with gangsters before," I tell Gerard.

"And neither have you, Arsen," Gerard says to me. "We're not dealing  with blue chip corporations here. They can make this personal."

"Then why would I want them in the lives of my current employees?" I ask back. I think I've got a point.

But I know that Gerard has one too. Why didn't I care so much about  letting the mob into the livelihoods of the employees at the other  establishments? I mean, fuck, I just told myself back then that they  were tough and they could handle themselves.

"Arsen," Gerard says sitting down and leaning back in his chair.  "Something is bothering you about this entire situation. Ever since your  father died the single goal you've had was to rid yourself of your  father's empire and start from scratch at something else. To cleanse  yourself of his filth, as you put it. But the closer we get toward  achieving that goal, the more you pull back."

I'm silent as he continues. "You asked me to find out who Mr. Giannoni's  client was. Against my better judgment I pursued it. And I found out.  You wanted to break the sale into pieces. We did that. Now at the last  business, you hold everything up. Luca Giannoni and Mr. Mozorov have  been patient," he says in the voice filled with wisdom. "But if we are  to continue, I need to know what your reasons for holding us back are.  And I need to know now."