Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(66)

Now, my personal secretaries are more than capable of making me dinner  reservations and letting me know, but in this instance, I followed up  with them three times to make sure it was fucking perfect. And then I  made sure my car was ready and I even got to Ashley's apartment ten  minutes ahead of time. As if I had nothing better to do than take this  woman out to dinner.

But let me tell you, when she finally did come down, it was completely  worth the fucking wait. I would have waited a whole fucking month just  to see her in that amazing blue dress that was tight in all the right  places, hugging her curves and emphasizing her slender but still curvy  body. All of a sudden, being exhausted completely left my mind and all I  wanted to do was fuck. I tried not to stare at her wolfishly as she  turned away from me and began walking to the car, swaying her ass. She  knew that I was staring too, because she stopped before getting in,  turned her head back to me, and asked me with a leer, "Feeling all  right, Arsen?"

"I just want to fuck you so badly right now, Ash," I told her, not  holding back any punches. And I did. I wanted to pound her doggie style  with my 12-inch cock till we both collapsed from cumming too hard.

"Always the romantic," she teased before she got into the limo.

I could see the outline of her thong against that skirt, it was so  tight. I know you're not supposed to see visible panty lines, but I'd  seen her ass so many times, I could tell where it was.

All through dinner, she gave me flirty smiles and kept my cock hard till  I couldn't wait to get her back to my condo. I kept imagining bending  her over and having her hold onto the windows in my living room as she  stared out into the urban canyons of New York City as I fucked the  living daylights out of her.

But she just leaned back into me into the car and nestled her head on my chest. I could smell her shampoo.

"Arsen, I'm really sore from last night and this morning," she mewled in  a little voice. She was talking into my chest and I had my arm wrapped  around her protectively. "I don't know if I can have sex again tonight."

What the fuck? After keeping my cock hard all through dinner with that  fucking dress and that fucking back and forth, I was like a coiled  spring. I would have been pissed off with any other girl. But Ashley? I  just brought my lips to the top of her head and gave it a light kiss.

"That's okay, babe," I said softly. "You're not going anywhere. We can chill tonight."

She looked up at me with those adorable eyes. "Really?" she asked. I nodded.

"Can we just watch a movie and snuggle?" she asked.

Now at this time, had the old Arsen Hawke been present-hell had my late  fucking father been present-he would have kicked my fucking ass for  being a pussy. Because all I said was, "Absolutely, babe. Anything you  want."

And Ashley gave a few squeals of delight and pressed herself into me in  happiness. All I could feel was her tits pressing against me. All I  could imagine was spreading those legs and taking her.

And so there we were an hour later, Ashley picking out a fucking romance  movie. Not even a fucking romantic comedy that I could laugh to, but a  goddamn romance movie.

"Yay! I love this movie. It's so long too!" she said bouncing up and  down happily as I watched that ass jiggle. Then she looked at me. "You  sure you're okay with this, right?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm good. Don't worry."

"Great," she said. "Let me go change into some pajamas."

And with that she sprung off the couch and into the bathroom.

When she finally did come out I swear to God my eyes were about to explode as I looked at her.

She was wearing a pair of black lace boy shorts that upped her ass so  fucking deliciously and a black lace camisole. My cock nearly exploded  in my pants I was so fucking horny.         

     



 

"I got this the other day," she said with a sly smile. "Do you like it?"

If these were pajamas, then I wanted to see her fucking naked.

At first I couldn't say anything. All I could do was stare. But  eventually I looked at her. "I fucking love it. I could fuck you so hard  right now, Ash," I growled.

"Yeah, but you said you wouldn't, right?" she asked.

I nodded. She smiled and came closer. "Great!" she exclaimed and then  sat down basically on top of me, wiggling her body until she found every  nook and crevice and somehow wedged herself into me. I wrapped my arms  around her and she nestled in. I could fucking feel her ass rub up and  down on my hard cock until it settled between her ass cheeks. Ashley  didn't say anything, except look at me and give me a sly grin as she  asked, "You going to be okay, Mister?"

"I'll be fine," I lied. I didn't know what the fuck I was going to do.

The movie started and pretty soon I felt Ashley clench and unclench her ass cheeks, squeezing my cock. Classic stripper move.

That was the fucking last straw! I was cool going to dinner and seeing  her in that get up. I was okay not having sex. I was even okay watching a  fucking chick flick that was three fucking hours long with her hot  fucking body pressed up against me. But this was just too much.

I began to thrust up against her, but after the first one, I stopped  myself. I had promised Ashley. And fuck me, I honestly would trade not  having sex with her as opposed to not being around her. It wasn't easy,  but I actually fucking liked being on the couch with that fucking  romance movie as long as she was there.

And then she wriggled her ass against me again and my thoughts went  crazy. Again and again. I'm thinking I'm going fucking crazy, not being  able to move or do anything. I might as well just have passed out right  then and there it felt so good. But even had I passed out, I'd be waking  up right there just because her ass felt so fucking good.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, she stopped.

She turned over and pressed her body to mine, bringing her face inches from mine.

"This is hard for you, isn't it?" she asked with a cute looking pout and blinking eyes.

"Very hard, babe," I grunted, not knowing what else to say. I was beaten down.

All of a sudden that cute pout turned into a wicked grin. She gyrated  her crotch on my cock a little bit as she said one word. "Good."

I looked at her in surprise as she continued, "Consider it payback. For  keeping me awake till 6:30 am this morning when 5 hours earlier you said  just the tip. And then leaving me in a sex haze all day."

And that's when her smile turned sultry and I realized Ashley Lane had  been playing me the whole day, getting me all hot and bothered and  leaving me no recourse but to take it. I brought my hands and grabbed  her ass. Hard. She squealed and we fucked hard again that night. I may  have ripped off that camisole of hers trying to get at those tits and  get my mouth on them. We used that sofa in ways that the Scandinavians  who designed it would never have imagined in their wettest of fucking  dreams. And I know for a fact that that romance movie was done a fucking  long time before we finally fell on each other, exhausted and happy.

At least that's what I'm thinking and I realize that I have a fucking smile on my face. But fuck it, I don't care at this point.

I go up the elevator to my condo and find Ashley waiting for me standing in front of the door in a trench coat.

"Surprise!" she yells at me and I literally jump. "I had the concierge  downstairs give me a ring when you started on your way up."

"Your surprising me by waiting for me in front of the door?" I ask.

"No, silly!" she says with a pout. "This is how I'm surprising you!"

And she whips open her trench coat to reveal her oh-so-sexy body clad in  nothing but black stockings, a black lace thong and matching black bra.  The material was supple and left just enough to the imagination that I  could feel my cock harden instantly. If I didn't get it out of my pants  soon it was going to tent and then fucking claw its way out.

"I got them for you today," she says with a shy smile. "Do you like it?"

But I don't answer. And she doesn't press me further. Because I've  already bounded over and taken her in my arms and thrown us onto the  same sofa that saw so much action yesterday. Half my clothes are off and  I pause to look into her eyes.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," I whisper to her, as if confessing.

She doesn't say anything. Just pulls me closer to her for a kiss.

You know, I take it back. If the old Arsen tries to come over and call  me a pussy for what Ashley's done to me, I'll kick his ass for being an  idiot.

Because this is fucking Heaven with this girl.





53





Ashley





Seventy-five.

That's how many days it's been since Arsen first met me when I was still  a stripper outside of Scorcher's. I don't know if you remember, but  that was the night that he got into my cab and got off at the Plaza. If  he hadn't taken the cab in that direction, I would have never gone  through Times Square and gotten out to find Peter cheating on me. Peter  would have never attacked me outside of the Simulated Pleasures offices,  and I would have never had sex with Arsen, and King Henry would be all I  would be thinking about.