Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(74)

"I wouldn't want it another way," I tell him with a grin of my own. I  hesitate, but then I say something that crosses my mind, something that  reminds me of the hours I spent on the phone with him. "Sir."

"Good girl." His grin widens and he goes up to his feet, his crotch  right in front of my face. I can't help but notice the bulging there,  the contour of his cock calling to me. Looking up at him, I slowly raise  my arm and let my fingers fall on his crotch. I press slightly, feeling  his thick cock with the palm of my hand. It's almost insane to think  that this cock right here is now mine …  Only mine. Yes, this is my life  now, getting to fuck the perfect guy with the perfect cock for the rest  of my days.

I curl my fingers around his thick shape, my eyes never leaving his as I  start stroking him over the fabric of his dress pants. Flicking my  wrist softly, I move my hand back and forth, his fingers threading  through my hair as the atmosphere around becomes heavier.

"I never wanted to fuck anyone as bad as I want to fuck you right now,"  he says, his fingers turning into hooks and wrapping themselves around  long locks of hair. I gasp as I feel his fingertips running over my  scalp, and then he yanks on my hair, forcing my head back.

"What are you waiting for, then?" I shoot back at him, my heart pounding  violently as I anticipate what's to come. "I'm right here. Yours to  handle, yours to do whatever you want to."

"Is that so?" He asks mockingly, still keeping my head in place. I grab  his cock hard, my fingers wrapped tight around it as his shaft pulses.

"That's exactly so. I'm yours, sir," I purr at him, my voice sounding as  if I were Misty once again. Something wild and dangerous flickers in  his eyes, and I lick my lips lewdly, wanting him to unleash all that  wildness upon my body.

Letting go of my hair, he places his hand over my right shoulder and  pushes me harshly; I fall back, my body bouncing on top of the mattress  as he climbs on the bed. I barely have enough time to blink as he slides  his fingers up my leg and under my skirt, flattening the palm of his  hand against my pussy. He presses hard, my thong sticking against my  folds as I realize that I'm as wet as the Pacific. Thankfully, the way  he's pressing me on my pussy tells me something that I desperately  want-this time there'll be no teasing. This time, there'll no working  toward a climax because the whole thing is going to be one giant  relentless climax.

"Are you ready? Moan, scream, come. You know that's what's going to  happen," Arsen tells me, pressing his body on top of mine as he starts  to rub my pussy. I swallow in dry, licking my lips as I open my mouth to  speak. No words leave my lips, though, and I only let out a small  croak.

I exhale sharply as he takes his hand out, only to slide it to my thigh  and grab my thong. He pulls it down my legs, and I lift my legs up as he  takes it off of me. Looking me in the eyes, he takes the thong to his  face and breathes in my scent before throwing it to the floor.

"Delicious," he tells me with a grin, his hand once again sliding to  between my legs and finding my wet folds. "I want to taste more of  that," he continues, brushing his fingers up and down my labia. He  starts to circle my clitoris with his index finger, tracing a path  around it and then pressing down as I arch my back, my body fully  knowing that I won't leave this room before I'm utterly and completely  spent.

I start to move my hips, lifting my ass up from the mattress as I push  my pussy against his hand. He reacts by letting go of my clit-turning  his wrist around, he hurriedly slides his index and middle finger inside  of me. Moving both fingers back and forth, he guides his free hand to  my waist, sliding it under my blouse and making the hike up to my  breasts; his fingers curl around my right breast and he starts to pull  on the cup of my bra. As my hard nipple pops out, he grabs it in a  heartbeat, caressing and pressing it between his fingers.

My hands move as if they have a consciousness of their own, and I grab  my blouse by the hemline. Sitting up awkwardly, I pull it over my head  and throw it to the side, Arsen's eyes honing on my chest's naked skin.  Before I can lie back again, his hand goes to my back and he unclasps my  bra with a masterful flick of his fingers, pushing the straps down my  shoulders. Biting my lower lip, I push the bra down my arms, letting it  fall on the bed as Arsen's hand cups my breasts eagerly, moving from one  to the other, his fingers squeezing my fleshy curves harshly.

"We're just warming up," he tells me as he starts fingering me harder,  flicking his wrist so fast that I already feel my insides start to  clench.

"I love to warm up," I grin at him, once again biting on my lip as I  slide one hand down my stomach and press on my clit with two fingers. I  start to rub myself as he fingers me, electricity pooling in my muscles.

My eyes start to close as I feel all that electricity aching to be set  free, and my fingers move even faster over my clit. Feeling me near to  pleasure's peak, Arsen slides his fingers deeper in me, hooking them  upward and pressing against my G-spot. I arch my back, my own fingers  flying over my clit as sparks of ecstasy explode inside of me. I breathe  out deeply, a quivering moan tumbling out of my lips the moment I open  my mouth.

"Oh, God … " I whisper, Arsen's fingers starting to move once more. He  doesn't let me recover from my first orgasm, but by now I'm already used  to it - besides, why would I want to rest? Even though we now have the  rest of our lives to explore each others bodies, I don't want to waste  one single minute.

I reach for his crotch again, my hand massaging his cock before I focus  on his belt; I unbuckle it as fast as I can and then I unbutton his  pants, my brain trying hard to focus on the task at hand. The moment the  last button comes undone his cock pushes against my hand, tenting his  boxer briefs; I just hook my fingers on his underwear, pushing both his  pants and boxers down to his knees. He kicks off his shoes in a hurry  and I do the rest, pushing all the fabric down his legs and onto the  floor.         

     



 

I grin wildly, his fingers never easing up. Wanting to see his naked  body in all its glory, I reach for the collar of his shirt and I start  unbuttoning it as fast as I can, my eyes hungrily travelling down his  chest as it comes into sight. It doesn't take long for me to be  entranced by his rock hard abs, each muscle of his like a perfect  monument to manhood.

My elbows on the mattress, I sit up on the bed and reach for his cock. I  curl my fingers tightly around his shaft and I start to stroke it,  matching the rhythm of his own fingers. I lean in, my lips parting as I  move toward his cock; I want to feel him inside my mouth, his member  pulsing against my tongue as it rolls over my lips. I'm almost there  when he grabs me by the air, stopping me just one inch away from his  glans.

"Who told you to do that?" He asks me with a smirk, slowly taking his  fingers out of my pussy. "I didn't tell you I wanted my cock sucked, did  I?"

"No, sir," I mutter, my eyes hesitantly going from his cock to his face.  I know what he's doing, and it's driving me completely crazy. He knows  that I want to feel him, so he's just torturing me with pent-up  anticipation.

"That's right," he grins, slightly easing the pressure of his fingers on  my hair. I let my head go forward by instinct, and he just grabs me  harshly again. "You just can't help yourself, can you?"

"I …  I can't. I want it so much," I tell him, licking my lips as I  imagine my tongue running down his shaft. God, I want to taste him so  damn much.

"Then you'll have t o wait. Because I want to taste you first." He  pushes me back on top of the mattress then, not saying one more word.  His fingers on the hem of my skirt, he pushes it down my legs furiously,  flinging it to some faraway corner of the room. He leans into me then,  his hungry lips laying hurried kisses down my neck and into my breasts.  Kissing the curve of my right breast, he sucks my nipple inside his  mouth, twirling his tongue around it as he squeezes my other breast. He  doesn't linger there, though: in a few seconds he's kissing down my  stomach and over my navel, only stopping his descent when his lips find  my wet folds.

My hands dart to his head, and this time I'm the one yanking on his  hair. As I hold his head, I thrust upward, pressing my pussy against his  mouth. He obliges to my desires willingly: opening his mouth as wide as  possible, he sucks on my labia, running his tongue all over the length  of my pussy. Up and down he goes, the pendulum motion of his tongue  forcing me to close my eyes as my heart pounds against my eardrums. I  sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my drenched pussy all over his  face as he keeps licking me.

I gasp as he flicks his tongue against my clitoris, brushing two of his  fingers over my labia. In the blink of an eye, he slides them inside me,  curling them upwards until they meet my G-spot once again. He knows  every secret little spot-in and out of my body-and he isn't afraid to go  after them.