Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(75)

My hands run through his hair as he devours me, his tongue lapping at my  clitoris so intensely my muscles start to burn, the hellfire of  pleasure waking up inside of me. The flames of ecstasy rage harder as he  places his hands on the back of my knees and forces my legs up, angling  them so that he can ravage my pussy completely, it doesn't take long  for my muscles to start twitching menacingly. I'm going to come again,  and it's going to happen soon.

My fingers are like thorns on his hair but he doesn't complain: he just  sucks as hard as possible, keeping his fingers pressed tightly against  my G-spot. I grit my teeth and breath out through them, my muscles  tensing up and down in a fraction of a second. I close my eyes and moan,  thrusting as hard as I can against his mouth while a violent orgasm  rages through me, endorphins overloading my nerve endings.

"I want you …  in my mouth," I manage to say, looking down at Arsen. He's  still between my thighs, holding my legs up. "I want you in my mouth," I  repeat as he lowers my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, he  pulls back from my pussy, my juices dripping down his chin.

"How bad do you want it? How bad do you want my cock inside that little  mouth of yours, Ash?" He's getting up now, climbing up on top of me.  With each of his knees by my side, he kneels over me, grabbing his cock  and pointing it toward my mouth; it's just a few inches away so I crane  my neck, trying to reach for it.

"Bad. I want it bad," I mutter. Taking pity on me, he brushes his glans  against my lips, moving it from side to side as I open my mouth  slightly. Patiently, he allows his shaft to slide inside of me, the  salty taste of his precum flooding me. With his hands on my hair once  again, he guides the movements of my head, making me go back and forth  over his throbbing member. I keep doing it until the muscles in my neck  start to hurt, and then he takes the lead: keeping my head in place he  starts to thrust, his shaft going in and out of me at a breakneck speed.  I moan as he fucks my mouth, the sound of it travelling up my throat  and vibrating through his cock.

Then, no warning at all, he stops and pulls his cock out of my mouth.  Without a word, he rolls to the side and lays his back on the mattress.

"Let's make this more interesting," he says, that contagious grin of his  making my pulse quicken. He doesn't even need to explain, I just know  what he wants me to do. Moving fast, I sit up and turn around, my ass to  him; I open my legs and move toward him, placing my knees on the side  of his head. I ease myself down, his mouth once more on my pussy as I  lean forward, grabbing his cock by the root. Pointing his shaft upward, I  open my mouth and let it roll over my lips.

My hips are being guided by unconscious desire, the strings of sinful  pleasure working me like a puppet. I rub my pussy against his mouth as I  suck on him, and we pleasure each other like that for God knows how  long, the notion of time just an abstract concept now. Seconds stretch  into minutes, and minutes seem like a whole eternity - all that matters  right now is the way he's pushing his tongue past my labia, and the way  his thickness pulses against my tongue. I could say that there's nothing  better than having in my mouth, but I just can't ignore the fact that  it feels much better when it's buried deep inside my pussy.

Riding his face, I only stop when my pussy starts to tighten up, waves  of pleasure crash against the edges of my mind and, before I know it,  I'm coming again. We haven't even started fucking and I'm already coming  for the third time. If the Olympics of Sex were a thing, Arsen and I  would be gold medalists; I have no doubt about it.

I pull his cock out of my mouth, a deep moan bouncing off the walls the  moment his tip pops out. My eyes roll in their orbits, static  electricity running under my skin as every single muscle in my body  twitches and trembles.

Sighing deeply, I roll to the side, my arms sprawled as I lay on the  mattress by his side. I look at him, grinning, and press my mouth  against his; he pushes his tongue past my lips and I taste my pussy's  juices in him, their flavor giving me renewed energy. I bite my lower  lip and sit up on the bed, once again climbing on top of him. Straddling  him, I point his cock toward my pussy and ease myself down; but before I  can guide his length home, he grabs me by the waist, stopping me from  doing it.

"No," he says sternly, an expression of mischievousness on his face.  "You didn't beg for it … " He teases me, holding me tightly. I try to  fight against his hold, but it's useless. There's no way I'm going to  feel his cock on me unless he hears me begging.

"Please, Arsen. Please," I whisper, still trying to ease myself down on him.

"That doesn't sound very sincere, Ash. Try harder," he says with a grin, not letting go.

"Please, please. I need you to fuck me …  I need to feel your cock inside  of me. I'll do anything." The words fall out from my lips easily, each  one of them brimming with true desperation.

"That's more like it," he smiles, taking his hands out of my waist. I go  down immediately, his cock burying itself in me to the hilt as a shrill  scream leaves my lips. Gosh, there's truly no better thing in the world  than having a cock like Arsen's straining against my inner walls, his  veiny shaft ramming me hard.

When all his cock is inside of me I start to sway my hips, rocking my  body back and forth as I lean forward and place my hands over his chest.  I curl my fingers, my fingernails digging into his chest, but he  doesn't' even register it; he simply bucks his hips at me, forcing me to  stop moving as his thrusts grow harder and more violent. I just close  my eyes and surrender to him, letting him fuck me with the ferocity of a  man that demands nothing less than the whole world.

"Oh, God," I sigh, his shaft burning its way through my pussy. Pleasure  stabs at my mind, poking holes in it as my hormones get thrown into  disarray. My pussy tightens around his cock like a murderous vice and I  claw at his chest, coming so hard I half-expect my heart to simply  burst.

I'm still trying to catch my breath when he sits up, his cock still in  me. His eyes lock on mine, and leaning forward, he whispers into my ear.

"It's time we get started." His words make my heart feel tight inside my  chest, the anxiety of anticipation washing over me. Get started? What  does he mean by that? God, I've already came four times and only now is  he talking about getting started?         

     



 

He cuts my line of questioning short, placing his hands on my ass and  going up on his feet. Moving fast, I lace my legs on his lower back, my  arms going over his shoulders. He takes one step forward and pins me  against the wall, immediately starting to trust as fast as he can. His  cock pierces me so violently that our bodies are rocking back and forth  against the wall, my back hitting it and making a loud hollow sound with  each of his thrusts. The paintings on the wall start to waggle,  threatening to crash on the floor, but we're way past caring, in fact,  we go even harder. One of the paintings crashes onto the floor, the  glass shattering with a sudden loud sound; a few heartbeats after that,  the second painting comes down, the glass miraculously surviving this  time.

With a lustful growl Arsen starts kissing my neck and, pulling away from  the wall and still holding me, takes two steps toward the small table  on the corner of the room. With just one hand on my ass he uses the  other one to throw everything on top of the table to the floor. A lamp,  the phone, a bunch of newspapers, you name it-it all comes crashing down  in an instant. The tabletop clear, he sits me on the edge, his rhythm  building up again.

We kiss, our tongues wrestling against one another as we let desire  consume us. We're tearing the whole place apart and I'm screaming my  head off. I start wondering if everyone on this floor can hear the  ruckus we're causing and, as a response, the phone Arsen just threw on  the floor starts to ring. He simply ignores it, working his cock into me  with the fury of an insatiable man. The annoying sound of the phone  fills the whole room for what seems like an eternity, and I pull back  from Arsen's kiss, looking him in the eyes and then nodding at the  phone.

Sighing, he slowly pulls his cock out of me and bends over, picking the  phone from the floor. He presses the green button and takes it to his  ear, his eyes still locked on mine.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Hawke," starts the voice on the other sound of the line, an hint of hesitation in it. "Is everything alright?"

"Oh, everything's perfect. Thank you. But I'm busy right now so --"

"Well, sir, that's exactly why I'm calling your room. I'm sorry for  disturbing you but I guess that, uh, you being busy is somewhat  noticeable. We have been getting some calls from our other clients and  they're …  Well, they're complaining about the noise, sir."

"Noise? What noise?" Arsen asks, smirking at me.