Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(84)

"Sorry, Austin. You'll never convince me to leave my club," she says softly. "I mean, why would I do that?"

Now it's her turn to grin at me, a burning wickedness flickering in her  eyes. "I mean, Dirty Destiny is so much better than Python." She's at  least as cocky as I am, I have to give her that.

But Dirty Destiny being better than Python? Jesus, now she's just fucking crazy.

"You know, that fucking hurt," I say to her. Don't worry, doll. Destiny  knows I'm fucking teasing her. She knows what kind of rodeo I run. "Your  words, they're... hard," I tell her, and then she just leans and places  her hand on my crotch, squeezing my half-hard cock.

We're both silent as her hand squeezes my throbbing cock one more time. My brain is about to fucking explode.

"Not really. But it's got potential," she says.

Did she really just fucking say that?

Or did I just imagine it?

I take one deep breath and look down, and there's her hand, her fingers curled around the hard shape under my pants.

Acting without fucking thinking, I go up to my feet.

Our faces are close, and it feels as if the air separating our mouths is  electrified somehow. Leaning into her, I place my lips next to her ear.

"Let's get out of here," I whisper. "Explore that potential."

She smiles.





67





Destiny





Well, I didn't expect to end up in his apartment, that's for sure. But  it just seemed like the right thing to do, you know? Sure, Lester warned  me all about Austin-how there's more under the surface, how Python  isn't really what it seems to be. But I'm a grown girl, and I can take  care of myself. And this is just sex, it's not like I'm going to marry  him.

"You've been dying for this, haven't you?" I ask Austin the moment we  step inside his apartment, a devilish smile dawning on my lips. He  doesn't even show me around; he just pauses and, with a growl, runs his  hand up my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair. He yanks my head  back and, looking me straight in the eye, grins.

"That's right," he tells me, his grin widening with each of his words.  "But so have you," he continues, slowly leaning into me. He stops when  there's only one inch separating our lips and, as I try to close the  distance, he yanks harder on my hair. Then, he finally crushes his mouth  against mine, his full lips a perfect match.

Just one kiss, and he has already told me a lot about him. He wants  control …  He needs it. Even if I want the same things that he does, he  wants to be the one in charge. Not because he wants to show off, or  prove that he's manly. It's simply who he is, and I doubt that he knows  how to live-and fuck-any other way. Maybe I'll show him a thing or two …   After all, I'm not known as the submissive type.

"I know what you're thinking," he whispers into my ear after slowly peeling his lips off of mine. "I know your type."

"Do you?" I ask him, moving fast and taking my hand right to his crotch.  I curl my fingers around the thick shape pushing against the fabric of  his pants-hell, he's really big, but he doesn't even react. "You know  nothing about me."

"Oh, but I do. I know enough," he whispers again, both his hands sliding  down the side of my body and stopping right on my waist. He pushes me  back until I hit the wall, all air leaving my lungs as I feel the solid  surface against my body. One of his hands goes back to my hair, and he  grabs it again, holding my head in place as he looks into my eyes. "I  know that you don't like to be dominated …  That you prefer to dominate.  But, babe, you've never met a man like me."

"You sure know how to talk," I tease him, staring at him in defiance. My  fingers are still curled around his mast, and it pulses against my hand  as I speak, sending a shiver up my spine. "But what I want... is to see  what you can do."

"I'm not sure if you can take it," he says, his grin growing larger as  the pressure of his fingers on my hair intensifies. "Because once I fuck  you, you'll be hooked." I grin back at him, squinting my eyes in a  challenge.

"Like I said …  Talk's cheap." As if my words have struck a chord, he  forces me to turn on my heels and pins me against the wall. I place both  my hands on the wall for support, and he presses his body on mine in an  instant, his muscular torso right against my back. I feel his hard  pectorals, and …  are those abs? God, I need to see what he's hiding under  that shirt of his. He looks good with clothes on, and I really can't  wait to see what he's hiding under his clothes.

My eyelids droop as, leaning, he brushes his lips over the naked skin of  my neck. His kisses are gentle, but under his gentleness there's a  coiled aggressiveness, an undertone of danger and adrenaline …  I have to  admit, I haven't been this wet in a long time. And he has gotten me  curious; how good can he be?

His hands go up to my shoulders, and his fingers find the straps of my  dress. He pulls them down my arms, tugging at the fabric until it folds  over my chest and hangs limply around my waist. Using only one finger,  he traces a straight line down from between my shoulders, his fingertip  going over the ridges of my spine until it finds the place where both  thong and skin meet. His fingers go sideways then, moving around my hips  as he traces the contour of my thong. He's taking his time, and he's  doing it deliberately; he's teasing me, torturing me, waiting until I'm  dying to have him …  But I know the game he's playing, and I'm not going  to let him do it.

I thrust my hips back, pressing my ass against his crotch in one sudden  movement. I purse my lips, my heart tightening inside my chest as I feel  his hard shape between my ass cheeks. How big is he? Ten, eleven  inches … ? No, it has to be twelve at least. And not only is he long, he's  thick as well, like a tall can of Coke. When I had my hand on his  crotch, I could barely grab his cock with just one hand …  I can't begin  to imagine how it'll feel to have him inside of me. Now, I'm not an  innocent girl; I've fucked so many men that I lost count, and some of  them were truly big …  But I don't think I've ever been with a man like  Austin. And, more important than having a massive cock, I'm starting to  believe that he really knows how to use it. The way he's touching my  body, taking his time with maddening patience …  He's an experienced man,  there's no doubt about it.

I start to sway my hips, moving my body in waves and grinding against  his cock. He keeps still, his fingers sliding over my skin as he lays  slow kisses on my neck, and doesn't match my movements. He's trying to  see if he can make me lose control; what he doesn't know is that I can  also make him lose control. I move my hips faster, pressing my ass hard  against his cock, and I feel his shaft pulsing violently between my ass  cheeks. He's dying to fuck me; I can feel it.

"You're a nasty one, aren't you?" he asks me, his lips moving close to my ear.         

     



 

"Why don't you find out?" I shoot back, my eyes still closed as I savor  the way his thickness pushes against my ass. He moves fast, and I gasp  as he turns me around once, pinning me against the wall and crushing his  mouth against mine. I lose myself in his kiss for a few seconds, my  skin prickling as he pushes his tongue inside my mouth. He's a good  kisser, and I can tell you that it isn't that easy to find a man who  knows how to kiss a woman. Most of them slobber all over you, and others  are content with letting you lead them. But not Austin, no, he kisses  me in such a way that my thong grows damp, the fabric sticking to my  skin as I grow wetter.

"Now," he starts, pulling me out of the trance I'm in, "on your knees."  His words hit me hard, the tone of his voice leaving no room for a  snappy comeback. If this was any other man, I'd say, "no, you get on  your knees," but right now, my knees are buckling, and I find myself  going down before I can do anything about it. "Good," he whispers, and I  reach for him with both my hands, moving almost unconsciously. I feel  the leather on his belt, and I start unbuckling it, the metallic clink  of the buckle sliding off sending a shiver up my spine.

My eyes widen as I see his cock straining against his boxer briefs, and I  bite my bottom lip, anxiety kicking in like the sting from a wasp. I  want to pull his boxers down, to see his cock in all its glory …  But  first I flatten the palm of my hand against the shape of his cock, my  eyelids drooping as I feel it throbbing against me. Then, Austin lays  both his hands on my head and I can't help myself, I hook my fingers on  his boxer briefs and pull them down. His cock springs free, slapping the  back of my hand as it goes up. Moving as fast as I can, I reach for it  and grab him, first with just one hand, then with two. Remember when I  told you that he had to be at least twelve inches long? Well, I was  right. His cock isn't big or huge …  it's massive, and it looks even more  so with my small fingers wrapped around it.