Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(85)

"Like what you see?" he asks me, but I don't even dare to look up at  him. No, he'd see all the desire flickering in my eyes, the burning need  to feel his gigantic cock inside of me …  And I don't want him to see how  much I need it right now. I don't want to hand him all control on a  silver plate. If he wants that, he's going to have to fight for it. I  don't give handouts.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," I tell him, finally looking up to meet his  gaze. He grins at my words, his eyes narrowing into slits as he tangles  his fingers in my hair.

"You're a terrible liar, Destiny," he whispers, and I realize that I'm not going to fool him. And why would I even try?

"I try, though." With that, I start moving both my hands back and forth  over his shaft, stroking him with soft movements. I let my eyes fall  down to his cock once more, and my heart starts to gallop as I look at  every inch of his manliness, my fingers wrapped tight around it. Forget  about my pussy; I'm not even sure if I can fit him inside my mouth. But  I'm more than willing to try, that's for sure.

Leaning in, I part my lips and flick my tongue at his cock. I move my  tongue in circles, running it around the tip of his cock as I let his  manly flavor inundate me. I close my eyes and, before I even know what  I'm doing, my lips are on his cock. I part them slowly, rolling them  down Austin's cock until his tip is inside my mouth, his precum coating  my tongue.

Right now, my pussy is so wet that I feel my own fluids dripping down my  inner thighs, and I'm just using my mouth on him! I don't even remember  when the last time was that I felt this insane when going down on a  guy …  Maybe when I lost my virginity? Even so, I doubt it; I'm not the  kind of girl that gets carried away by every little thing. Especially if  we're talking about men, and let me tell you, I know men. Lots of them.  I just don't think I've ever met someone quite like Austin.

I go further down, opening my mouth so wide that I feel my jaw tensing  up, Austin's shaft sliding down my tongue inch by slow inch. I only open  my eyes when I think that I can't go any further, and I realize that  I'm still a long way from having all of him inside my mouth. And that …   Well, that just can't be. I'm going to show him that he has never met a  woman like me, whatever it takes.

I look up and, the moment our gaze meets, I start pushing my head down  and forcing his cock inside of me. This time, I only stop when I feel  his cock pressing against the back of my throat and my lips brushing  over the skin at the base of his cock. He groans slightly, a subtle grin  on his lips as he watches me slide back out. Refusing to look away from  him, I go down once more, except this time I don't go slowly. No, I go  down in one single movement, going all the way down him once more and  then back again. He grits his teeth and, as he shuts his eyes, that's  when I look away.

I close my own eyes, and that's when I start to bob my head back and  forth as fast as I can. My hands are still on his shaft and, as I suck  on him, I keep on stroking him at the same time. My mouth and my  movements are working in tandem, and I can already feel him breathing  hard; when I look up at him, he has his head thrown back, his eyes still  closed.

"Fuck," he groans, and I smile. Well, I would smile if I didn't have a  cock as large as his inside of my mouth right now. Still, I take my  hands off of his shaft and, resting them on his waist, I push his pants  and boxer briefs down, sending them to his ankles. My fingers slide up  his legs and over the curve of his ass, and I can't help but squeeze,  his hard cheeks feeling as hard as concrete under the open palm of my  hands. My pussy clenches as I imagine him using these cheeks of his to  piston hard into me, his gigantic cock impaling me. "You sure know how  to use that tight mouth … " Austin whispers, his eyes finally open as he  looks down at me.

"You haven't seen anything," I respond, taking his cock out of my mouth.  I press my lips against the side of his shaft and then I run them down  until they brush against his balls. I cup them with one hand, feeling  their weight (and, oh, they're heavy) and then wrap my lips around the  right one, sucking it into my mouth. It fills my mouth easily, and I  push it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. Wanting more, I  open my mouth as wide as I can and suck the other one in. I must be a  pretty sight, right? Austin's huge balls inside my mouth. When I pop  them out of my mouth, they jump out with a wet sound and then I'm back  to his shaft, running my lips up his length until I wrap them around his  cock once more. I resume my bobbing motion, working him with my mouth  furiously, but he grabs me by the hair harshly and pushes me back,  forcing his cock to pop out of my mouth.

"I think you've had enough," he grins at me, curling his fingers around  my left wrist and pulling me up to my feet. Even when I'm standing,  Austin towers over me, so I have to look up to meet his eyes.

"It's never enough," I tease him, placing both my hands on his chest and sliding my fingers over to the collar of his shirt.

"We can agree on that." I bite my lower lip, still looking into his  eyes, and start unbuttoning his shirt, popping button after button until  his naked chest presents itself to me. My eyes widen as I see the hard  lines of his muscles, two rows of perfect abs demanding all of my  attention. I've been with fit and ripped guys, but this is something  else entirely …  Where a six-pack should be, Austin has eight salient and  perfect pieces of muscle. His pectorals are hard and defined and, even  though I can tell that the gym must be his second home-Python being the  first-they look more like the result of an outdoorsy lifestyle than a  product of a gym.

"You're not going to drool, are you?" he asks me as he kicks off his  shoes and steps out of his pants and boxer briefs. I push the open shirt  down his arms and then take a step back, only stopping when my back's  against the wall once more. Fuck, I think as I take in his naked body,  he's perfect. Okay, I need to keep my cool.

"You're the one drooling," I whisper, running my hands up my stomach and  squeezing my breasts over the cups of my bra. Like a ferocious wild  animal, he comes at me, a growl in his throat. Grabbing both my wrists,  he lifts my arms up and pins me against the wall. He lays his mouth  against my neck, but this time he doesn't kiss me; instead, he bites,  pulling at my skin with his perfect white teeth. I sigh loudly as the  pain of it turns into pleasure, my brain releasing a batch of  endorphins. Christ, I'm so wet right now, all of me screaming for him …

My breasts are pinned between my body and his, and my hard nipples are  already aching to be set free. As if he can read my mind, he lets go of  one arm, which I lace around his neck, and takes it to between my  shoulder blades. His fingers land straight on the clasp of my bra and,  with a snap from his fingers, he pulls it free. The cups droop lazily  over my breasts, but he doesn't want to wait; with his free hand, he  grabs at the cups and rips them off of my body in one urgent motion. I  gasp as I feel the fabric flying out, the cool air of his apartment  lapping at my nipples and making them even harder.         

     



 

Finally letting go of my other arm, both his hands fly straight to my  breasts and he squeezes them, my flesh molding to his fingers. The  warmness in his hands seems to prickle my skin, and from there it goes  all the way down to my pussy, making it burn, burn, and burn some more.

"You know what I'm going to do, don't you?" he asks, his hands turning  into claws as he pinches both my nipples. It hurts but, at the same  time, it feels amazing.

"Why don't you tell me?" I respond, and he pinches my nipples harder, electric needles stabbing my mind as he does it.

"I'm going to fuck you," he says, applying more pressure with the tip of  his fingers, "and I'm going to do it hard." He's pinching me so hard  right now that I can't even keep my eyes open. My heart is racing, and  it feels like it's beating straight in my throat. I let out a small cry,  my nipples starting to hurt so much that I can't help but become even  wetter. Fuck, Austin's a dangerous one, more dangerous than any drug I  know-one taste of him and you're hooked.

"I'm going to take your pussy," he continues, letting go of one nipple  and pressing his hand straight between my thighs, his touch on my pussy  drawing a sudden moan out of my lips, "and I'm going to make it mine. I  don't give a fuck about what happens next …  Even if I never see you  again," he whispers, leaning in and dropping the words straight into my  ear, "your pussy is going to be mine forever, and you're going to know  it."

Jesus fucking Christ, my fluids are running down my legs. I don't think  this has ever happened to me before. I don't think I've ever wanted a  man as much as I want-need-Austin right now. This man is a God, there's  no other way to say it. Even if you compare him to his male dancers back  at Python, Austin is a breed apart, a King among kings, a God among  gods.