Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(88)

"I guess I can still learn a thing or two from you," he tells me, that easy tone on his voice.

"You have no idea," I tell him, and I mean it. Somehow, I don't think  this is going to be the last time we're together. No, this was too good  for that to happen. Our paths have crossed and they won't veer off from  one another any time soon. For better or worse.





68





Austin





Fuck, it's already 4 pm, the clock on my bed stand tells me. I should  already be at Python, preparing the place for another hard day...

And no, I don't mean that as a fucking pun.

You really have a filthy mind, don't you?

How in the hell did I oversleep? I'm usually up before-oh, I remember now.

I look to the side and there she is, still fast asleep.

Fuck, she looks even more beautiful than I remember her to be. And the way she fucks …  I never fucked anyone quite like her.

And I don't say that fucking lightly because by now I've probably fucked as many women as Genghis fucking Khan himself.

Yeah, I also said the word ‘fuck' three times in the last sentence.

No, I don't use this mouth to kiss my mother with.

I use this mouth to lick pussy with.

You want me to maybe lick yours, doll?

"What time is it?" Destiny asks me in a lazy voice, rubbing her eyes with her fists.

"Does it matter?" I ask.

Yeah, I was fucking worried about being late...

But then I realized she's still here, in bed with me, and nothing else seems to matter anymore.

Well, a few things matter, for instance, the fact that she's still naked and that I can see one of her perky tits.

Swear to God, she's so fucking squeezable … all of her.

When I saw her naked in front of me earlier today I just lost it-those tits, that ass.

You know, there has to be a God or someone up there for something so perfect to fucking exist.

Yeah, if you're thinking of telling me that she used to be a porn star,  you're not telling me anything new. But fuck that. Think about what  she's put her mind to and accomplished, you know?

Model turned porn star, porn star turned strip club owner, and all by  the age of twenty-six. She's a special one, I have to give her that.

"No, I guess it doesn't," she answers my question, reaching for me and  sliding her hand down my solid 8-pack wall of abs, until she rests it on  my cock.

I'm already fucking hard as granite, my erection tenting the sheets, and I can tell she can't fucking resist this shit.

And I'm all ready to be lewd right back with her. Yeah, baby. Come to  fucking Daddy. I take one hand and put it between her thighs and flatten  my palm against her pussy. She's already wet and ready to go, now this  is my kind of fucking woman.

Before I even know what I'm doing, I'm already on top of her, and she  guides my cock to her wetness. I enter her with one thrust, my shaft  struggling to get inside of her. She's so tight that it's hard to  believe she used to be a porn star. I told you she was special.

I start thrusting as she laces her legs around my back, and we kiss just  like we did yesterday, our tongues dancing in a frenzy around one  another. I hear my phone buzzing on the bed stand-probably Maverick  wondering where I am-but I ignore it. I have more pressing matters on my  mind right now …

I have my cock in more important places.

"Don't fucking stop," she moans, her voice so sweet that I don't even need to tell my body what to do.

Just hearing her sweet-as-pie voice say the word ‘fucking' is enough to  turn my knees to fucking jelly. She's so dirty. Filthy. But in the body  of a pure and pristine little angel that gets defiled each time.

I'm going to fucking cum if I keep talking to you about defiling her.  Instead, I piston into her as hard as I can, and her pussy tightens up  around my cock as she comes. That does it for me. There's no escape now.  I groan as I feel the cum travelling up my shaft and then spraying her  insides. Now this is how you start your day.

I roll to the side, breathing hard, and just stare at the ceiling. I can  hear her by my side, breathing as hard as I am, and I let myself be  drawn by the sound of it. It wouldn't be so bad to wake up and hear that  every morning, would it?

"I'm late," she whispers then, cutting through the silence. "And judging  by the way your phone's buzzing, I'd say you're late as well."

"Yeah," I simply respond, sitting up on the bed and reaching for my  phone. It's Maverick alright, and he's already left me three text  messages wondering where the hell I am. I'm never late, so he's already  stressing. Calm your horses, the cavalry is on the way, I type quickly,  and then swing my legs off the bed.

I take one last look at Destiny, her perfect naked body almost glowing  with delight, and then get up with a sigh. It hurts to leave when I know  we could still keep going at it, but it can't be helped. I have  responsibilities, you know?

The sex was so fucking great.

So why does this feel so awkward?

Hundreds of women are depending on me for entertainment and perhaps something more. "I'm going for a quick shower, you can--"

"Yeah, I have to shower as well," she suddenly says, getting out of the  bed completely naked. I look at her wide-eyed, not knowing what to tell  her.

Well, fuck now it's really awkward.

I could just tell her to join me but I'm not in the habit of post-sex  niceties, to be honest, so I have to say I'm feeling a bit uneasy about  that. So, instead of inviting her to join me, I just say that I'll show  her the bathroom.

I take her to the private bathroom in my bedroom, and a few minutes  later we're both standing under the warm running water, washing away our  sins.

Yeah, not the same bathroom.

Don't get your hopes up. She's in my private bathroom, and I'm in the main one.

Fuck, I could be with her right now. But what would she think of that? I  don't want to come on to her too hard, which is kinda fucking ironic,  if you take into account the way we fucked last night.

And what the fuck is wrong with me?

I never overthink these things.

For a fraction of a second, I imagine being under the running water with  her, just showering like two regular people, and I even picture myself  helping her fucking shampoo her hair. I must be running a fever, that  has to be it.

To be absolutely honest with you, doll, I don't think I ever remember  the last time I ever wanted to be this close to a woman. And when I say  close, I'm not talking about being physically close. It's more than  that.

Alright, let me fucking stop right here or next thing you know I'm writing poetry.

And you'll just fucking snort, wondering what happened to make an alpha male bad boy into a mewling kitten.

Fuck that.

I'm over her.

I push all these rosy fucking thoughts out of my head and finish showering. Like a fucking man.

I put on a black suit and, by the time I'm finished getting ready,  Destiny gets out of the bathroom looking completely stunning, even  though she's wearing her clothes from when I met her at 230 Fifth this  afternoon.

"Fuck," I whisper as I see her, and she raises one eyebrow at me.

"What?" she asks, and I don't know what to tell her. I settle for the truth.

"You look amazing," I say, and she arches her eyebrows even more.

"I'm not wearing any make-up, my hair is shit, and I'm wearing a creased  dress," she purses her lips, probably thinking that I'm messing with  her, but I just grin.

"And you look fucking stunning," I admit, no longer caring about what  she thinks. "I guess that there's actually a pretty woman under all that  make-up."

"Asshole," she laughs, and then closes the distance between the two of us and punches me playfully in the arms.

"That's me." Without even thinking, I place my hands on her waist and  pull her in, pressing my mouth on her. It's just a short kiss, but the  simplicity of it makes me wary.

I never bought all that romantic shit about magical kisses and unicorns,  but there's something about this woman that's clouding my fucking mind.  She's dangerous like that, I can tell. I guess this is the way most  women feel when they are with me. Yeah, I'm Mr. Cocky asshole, nice to  meet you too.         

     



 

"Shall we?" she asks me, and I nod.

We get out of the apartment in silence. We're standing side by side when  I press the button to summon the elevator and, as we're waiting, my  hands brush accidently against hers.

I feel her fingers twitch, and mine do so as well. The elevator opens  with a quiet ding, and we step inside without even looking at each  other. But then, as we face forward, our hands brush against one another  again. This time I don't fucking hesitate, I just turn my hand around  and hold hers. She wraps her fingers around mine and, just like a  fucking 16-year-old high-school couple discovering what sex and love  really are, we hold hands as the elevator makes its way down.

Yeah, I can't believe this is fucking happening.

I've had the sweetest women over in my apartment before Destiny, and  some of them were even virgins, and now here I end up holding hands with  a reformed porn star.

Maybe destiny is playing a trick on me …  Which is kinda ironic, don't you  think? Destiny is using destiny to mess with my head. How's that for  the universe making a joke at your expense?