Mr. President: A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiancé Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “I…” I stammer, not knowing what to say, but then every single thought inside my head falls into alignment. “Yes! Yes, I will!” I tell him, biting down on my lower lip as I feel the sting of tears in my eyes.

  Smiling gently, Austin takes the ring out of the box and, grabbing my hand, he places it on my finger. It fits perfectly, almost as if destiny wanted that ring to be mine.

  “It’s beautiful, Austin,” I whisper as he stands up in front of me, his eyes on mine.

  “It was my grandmother’s. And now it’s yours, Ash,” he tells me, placing one hand on the nape of my neck and leaning in to kiss me.

  All around me, the room seems to explode with the flash of cameras and the quick chatter of reporters and onlookers. But I don’t care about any of that, and I barely even register any of it.

  Right now, I’m the happiest woman in the world.

  30

  Ashley

  We left the conference room, both our bodies and souls begging for us to surrender to the moment. Ignoring the millions of questions raining down on him, Austin simply grabbed my hand and lead the way out of the room. I walked after him as if I was living a dream, corridor after corridor, hallway after hallway.

  Everyone we passed smiled at us, but no one dared say a word. They all knew this moment was one to be shared only by Austin and me. Now, completely lost inside the White House, I halt to a stop and force him to look at me.

  “Where are we going?” I ask him, my heart beating fast inside my chest.

  “The Oval Office, of course,” he replies in a single breath, and then starts walking again, dragging me after him. The moment we step foot inside the Oval Office he simply closes the door behind us and locks it.

  “What about Tracy? She probably needs to talk with you right now?” I ask, but my body doesn’t care about any of that. The only thing my body cares about is the man standing right in front of me.

  “Don’t worry. I left her a message telling her to run interference for a couple of hours. This moment is just ours, Ashley. And I want you to know that… That you’re my everything. I don’t know what would be of me if I didn’t have you by my side.”

  “I’ll be by your side… Always,” I tell him, looking into his eyes and feeling my heart beat at a happy pace. I’ve never felt this happy, this complete… Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d ever felt like this. And it has nothing to do with the fact that Austin is rich, or that he’s the President. No, I would love him if he was just a struggling musician, or a waiter at a restaurant. I would love him no matter what. “I love you, Austin… I really do.”

  “I love you too,” he smiles, taking one step toward me and caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. Leaning in, he brushes his lips against mine, kissing me gently as my eyelids droop.

  We kiss in abandonment, the happiness inside my chest almost too much for me to take. I could cry right now, swear to God I could. This kiss is so perfect, and it seals the love between us in such a way that I could cry a river of joyful tears.

  Pulling back from my kiss, he looks into my eyes and smiles, a deep tenderness in the way with which he’s looking at me. For a man as cocky and hard as he is, there are a lot of things that the world doesn’t know about Austin. Such as how tender and gentle how he can, and how he has the biggest Earth out of everyone I know. The moment the voters put him in the White House, they made the best decision of their entire lives.

  Breathing softly, his hands go down the side of my body, and he rests his fingers over the dimples on my lower back. Leaning in again, we kiss as I grab his jacket and push him down his arms. We let it fall down to the floor, and my fingers go straight for his shirt, unbuttoning it with a kind of slow patience. When it’s finally open, I untuck it from his pants and brush my fingers over the naked wall of abs on his stomach.

  Pressing his body against mine, he leans in and, instead of taking his lips to mine, he lays them on my neck, gently nibbling at my skin. At the same time, his hands go around my waist and he hooks his thumb on the hem of my skirt. My heart is beating fast, anticipation making it pick up the pace.

  I can’t believe we’re going to fuck in the Oval Office.

  Still running my fingers over the valleys between his abs, I then let my hands follow an upward line up to his chest. Holding the side of his face, I go on tiptoes and run my tongue along the crevice between his lips.

  Pulling me close, he lets of my skirt and grabs my blouse, pulling it up. I lift my arms up in the air and allow him to undress me, my lace bra revealing itself to him. Looking at me with an eager smile, he pulls me back into his embrace; my breasts press against his naked chest, and my skin prickles as we make contact.

  His hands go around my body and, grabbing the clasp of my bra, he unhooks it with a quick flick of his fingers. Pulling it out, he pushes both straps down at the same time, and he then throws the bra onto the floor. My nipples become even harder as the cool air in the office laps at them, and I feel a column of fire climbing up my spine.

  Mimicking his movements, I grab his shirt and push it down his arms, allowing it to float down and land right on top of my blouse and bra. Smiling at him, I let my fingers hike down his naked chest before I grab his belt; unbuckling it with slow but sure movements, I then hook my fingers on his pants and pull him into me.

  He grabs me by the ass eagerly, the palm of his hands fitting perfectly over the curve of my ass cheeks, and he squeezes them softly. My nipples brush against his skin, and I close my eyes, my fingers working as if they have a life of their own; I pull his zipper down and then, turning my hand around, I flatten the palm of my hand against the bulging shape tenting his boxer briefs.

  Letting go, I use my index finger to trace the contour of his hard member over the fabric of his boxers. I exhale sharply as I feel him pulse against my fingers, but I just keep on teasing, fully knowing that the more I do it the bigger the payoff is going to be. And if there’s something I love, it’s a good payoff.

  “Let’s take you out of these clothes,” I whisper as I nibble at his lower lip. Grabbing at his boxer briefs, I push them down and his cock springs free immediately, brushing against my fingers. Allowing desire to make my movements wilder, I push both pants and boxers down his legs. He kicks off his shoes fast and then steps out of his clothes, kicking them to a faraway corner of the office.

  I take one step back, my eyes widening as I take in his naked figure. If Leonardo Da Vinci was alive, he’d make a sculpture out of Austin’s body, there’s no doubt of it in my mind.

  My body acting with a life of its own, I lower myself to the floor. Kneeling in front of him, I rest my hands on his knees and then let my fingers slide all the way to his inner thighs, Austin’s breathing growing deeper as I close in on his cock. Looking up at him, I start leaning in but I stop right before my lips touch the tip of his cock. Grinning, I part my lips and dart my tongue out, flicking it against his cock. He shudders as I do it and, exhaling sharply, he rests both his hands on the top of my head.

  Using one hand, I cup both his balls and roll them over my fingers, feeling how busy they are producing all the cum he’s going to unleash over my body once we’re done. With my free hand, I trace the contour of his cock, my index finger sliding from the root of his member to its tip, and then doing the same movement on an opposite direction. I do it over and over again, teasing him mercilessly.

  Finally succumbing to my own desire, I lean forward and rest my lips against the tip of his cock, softly kissing it. Opening my mouth, I then wrap my lips around it, feeling his warm flesh over my tongue. Sucking on him gently, I allow my lips to roll down the length of his shaft. I go all the way down, only stopping when the tip of his cock is firmly pressed against the back of my throat.

  “Fuck, Ash,” he groans, tangling his fingers on my hair. Rolling my lips back, I start bobbing my head back and forth over his cock, pressing against his shaft with my tongue. Grabbing his member with my right hand, I then start to stroke him with a ma
tching rhythm to that of my mouth, enjoying the way he’s breathing heavily.

  Doing it like this is enough to turn my thong into a wet rag. I can already feel my fluids dripping down my inner thighs, and I can’t wait to rub that wetness against Austin’s hard member.

  Moving back, I allow his cock to pop out of my mouth and I grab it with both my hands. Looking into his eyes, I start stroking him as fast as I can, hell bent on stopping only when he’s dangling over the edge of an orgasm.

  I do it for almost a minute and then, without a break to my movements, I open my mouth as wide as I can and swallow his cock whole, his shaft sliding over my tongue in a hurry. Sucking as fast as I can, I let go of his cock and take both my hands to his ass, squeezing his ass cheeks and pulling him into me at the same time. Reacting to my movements, he yanks on my hair and forces me to stop sucking.

  Taking the lead, he starts thrusting, fucking my mouth as if he were doing it to my pussy. He groans as he does it, and I can’t help but open my eyes to enjoy the expression on his face.

  With his head thrown back, Austin has his eyes closed, a grin of pure delight commanding his lips. He’s moving his hips fast, ravaging my mouth and succumbing to the lack of control that has taken over his body.

  Then, surprising me, he takes one step back: letting go of my hair he pops his cock out of my mouth. Moving fast, so fast that I don’t even have the time to react, he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me up to my feet.

  “I always wanted to do this,” he whispers, pushing me back until my ass is pressed against the piece of history that’s the President’s desk. Growling, he pushes my skirt down my legs and then, hooking his thumbs on the string of thong that laces my outer thighs, he undresses me completely.

  Now that I’m completely naked, he takes his hand to my ass and pushes me up; I go up willingly, sitting down on the desk as I spread my legs and lace them around his waist. Pulling him into me, I hold my breath as he closes the distance between the two of us, the tip of his cock brushing against my drenched folds.

  “Fuck me, Mr. President,” I purr at him, my pussy aching to feel his thickness stretching me wide. As if reading my thoughts, he thrusts right away, pushing his shaft inside of me so fast that I feel my mind breaking apart. His thickness strains against my inner walls on the way, and it fills me up so completely that it seems like his cock was made solely for my pussy. Well, I guess now I can say that his cock is only mine, though – that’s what an enjoyment ring means, right? Oh, sorry. I meant engagement ring. Because, hun, that’s right – these twelve inches of pure pleasure are my sole property to enjoy with as I please.

  With a vicious rhythm right from the start, Austin thrusts over and over again, his cock completely demolishing my pussy. With my legs laced around his waist, I keep him trapped in place – not that I need to, though. I doubt he’d go anywhere, even if I let him. His body needs mine as much as mine needs his.

  I throw my head back as he ravages me wildly and, feeling a scream climbing up my throat, I open my mouth and let it explode in the air. The Oval Office is soundproof and, even if it wasn’t, what do I care? Right now I’ve surrendered to pleasure and, if anyone wants to listen in, please be my guest. Even Presidents need a healthy sex life… And I’ll make it my purpose in life to make sure that President Austin has one of the healthiest sex lives in all of history.

  Fucking me until all my muscles grow sore, he then decides to go even harder. My legs grow limp as he thrusts viciously but, at the same time, I feel my insides clenching. Just a fraction of a second later and a thermonuclear explosion takes over my mind, bright colors and sounds bouncing around my skull.

  Screaming and moaning, I throw myself back, collapsing on top of his desk and sending a few of the folders piled there tumbling down to the floor. I expect him to stop now but, of course, I’m wrong. Right now, he has no brakes, and nothing on Earth would be able to make him stop.

  With his hands placed on the back of my knees, he pulls me into him and pounds me slower now; but slower doesn’t mean he’s being any gentler. Instead, he has replaced speed with strength, the brutish thrusts of his hips making me feel on the verge of passing out. Seriously, there’s so much pleasure running through my mind right now that I wouldn’t be able to tell you my name if you asked me.

  Curling my fingers around the edge of the desk to steady myself, I just spread my legs wide and allow him to fuck me as hard as he wants, another orgasm building on the back of the last one. Hitting me out of the blue, I let another wild scream echo through the room, the sound of my voice stabbing the silence wildly.

  I do it until my throat grows sore and then, for good measure, I do it some more. Only when my throat gives up on me do I shut up, whimpering as the orgasm raging inside my body turns my body into a quivering mess.

  “Tired already?” He whispers, leaning in to lay a gentle kiss on my lips.

  “Never,” I reply with a purr, his teasing words waking some hidden reserve of energy inside of me. I sit up on the desk as he slides his cock out of me and, not even wasting a second, I turn around and assume an all-fours position, wiggling my ass from side to side and inviting him in.

  Accepting my invitation in a heartbeat, he comes up to me and, angling his cock downward, he rubs it tip along the length of my pussy. Without any kind of warning, he simply thrusts and forces his whole twelve-inches inside of me with one quick movement. I let out another wild scream, one that bounces off the walls and comes back to my eardrums at full force.

  Pounding me with a gentle fury only Austin is capable of, he drags me down into a world where pleasure reigns supreme, one where orgasms always come in a dozen. Sounds like a fantastical world to live in, doesn’t it? It sure does and, if it were up to me, I’d make sure that every woman visits this pleasure land at least once in a lifetime.

  Thrusting back against Austin, I impale myself on his cock over and over again, taking part of the responsibility in building another orgasm. It comes quickly enough – just a couple of thrusts more and the muscles in my throat grow tense, making a supreme effort to push out a scream shrill enough to rupture my own eardrums.

  Completely lost in a daze of ecstasy, I’m jolted out of it when I hear a loud noise coming from one of the side doors. I raise my head just in time to see someone kicking the door open; before I can even blink, three Secret Service agents run into the room with their handguns raised. Their eyes automatically dart to every corner in the room, even after seeing the two of us, almost as if their programming didn’t allow them to process whatever is in front of them before all threats are neutralized.

  But, of course, eventually they lower their gun and, for one long second, they just stare at us. Let me rephrase that: they stare at my naked body, on all fours, my breasts wagging as I look at them in embarrassment. I bet my cheeks are as red as wildfire.

  I can’t see Austin, as he’s standing behind me, but I already know that there’s a massive grin on his face. I mean, he didn’t even bother to take his cock out of me!

  “We’re… we’re sorry, sir. We’ve heard… screaming,” one of the agents say, his cheeks also becoming flushed. I can’t help but notice that there’s a bulging in his pants - just by looking at us, he’s already hard. I don’t know if I should feel even more embarrassed or just plain proud.

  “No worries, boys,” Austin merely says, as if this is nothing to him.

  “We’ll let you to it, sir,” one of the agents says, and soon they turn on their heels and go out of the room. I can’t help but smile as I notice the proud tone in the way the agent spoke. It’s a good thing that Austin could trust these guys with his life, or else the headlines tomorrow would be a riot to read.

  “Oh my God… I don’t believe this,” I whisper, burying my face against my forearm in embarrassment.

  “We’ve just gave them something they will never forget, Ash… I bet this is the kind of story they’ll be telling their grandchildren.”

  I can’t help but smile - even in th
e strangest situations, Austin can always see the positive side of things.

  “Well,” I find myself saying. “Let’s give them a story worth telling, then.”

  As soon as the words leave my lips, I start thrusting back at Austin, slamming my ass against his hips. Responding to the movement of my body, he matches me thrust for thrust, his cock completely destroying every single nerve ending inside my pussy. His cock moves so fast in and out of my pussy that I can’t even tell when it’s going in or going out. Not that it matters, really – all that matters is that he’s inside of me right now.

  Screaming at the top of my lungs – after all, the Secret Service already knows what we’re doing in here –, I do it until my throat starts complaining from the effort. And then I just scream some more.

  Somehow, knowing that the agents outside can hear us, it just makes me scream even louder. Even my throat seems to have temporarily forgotten that it’s raw.

  Smacking my ass hard, Austin amplifies the pleasure I’m feeling and, even though my throat feels too raw for me to scream, I can’t stop a loud moan from escaping my lips. Slapping me again, he does it multiple times, and that hard enough to leave a red mark on my flesh.

  The last time he smacks me, he does it so hard that another orgasm simple rises from the pain reaching my brain. It hits me like a brick, and I almost collapse on top of the desk as I feel it rage through me, its intensity enough to make me pass out. Somehow, I hold on to consciousness.

  Sweet pleasure still courses through my veins, but I don’t stop. Somehow, I think that Austin’s insatiable hunger is rubbing on me. I push past all my limits and continue thrusting back at him until I can feel pressure mounting inside of me once again; but before I can come, Austin laces my waist and pulls me back.

  Picking me up from the desk as his cock pops out of me, he then carries me in his arms toward one of the couches in the center of the office. He lays down, bringing me down after him, and I don’t hesitate – I sit on top of his cock, my back turned to him, and lower my pussy over his pulsing member. I bend forward as I start jumping up and down over his cock and, grabbing at his ankles, I ride him until my body seems to be on fire.