Mr. President: A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiancé Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I don’t even stop when another orgasm explodes inside of me. No, I just keep on riding wildly, screaming and moaning in fast sequence, every single thought inside my mind scorched by the immense pleasure I’m feeling. Then, rising from all that emptiness, a single thought takes shape.

  “Fuck me… All of me,” I say, rising and sliding his cock out of my mouth. I climb down from the couch and, once more, I assume an all fours position, this time on the floor.

  “I’ve been waiting for these words,” he whispers, going up to his feet and walking around my body. Kneeling behind me, he doesn’t hesitate – he pushes his cock down and, with his free hand, he spreads my ass cheeks wide. I close my eyes and grit my teeth as I feel the tip of his cock pressed against my ass hole.

  “Do it… Fuck me… I need you to…” I find myself saying, the words falling out of my mouth fast and heavy. He doesn’t say a word – instead, he just feeds one inch of his cock into my ass, and it feels like as if his thickness is going to rip me in two.

  Of course, that doesn’t happen.

  What happens is that, as he slides his twelve inches inside of my ass, I start feeling pleasure well up inside of me. The kind of pleasure capable of making me pass out – and this time for good.

  Knowing that I’ve never done anything quite like this, Austin goes slow as he starts to thrust. Still, it doesn’t take long for him to start nursing a rhythm, one merciless and implacable. And, by the time his rhythm has grown to its full splendor, I don’t even feel any pain – all I feel is a kind of destructive pleasure, one that’s shaking me to the core.

  “Fuck,” I moan, shutting my eyes as I try to survive the onslaught of pleasure. I feel everything in me tense, as if my body had become the taut string of a violin, and I hold my breath as one final orgasm takes over my very soul.

  Grinding my teeth together, so hard they might break, I hiss through them as if I’m a woman possessed. Fire and lightning rage through my body, going up and down my spine, and my brain feels as if it’s about to explode into a million tiny pieces.

  I’m about to fall forward and collapse onto the floor when I remember that I’m not done yet. Oh, no, I need to inflict the same kind of pleasure upon Austin.

  Gritting my teeth, I push through the exhaustion and start rocking my body back, forcing Austin to keep on thrusting. I don’t need to ask twice – fully understanding what I require of him, he digs his fingers into my hips and starts to go as fast as is humanely possible, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy so fast it’d be impossible for any other man to try and replicate what Austin is doing right now.

  The intensity of his thrusts finally unleashes another orgasm inside of me… And this orgasm, God, how do I even describe it? It’s just outside of the realm of everything I’ve ever experienced. It’s soft and fierce, it’s gentle and wild… And all that at the same time. It’s pleasure in its purest form, its raw intensity completely destroying my rational mind.

  Screaming so loud that my lungs might pop like balloons, I finally feel his cock throbbing violently inside my ass. A heartbeat later and I feel the warmness of his seed filling me up, his semen dripping out of my ass and going down to my pussy. Austin digs his fingers into my ass cheeks as he comes, groaning loudly and in a way that I wasn’t expecting. He isn’t particular loud during sex and, hearing him being this vocal, I don’t know… It just makes my heart tighten up inside my chest while beating happily.

  “Oh, fuck… This was…” He trails off, not finishing his sentence, and then slides his cock out of my ass. It pops out with a wet sound and, at the same time, I feel all of his semen streaming out of my ass. I look back at him over my shoulder, and the look of pure madness in his eyes makes me shudder; grinning, he then spreads my cheeks wide and leans into me with his mouth open wide.

  Crushing his mouth against my asshole, he then uses his tongue to lick it dry, sliding it inside of me and running it around in while circles. He scoops up all the cum that he offered me seconds ago and then, pulling back, he looks into my eyes again and just swallows.

  Exhaling sharply, he then throws himself back and collapses on the floor, laying flat on his back while his chest rises and falls fast. Turning around, I go to his side and lay down next to him; huddling against his body, one hand on his chest, I lean into him and press my lips against him, feeling the saltiness of his own cum in his lips.

  “I love you, Austin…”

  “Me too…”

  “And I want this… all of this… every day for the rest of my life. Can you keep up?” I tease him, softly kissing him again. His response is a deep laugh, one that tells me what his answer is going to be.

  “You should be asking that to yourself, babe,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh with him. I mean, it’s true – even though I want it every day (or, for that matter, every single hour of the day), I’m not sure if my body can take it. Is there such a thing as too much pleasure? And, more than that, is there such a thing as too much happiness?

  Looking into Austin’s eyes, the smile on his face a tender one, I realize I already know the answer to that question.

  No, it’s never too much.

  31

  Washington Beat

  President Player Scores A Win!

  From the desk of Margie Preston – our fearless and fun political reporter

  The nation was glued to it’s television sets today as the House of Representatives overwhelmingly voted to begin criminal proceedings against the former Speaker of the House, Bob Walker.

  The former Speaker is charged with several felonies that include spying on a public official, attempted blackmail, espionage, and numerous violations of the USA PATRIOT Act. If convicted of all charges, the Speaker of the House could face up to 102 years in maximum security prison.

  The former Speaker is currently being held in a Washington D.C. jail and it was agreed by both branches of government that a member of the government could not effectively do their jobs while being incarcerated.

  “We think it’s best for the nation if Bob Walker were no longer the Speaker of the House,” the new Speaker stated in an interview. Mr. Walker has assembled a legal team to represent him against what will most likely be an onslaught of criminal proceedings but experts contend that based on the nature of the crimes, jail may be more preferable.

  “Let’s just say that somehow Mr. Walker is able to beat back the charges that he’s facing, this is the United States government you’re taking on. And this government is bringing over 150 separate charges against you for violating Federal laws. By the time you clear your name and get released from jail, you’re not going to have any money left after the legal fees. You’ll almost wish you could go back to prison.”

  The former Speaker has indeed been denied bail and will spend the remainder of the trial from behind bars.

  The President and his fiancée, Ms. Draper were out in Georgetown dress shopping when news of the indictments was released. The President had no comment other than to say that he was confident that the American justice system would do it’s work quickly and he was comfortable with whatever findings were released.

  “Let’s just be clear, Bob Walker threatened my fiancée with being a spy,” the President continued. “So if he gets out of jail, he better watch his back. I say he’s better off where he is right now. Safe from me.”

  The remainder of the President’s comments were then shushed by White House aides, his fiancée and other staff who did not want him to make a scene and enter into a situation that he was not a part of.

  So, ladies of Washington and America, I think while we had some hope that the most eligible bachelor in the world was back on the market, it’s probably fair to say that this time, he is well and truly gone. He’s never looked happier. She’s got a glow. And you know what? The country is on the right track. For the first time in a long time, people actually feel that things are headed in the right direction.

  It’s a great time to be an American. And here’s to
another wonderful four years.

  32

  Austin

  There's nothing sweeter than the feeling of victory … going after something—especially something where the stakes are raised and you know you have to succeed. That's the kind of victory I'm talking about, and right now, I'm basking in the glow of that.

  Well, I take back the part about victory being the sweetest thing in the world. There is one thing sweeter—I'll admit that nothing tops Ashley.

  I'm sitting in the Oval Office with Tracy and Ashley, and Tracy's giving me the details of Bob Walker's sentencing for illegal wiretapping. I'm leaning into my leather chair, my arms folded behind my head and my feet resting on top of the desk.

  "Consider it an early wedding gift," Tracy smiles.

  "I still think you should've let me get married in Vegas, like I wanted to," I say.

  She playfully slaps the palm of her hand to her forehead. "Are you kidding me, Austin? A public proposal demands a public wedding. Vegas would never work."

  Ashley chimes in, "And you can't get any more public than proposing to me in from of the entire world during a televised press conference. And there's no way I'm getting married in Vegas! I don't even know why you think that's a good idea."

  She laughs and leans over, planting a quick, playful kiss on my lips.

  "Besides," Ashley continues, "with the economy on the upswing, people want a little glamour."

  "She has a point," Tracy says. "I have to say that I agree with Ashley."

  "Oh great—so now you're both ganging up on me?" I laugh. "Two against one. That doesn't feel very fair to me."

  "Just because you've gotten the country back on track in just 100 days," Ashley says, "Doesn't mean that we can go and plan a wedding that fast. These things take time, and lots of planning."

  "And why is that? Who says we can't move quickly?" I ask. "Everyone knows that there's nothing slow about Austin Bain."

  "Is that so?" Ashley says, a devilish smile spreading across her lips. Her smile alone makes my cock fucking hard. "And tell me, just how fast does Mr. Austin Bain move?" I watch as her eyes travel to my lap.

  "What do you say I show you just how fast I am?" I grin. I'd like nothing more than to lift up the tight skirt she's wearing and bend her right over this desk.

  Ashley walks over and sits in my lap, raking her fingers through my hair. Her touch sends an electric thrill down my spine.

  "We can arrange that," she purrs.

  I look down and notice that my zipper is somehow halfway unzipped, even though I haven't touched it, and I joke with her, "See? You're so hot, even my zipper is falling for you."

  I watch as Tracy gets up from her chair. I almost forgot that she was still in the room; I've been so magnetized by Ashley.

  "Okay, okay, I think that's my cue to leave," Tracy says, waving one hand through the air dismissively, as if she's trying to shoo us out of her line of sight like annoying little house flies. "I'll leave you two alone. But do me a favor and stay off the desk, will you? It's a historical relic."

  "I don't know what you're talking about," I smile. "Do you Ashley?"

  Ashley plays along with my game. "Nope. Can't say that I do. Now, why would we even want to be on this desk?"

  "Very funny you two," Tracy says, smiling. "Play innocent all you want, but I'm not falling for it. I'm not that gullible; I wasn't born yesterday."

  All three of us share a laugh at that.

  Then Tracy walks out of the office, and as she leaves, we hear her lock the door behind her.

  As she closes the door, I realize that I really don't know what I'd do without Tracy. She's been such a huge part of my success. I make a mental reminder to myself that I need to get her something incredible as a thank you gift for everything she's done for me.

  And you want to know what the most important thing is?

  Without her, I wouldn't have Ashley in my life.

  It's her that I have to thank for that.

  "What are you thinking?" Ashley asks, wrapping her arms around my neck, and breaking through my thoughts.

  "I thought you always knew what I was thinking?" I reply.

  "Well, you're usually thinking about fucking me," she smiles. "So, I'll play the odds and guess that's exactly what's going through that head of yours."

  She rakes her hands through my hair again, and this time grabs a handful of hair and gives it a playful tug.

  Is this the end for us is probably what you’re asking, aren’t you?

  I think we’re just starting. And even though this story is almost done, don’t think we won’t pop up somewhere throughout the other books either. In fact, if you’re really clever, and keep your eyes open, you might see something fun buried in the pages of this book.

  Anyways, getting back to the the present, I look at Ashley and she’s still running her hands through my hair. She gives my hair another playful tug and this time I think of her like a cat, looking for attention.

  I laugh, wrapping my arms around her waist. I then close the little remaining distance between us, and press my lips to hers. "I love you," I whisper, my mouth resting on her ear.

  "I love you more," she purrs, and then playfully adds for emphasis, "Mr. President."

  A Note From The Author

  I hope you liked Mr. President!! Hope it kept your interest!!

  I always view novel releases like a day at the fair or something fun. At least that’s how when I buy a book, I look at it. I go to the beach, or to my balcony, with a nice tall vodka tonic and lounge chair and get ready to spend an entire afternoon.

  So even though this novel was 50,000 words, I wanted to give you some more content.

  To fulfill this goal, here is what I am providing some extra content.

  First, we will start with a copy of Client 5, which is currently out of print and unavailable anywhere else!

  Followed by a copy of Python, by Alexis Angel.

  Then I put in a copy of Scandalous, by Alexis Angel.

  This then has a copy of Man Chaser by Alexis Angel.

  And then finally a copy of Wicked Lil’ Brat by Alexis Angel.

  After that, I have two short stories.

  The 6 Train, which is a short story by Mona Cox.

  Followed by Bain Vacation, another short story.

  Both are never before seen and brand new. They will never be published anywhere else separately.

  Our goal in this is simple.

  To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.

  Thank you so much for reading!

  xoxo

  Alexis

  Client 5: A Bad Boy Next Door Dark Romance

  Client 5: A Bad Boy Next Door Dark Romance

  There isn’t a woman alive that I can’t buy…and I’m rich enough to pay.

  I knew I had to have Ashley since the night I saw her. She was so f*cking gorgeous.

  I know it’s only a matter of time before she’s mine. With my 8-pack abs, chiseled face, muscles, and tats, I’ve never met a woman whose panties didn’t melt just by looking at me.

  Take the pants off and ain't nothing in the world gonna save her from Arsen Hawke.

  Sure, she can say whatever she wants to pretend she’s got a choice.

  She can say she doesn’t fall for bad boys.

  She can try to scare me off by saying she comes with a high price tag.

  But none of that f*cking matters to me.

  Because I’ve already fallen for that curvy body of hers. For that beautiful face and soft lips. And I’ll pay anything to ravish her. Even if it means agreeing to pay the ultimate price…my heart.

  Client 5 is a full-length standalone romance with a guaranteed Happily Ever After, no cheating or cliffhangers.

  33

  Arsen

  “Oh baby, I love sucking this huge cock of yours,”
Sophie says as she runs her tongue up and down my shaft in the way that only a stripper can. “It’s getting me so fucking horny.”

  I can hear the steady beats of Lil’ John playing through the club as I look down through the glass at the main stage of the strip club. It’s a pretty crowded evening, and I idly wonder if some of the patrons—those poor, lonely schmos with no place else to be—realize that the mirrors they’re looking up at are really one-sided and that I can look down from them at any point. Including times like now, where I’m completely naked getting my cock sucked by a blonde stripper as a brunette one rubs her hands all over my body.

  But just as soon as I wonder, the brunette—I think her name is Heather?—starts twisting my nipples and I decide it’s a stupid fucking thing to wonder about and I should just concentrate on the task at hand. That task being namely to fuck the living shit out of these two strippers—new girls to the club, but definitely old hands at this game. They know what’s fucking what, that’s for sure. The moment they started at the club, I could tell they were fucking eyeing me. Deciding if it was in their best interests to fuck me or not. Could they advance their careers by boning the owner?

  Let me take a moment to fucking introduce myself, since it’s clear we haven’t met and you’re just now popping into the picture as I have my cock going in and out of one woman’s mouth and my hands roaming the fake tits of another.