Mr. President: A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiancé Romance

by Alexis Angel

  His spasms dying down, I slowly peel my fingers off of his cock. I lean forward, reaching for his shaft with my tongue and licking it dry as I lock eyes with him. When I’m done, he joins me on the floor, kneeling in front of me; he places his hands on my chest, smearing his cum all over me as he squeezes my tits hard. His hands slide over my soaked body easily, his own semen acting as lubricant.

  “This, everyday. For the rest of our lives,” he tells me, his expression one of love and wickedness. “That’s what I want.”

  “No,” I tell him, struggling to get the words out as my lungs work hard to get the air in. “That’s what I want.”

  “And that’s exactly what you’ll have,” he responds, leaning toward me and laying his lips on mine. I brush my tongue against his lips, and he sucks it eagerly, cleaning it of the cum that covers it.

  “I’ll hold you to that promise, Arsen.”

  “You better.”

  This right here… This is perfection. Happiness. And if I can have it, anyone can. Just make sure that if you want to go on a quest for a perfect man to stay away from Arsen Hawke… This man right here is mine, just mine. And I’m just his. And that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be.

  Happy endings—oh, yes, they are very real.

  60

  Epilogue - Ashley

  “Hi, I’m Tricia Loomis with Good Morning Manhattan, and today I’m at the company headquarters of Hawkelane Media Inc. where we catch up with two of New York City’s most dynamic and successful couples, Arsen and Ashley Hawke,” the news reporter says, standing in the center of the product display room.

  Is it me, or is she being slightly condescending?

  I’m in the product display room today of Hawkelane Media because Arsen and I are being interviewed by the television show Good Morning Manhattan regarding the runaway success of a revamped adult entertainment company.

  Oh right, I may have forgotten to explain, this is one year after that evening at Del Frisco’s. In case you were wondering, my showing up actually was for the best. That’s right. I didn’t come in and ruin everything.

  Actually, Mr. Mozorov couldn’t have been more understanding about it. Once he understood that Simulated Pleasures was only profitable because of me, and that I was going away, he lost complete interest in the phone sex outfit. When he realized that a majority of the profits had been created because Arsen was calling me, he also began to shy away from the industry in general. But through it all he was a very charismatic and friendly old Russian man. It was kind of surreal actually, one moment listening to him as to how he was going to bankrupt hundreds of women into sexual slavery and the next moment hearing him tell us stories of his growing up in St. Petersburg during the age of Perestroika.

  But that was a year ago. Arsen and I were together. And back then, that was all that mattered. Its all that matters today, too. After that night where we were reunited, there was seriously at least a month or two where I wanted to be by his side every minute of the day. We had sex like five times a day until both of us were worn out.

  But once that period ended, Arsen looked at me one day as we lay in bed after having a marvelous afternoon lovemaking session. I was still breathing heavily with my face nestled on his chest when I felt him play with my hair and move my head slightly so he could look me in the eyes.

  “What do you think I should do with the last piece of Dad’s legacy?” he asked.

  I looked hard at him. “Well, have your reasons for selling it changed?”

  Arsen shrugged at me. “I used to feel that there was something wrong with openly hawking this stuff and that’s why Mom wasn’t around, even if she was dead,” he said. “But I get it now that this brings happiness to people’s lives. With my MBA, I could easily make Dad’s operation viable again,” he said.

  I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at him. This is the man that I had fallen in love with. “And with my Art History degree, I could handle most of the creative branding,” I told him.

  “You wouldn’t want to work the lines?” he asked me with a smirk.

  I used my free hand to tickle him. He squirmed, and I moved lower. Without realizing it, my free hand grabbed onto his cock, and I began to squeeze it.

  Within minutes, the idea of a reborn Hawke Media Group was being consummated quite noisily on that bed.

  “Mr. Hawke, your company has really blazed a trail forward in bringing adult oriented entertainment even more mainstream than it has ever been. Many people call you a visionary. Others call you a smut peddler like your father with fancier technology. What are your comments to them?” the reporter asks Arsen as the news camera points to him. I’m standing to the side, content to let Arsen take the interview.

  But he doesn’t listen to my directions.

  “I couldn’t have done it without the help of my wife, Ashley,” he says, gesturing towards me. I gasp as the news camera swivels and takes a picture of me. “She’s the one that had the idea for a FaceTime app for our services, a Skype app, and a Facebook Live daily feed. She’s really harnessed social media.”

  “Mrs. Hawke, any comments?” Tricia the reporter asks, looking at me. She’s looking triumphant. I don’t understand why she wants to make us uncomfortable.

  I’m frozen. I wasn’t expecting to be put on the spot.

  It’s true though on some level. Every time we had brainstorming sessions for what to do next, Arsen could execute like nothing else, but he came to rely on me for ideas. But I need to be honest, if it weren’t for his questioning, I would have never have gotten the juices flowing to come up with the idea. And before you start snickering, that’s mental juices, okay? Oh my God, talk about mind in the gutter.

  “It’s more of a back and forth between Arsen and I that results in some of the ideas that we have coming to me,” I tell the camera sweetly, belying my thumping heart at being on television for millions. “If he weren’t asking the right questions, I wouldn’t be coming up with the ideas.”

  “How did you come up with the idea to partner with Oculus Rift to provide on-demand virtual reality re-enactments of popular romance e-books?” Tricia asks.

  “Oh, that’s easy,” Arsen says and the camera swivels back to him. “We were in the shower together, and having some fun, when I said everyone should be so lucky to have someone so good at…” Arsen trails off as he realizes just what he’s done. Tricia has a wide smile on her face, with a gotcha grin. Arsen’s just embarrassed himself on live television. This is what reporters live for.

  But not if I can help it.

  Taking a deep breath and summoning every last bit of courage I have, I take several steps over to my husband. The man I married six months ago in a wedding that the New York Journal called ‘the Social Event of the Year’.

  I wrap my arm around Arsen’s and take my hand and move his face over to mine. He looks at me, and I smile at him. He see’s into my soul through my eyes – and I think he realizes that together, nothing can stop us.

  That’s when I look to the camera.

  “Arsen and I were having sex in the shower,” I say without any trace of embarrassment and I see Tricia the reporter gasp. “He was fucking me so good doggiestyle, when he said to me that if everyone had someone like me in their lives who could fuck so good then a lot of the problems in the world would be solved.”

  “Uh-uhm, right…” Tricia says, starting to visibly sweat.

  “That’s when I pulled out and got on my knees and began to suck him off,” I say to Tricia, making sure to look her directly in the eyes. “And I started saying what if we had a movie that went along with a dirty book. And then what if we could somehow take the step of creating that world one step further for people. And that’s how Naughty Realities was born. From shower sex.”

  Tricia is visibly sweating. She didn’t expect me to get this raw. It’s only 8 am on the East Coast. People are still getting up.

  “Although,” I say sweetly, giving the reporter a break. “If there’s anyone else in th
is world we rely on more than anything else, it’s Arsen’s lawyer and his beautiful wife and my good friend, Yasmine.”

  Gerard and Yasmine smile from where they’re seated at the couch. They’ve just been married a month ago. It shows in how close they sit and the fact that they can’t stop touching one another.

  The interview continues for a little bit longer, mainly with Gerard and Arsen answering questions on the business end. How the proliferation of high-tech phone sex has created a new industry in America. How readily accessible virtual erotic encounters have literally taken the fight out of ISIS when used successfully. And how the future looks for Hawkelane Media.

  “Things are looking up,” Arsen says, looking at me as he smiles.

  I look down. There’s a tent beginning to form in his trousers. I smile. Looking up indeed.

  Within minutes, the interview closes and Tricia and her cameraman are out the door. Gerard and Yasmine follow soon after.

  Arsen and I eventually make our way to his office, where he closes the door as I pull myself into him and kiss him.

  I can feel my breasts mash against his hard body. I can feel his hands squeeze my ass and I gasp as a finger travels lightly over the opening to my pussy.

  Unfortunately, I’m going to have to leave you here. Don’t worry, I’m not kicking you out. You haven’t seen enough yet. There’s plenty more to come. Don’t you ever worry about that.

  There’s always more to cum.

  Client 5 Done! On To Python!

  So, Client 5 is one of the publications that I pulled from availability. I wanted people who read this book to have something special.

  Next is 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

  Python

  Python: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

  I got a 12 inch python and I’m gonna hide it in your bush…

  There’s not a woman alive able to tame me. You won’t be the first to try. You won’t be the last to fail.

  You won’t get past my 8-pack abs, rugged face, and ripped body.

  Let’s not forget the name of this book.

  Once you see my python twitch, your mouth will go dry.

  It’ll get thicker and you’ll want to touch it.

  It’ll change it’s color and you’ll want to taste it.

  And once you do…

  My venom will shoot inside of you.

  And drive you mad.

  That’s the power of the Python, baby.

  **Come join Alexis Angel in this full-length standalone romance. No cliffhanger but it’s going to be a scorcher with scenes of MF, MFMM, and very mild FMF. HEA? You know it, babe.**

  61

  Austin

  "UNNNNGGH," comes the lewd moan of Melissa as she closes her eyes and pants. She's feeling my finger rub roughly against the nub of her clit, pressing down on it and squirming, making her mind blow up.

  Yeah, I fucking know what I'm doing to her. I'm getting her wetter than she was just a second ago.

  The pleasure that I'm sending through her makes her arch her head. Her skirt and thong are lying on the floor of the private booth that we're in.

  But the other two girls to the right and left of her take a moment to bring their faces lower.

  That's Josie on the right. And Lisa on the left.

  Josie sticks her tongue out and licks up my shaft. Lisa sticks her tongue out too, but she runs it lightly over the underside of my head and then on my slit.

  "Fucking Christ, Josie," I say, throwing my head back. "That feels fucking good."

  "Good, because that was me," Lisa says. I look down at her. She's giving me her sexiest stare. She's still wearing her bra, but fuck that. I'm not sure I want to fuck her just yet, especially while her lips are wrapped around the tip of my cock and she begins to bob her head back and forth.

  My hands have retracted from Melissa's clit and she's now mewling and sucking on my balls along with Josie.

  I watch as the two of them find their mouths coming closer together near my nuts.

  Before I know it, their tongues are playing with each other; their hands are caressing each other, and they're sharing a kiss.

  God, that's so fucking hot. I mean, the whole girl-on-girl thing is hot too, sure.

  But just the raw sexual nature of what's going on in here.

  Outside, these women are prim and proper. Josie is a fucking lawyer for Kane Price. She does contracts and litigation all fucking day. Melissa is a nurse practitioner at NYU Langone Hospital. And Lisa is a Professor.

  But they made the trip out here to Queens, to come to Python—my club. And they followed directions. They left their inhibitions at the fucking door.

  They drank the tequila shots from the crotches of my ripped waiters. They danced. And they fucking had a good time.

  So it's no surprise that when I walked into the club for the night, I saw the three of them and I knew I needed to at least go say hello.

  Oh, fuck.

  Where the hell are my own manners?

  So, I actually know who you are. I knew who you were when you downloaded the book based on the device data that you're using. Don't ask me to fucking explain that; it's too complicated.

  And you actually know who I am too, darlin. Well, unless you live under a fucking rock I guess.

  My name is Austin Price.

  Don't gasp. Yes, I'm really that Austin. And no, I'm not 8 feet tall like they fucking say. I didn't wrestle five mountain lions and climb the Empire State Building.

  Sure I'm a badass, but that shit that people say about me is just crazy.

  I think it's because they think I'm some kind of god amongst men. Maybe they're fucking thinking that with my 6' 4" frame, my bronzed skin, my 8-pack washboard abs, and ripped physique I'm some kind of fucking sex god.

  Okay, I can understand that. Yeah, I guess you could say I qualify as a sex god. But babe, my fucking soulful blue eyes—they're so deep that you'll get lost in them—and my strong jawline and warm smile will have you falling in fucking love fast, even as I fuck you.

  That's what's happening to Melissa, Josie, and Lisa. They started out with a dare for Melissa. It was her birthday. Lisa came up with the dare that Melissa should try and unzip me with her mouth. Well, it was a little too successful. Before I knew it, that warm, sweet mouth was engulfing my cock and I was sighing.

  Oh yeah, Melissa was sucking my cock good. But she couldn't deep throat me all the way. It's alright. Not too many women can.

  I mean, come on, you know what I'm packing. It's been in the papers. It's been online. I've got a fucking 12-inch trouser snake swinging between my legs. A foot of lust muscle to take you to fucking paradise.

  That's how Lisa and Josie, after trading looks that basically said fuck it, decided to get in on the action.

  I mean, how could you sit there and watch me get a blowjob and not get fucking hot? My 12 inches of veiny, throbbing, cock standing upright like the fucking Washington Monument. With the spit that the girls were putting on it, it glistened under the lights of the club.

  Yeah, how the fuck could you not get turned on by that?

  But then again, they were hot the moment they came into this club. That
was the real thing. There was no way you could come into Python and not get turned on.

  Because you see, Python is a different sort of nightclub.

  It's a different sort of world.

  You probably think based on what you know about me that I'm some shady guy with a ripped body and a big cock, I bet. That's from everything you've heard about me.

  But there's more.

  Sure, I used to do porn. I did a lot of porn back in the day. All male-female contemporary stuff. I posed on romance covers for my boy Eddie Cleveland and Mona Cox. But I really got famous with Hawkelane Media and their direct video chat sex lines. That's what really started bringing in the money once Arsen Hawke got married and started to modernize the company with his wife.

  But did you know that before porn I went to fucking college?

  That's right.

  I graduated from Iowa State with a Bachelors in something I don't fucking remember. I wasn't really feeling working for someone my whole life. That's when my buddy got shot and almost died in Afghanistan. And so I spent four years over in the Middle East, killing terrorists and helping innocent people get out from under the yoke of fucking ISIS.

  Came back and crashed with my buddy in New York for a couple of days. During that time we went to a party where Arsen met me.

  Sized me up real good. We started doing shots of Jamo. Started fucking talking. He was s sharp dude. Straight talker. No fucking bullshit.

  Just like me.

  Arsen told me if I worked hard, did my hustle right, that there was money in video sex chat.

  I gave it a go. Worked my fucking ass off. Went from on demand sex chat to online streaming.

  And boy was I fucking successful.

  You probably remember my face on the cover of Time Magazine when I became the highest paid male actor, and then the next year when I became just hands down the highest paid person in porn, period.