Mr. President: A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiancé Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “Babe,” I whisper back at her, “I love it so much when you fucking do that.” I tell her that without thinking.

  Jesus fuck - do you see what I was about to say?

  I was about to fucking tell her I loved her.

  “I know,” she simply says, teasing me, and then sits up. Squeezing her own tits, she dances over my cock in a way only she knows how to do. I can’t think, I can’t breath; this is so fucking good that my brain is overloading with pleasure. “I love fucking you so much…” She finally admits it, and her words just make me snap. What the fuck happened with me? I was the kind of guy that laughed whenever someone mentioned the word love.

  Now, I’m almost telling this woman that I’m in love with her. But to be fair, I managed to catch myself. To say I loved fucking her.

  But that doesn’t mean when she said she loved fucking me I didn’t feel a fucking pang in my heart.

  What the fuck is going on with me?

  I’m completely over the fucking moon about a woman’s love. Has the great mysterious love actually managed to ensnare me? Yeah, I’m thinking it has. As stupid as it may sound, I think that the only reason I’ve managed to fall in love (or rather, take a nosedive into it) is the fact that I’ve found the one. Let’s just keep that between you and me, okay? I don’t want people to think that Python himself has become one of these helpless fucking romantic. I got a fucking reputation to keep up, after all.

  Destiny keeps riding me like a madwoman, all while I drift in a sea of scattered thoughts, and she takes me to the edge of cumming once more. I have to focus so hard to stop myself that I’m afraid a vein might burst inside my head. But I manage to do it, and that’s exactly the moment Destiny climaxes.

  She thrusts her hips forward, throws her head back, and screams at the top of her lungs. Her voice bounces off the walls, and it wraps itself around my brain in such a way that I almost forget where and who I am.

  I can’t just lie back, no, this goes against everything that I am. Whether she likes it or not, ol’ Austin has to show her what he can do. Without taking my cock out of her pussy, I sit down and grab her hair. She’s still cumming when I start pistoning into her, moving my hips so fast that her scream dies down and becomes a quivering moan. I’m fucking her so hard that I can already feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead. But I can go even harder.

  I lay her down and position myself so that I’m on top of her; reacting as fast as I moved, she crosses her legs behind my back and pulls me into her, urging me to go as fast as I can. She doesn’t even need to say it; I pound it her as hard as I can, my skin now covered in sweat.

  “Harder, harder…” she pants, struggling to get the words out. I’m already going as hard as I can but, somehow, her words unleash some hidden reserve of energy. I move furiously, ravaging her in such a way that this should go down as the best fuck in the history of the world. Future generations should study us so that the human race can fulfill its potential.

  “HARDER!” she screams, and I push myself past all physical limitations. I don’t even feel my body moving; I’m just one with the fucking universe right now, both our souls dancing as our bodies burn like a supernova. Sex has never been this good.

  She comes once more, clawing at my back like a leopard. She’s doing it hard enough to draw blood, but I just don’t care; right now I’m taking a deep breath and trying to get a hold of myself. My whole body is begging me for some release, but I just can’t allow it. No, not yet. I have to enjoy this until the very end, whatever it takes.

  I slide my cock out of her and, grabbing her by the waist, I make her roll to her stomach. I place her legs between mine and then, feeling her wetness with the tip of my fingers, I go for her pussy again. Lying down on top of her, I push my cock into her depths in one flowing thrust. I feel her inner walls clenching my shaft, and that just makes me reignite that furious pace.

  She’s grabbing at the sheets so hard her knuckles have turned white, and her moans have become hoarse and raspy; I’m figuring that she pushed her throat to its limit. No wonder, the way she screams deserves a prize and a million dollar check.

  I keep on ramming my cock into her until she stops moaning; she just falls silent and takes one deep breath, every single muscle in her body tensing up like a nocked arrow. Her body starts spasming as if she’s having a seizure, and I feel my own cum pushing its way up my shaft. Once more, I grit my teeth and force it back down, fuck, is this what they call tantric sex? They should have called it torture sex. Still, I just can’t help it, this is way too good.

  I slide my cock out and I just can’t fight it anymore. I curl my fingers around my throbbing shaft, and I’m ready to start stroking myself into oblivion when I hear her whisper. I focus, trying to hear what she’s saying, and then a grin takes over my lips as I finally manage to make out her words.

  “All of me…” she’s saying, “take all of me.” You heard the lady. Very well, one last effort then. One last delicious effort. I spread her cheeks wide, an uncontrollable urge taking over me as I see her hole. I grab my cock, ready to push it against her ass, but then a thought crosses my mind. I let go of my cock and, still keeping her cheeks spread wide, I lean into her.

  She sighs as she realizes what I’m about to do, and then I just do it. I slide my tongue up her crack, going over her hole, and then I do the same in a downward line. On the way back up, I make one final stop on her hole; instead of going, I just push my tongue against her ass, sliding it in her. She squirms as I begin licking her ass, and I do it as if I’m possessed by the fucking God of Sex himself. I savor her like I never did before, and I do it until I just can’t control myself anymore; I pull back, grab my cock, and go for it.

  Pushing my cock against her gaping hole, I slide my shaft down into her ass. She’s so fucking tight that my insides clench, a wildfire raging inside my head. By the time my whole cock is inside of her, I can barely think straight. I just start rocking my hips unconsciously, my eyes closed as I succumb to a whirlwind of electric ecstasy.

  Time passes by me without leaving a trace, and I don’t even know how much time has gone by since I started fucking her tight ass. We’re both covered in sweat, and I know that my time is coming. I’m on the verge of drowning in pleasure, and this time there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop it. This time I’ll be consumed by ecstasy and, fuck it, it’s about time.

  The moment I feel her ass gripping my cock like a fucking voice, there’s no stopping me. My cock starts pulsing violently and I spray her insides with a vengeance. She comes at the same time, somehow managing to scream as if her throat wasn’t exhausted from the effort. She really doesn’t know any limitations.

  She’s still screaming out when I take my cock out of her ass. I grab it as a fountain of cum gushes onto her back. I can’t take my eyes off of her body as my semen covers every single inch of her skin, dripping down her sides and spoiling the sheets.

  Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I stroke myself, long strands of my white juices flying from my cock and onto her. She rolls on her back to face me and, the moment she does it, I hit her straight in the face with my semen. She just grins and opens her mouth wide, and I take aim, filling her up to the brim.

  My heart is racing like a motherfucker as I see my own cum dripping down her chin, her mouth so full that she simply can’t hold it all inside her mouth. I keep on exploding like a fucking geyser until there’s not a single drop of semen inside of me, and only then do I let go of my cock.

  “Fuck,” I breathe out, still unblinking; I just can’t take my eyes off of her. She’s completely covered in white, her skin glistening as my juices reflect the dim lights in the room. I lean into her, still breathing hard, and just press my mouth against hers. I push my tongue inside her mouth, running it around her tongue as I savor the saltiness of my own cum. We’re kissing in a feverish state, completely possessed by something so supernatural that I can’t be sure this isn’t really a dream. Well, fuck, if this is a d
ream, I sure as hell don’t want to wake up. Just let me sleep forever.

  “I don’t know what you’ve done to me…” I say, looking into her smart eyes as I pull back from our cum-filled kiss. “But I’ll never be the same after you…” I don’t think I’ve ever said anything that felt as half-real as what I just said. I can’t imagine a life without Destiny by my side, not anymore.

  “Who said there’s going to be an after me?” she whispers, a tender smile on her lips. She looks so fucking sweet right now, still glowing from the pleasure racing through her veins. But she’s right; there’s not going to be an after. From the moment our eyes met the first time, I knew I was in for something special… Now I know what that something really is: a whole life of love.

  And dirty sex, of course.

  I just have to find a way to tell her how I feel.

  Why am I so fucking worried about that?

  78

  Out and About - New York City

  Bringing you the skinny on the hottest attractions in and around Gotham…

  New Yorkers were stunned today to learn that famed gentlemen's club Dirty Destiny's was raided by NYPD in a broad business-hour assault that arrested many of the dancers and patrons but failed to locate Destiny Renee, the controversial owner of the club.

  "For some time now, Dirty Destiny's has been a front for organized crime and prostitution," announced Police Commissioner Lester Vicks during a live press conference. "Today's raid was designed to remove the blight that it was putting on the surrounding community. We hope that with the police action that shut this club down, New Yorkers will now be living in a cleaner, safer city."

  Over the years, Dirty Destiny's has become a New York cultural institution. Founded by noted porn star Destiny Renee, the club has had a short but colorful history.

  It's played host to world leaders and celebrities, and created a cross-roads between the worlds of politics, sex, money, and celebrity.

  Destiny Renee, the 26-year-old founder of the club, was last seen in the club at the time of the raid but was not apprehended by police.

  "We believe that this woman is at large in the community," Lester Price announced. "She is armed and should be considered to be extremely dangerous. If anyone has any information on her whereabouts, please contact the NYPD."

  Many long-time community residents expressed skepticism at the NYPD raid however, with several business owners stating that they had seen Lester Vicks frequenting the club on many occasions.

  Other community residents also recalled the efforts of Dirty Destiny's to add to the surrounding neighborhood, with charity food drives, neighborhood cleanup programs, as well as business alliances.

  "I don't really see organized crime and Destiny Renee going together," a local merchant commented when asked about the raid. "Organized crime and Lester Vicks? I can actually see that happening more."

  79

  Destiny

  Sixty-seven.

  Dirty Destiny has been closed for sixty-seven straight days, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s going to ever open its doors again. I think of it day and night and, if it weren’t for Austin, I don’t think I’d be able to sleep at all.

  I tried calling Lester but, of course, that didn’t solve a thing. “I warned you,” he told me, and I could almost sense his satisfaction over the line. “You should've taken me more seriously, babe,” he continued, going off on an endless monologue about how I was covering for Austin and how I was being a complete fool for trusting a man like him.

  “You know what I feel about you, Destiny. Just cooperate and I’ll make it alright… Trust me and I’ll make it worth your while.” Those were his last words to me, and you can already imagine what I did; I hung up on him, seething at his arrogance. He ruins my business, messes with my girls, and then has the nerve to ask me for my help again? “Fuck you, Lester,” I told him right before I slammed the phone down.

  It’s not like I could help him, even if I wanted to. I’ve never seen Strokes or whatever her name is again, and Austin isn’t talking about her.

  Not that it worries me, even if I knew where she is, I wouldn’t tell Lester. I don’t care about what he does, I’m not helping him, even if that means my ruin. And let me tell you, since he closed down my club that ruin seems like the perfect word for what’s happening.

  The first few days after Lester shut us down were the hardest ones. I barely left Austin’s house, completely glued to the TV and the laptop, soaking every bit of information I could get. Most of the girls working under me managed to get away and I owe that to Lux, but some of them were held up at the police station for days. It seems that Lester tried really hard to screw me over; he checked for work visas, immigration status, and all kinds of STD tests. Of course, in the end he got nothing. I didn’t open Dirty Destiny to make a quick buck; I did it because I knew how the industry worked, and I thought that women needed a safe place where could they could work, make money, and still keep a regular life. Sure, it helped that I made a lot of money with the club, but that wasn’t really the main purpose behind it.

  And now that bastard is stepping all over my dream. You wanna know how much money I invested in that club?

  Yeah, let’s not even go there, hun. Let’s just say it’s more than 99 cents, or 2.99 if you bought this book at full price.

  Twelve.

  That’s how many proper dates Austin and I have had. No strip clubs or bars; we agreed on that pretty early.

  Lester is very probably still keeping tabs on us, so we’re trying to keep it low profile. We've been going out for dinner just like a regular couple, and we’ve gone to the movies. Can you imagine it? A man like Austin, who calls himself Python, capable of making women’s panties drippy with just one look, taking me to the movies.

  In the end, I think it were those little things that made me fall more and more for him. In those moments I could see that, beyond the bright lights and the stages, there could be a future for us. I know, I know… Is Destiny falling in love?, you’re probably thinking. As much as it is out of character for me, I guess that yeah… I’m falling for Austin.

  Look, it’s not a conscious choice, okay?

  It’s just… I don’t know. I can’t put it into words; I never felt something quite like this.

  I find myself waking up in the middle of the night, anxious about Dirty Destiny’s future, and then I just look to the side and there he is: sleeping peacefully by my side. And, just like that, all anxiety goes away and everything’s perfect.

  At least as perfect as it can be with you know, my career in ruins.

  Of course, it also helps that whenever I wake up during the night, Austin tends to wake up as well. And when that happens, what follows is pretty clear cut. You probably don’t need me to tell you exactly what I’m talking about, right?

  You’ve probably pieced it together by now too; I’m living in Austin’s apartment. I mean, it’s just for the time being. He doesn’t want me all by myself in my apartment, now that Lester has spun out of control.

  Sure, I protested at first, but it was like fighting with a fucking brick wall.

  But you wanna know something? Can’t tell him though, okay?

  Well, I didn’t want to look like I was over the moon when he asked me to move in, but, yeah, I was completely over the moon when he asked me.

  In fact, he didn’t even ask; he told me. “You’re moving here,” were his exact words.

  Since then my sex life has evolved into something out of a porn movie. And, God, I used to work in porn…so you go figure how crazy that is.

  I mean, I just never expected that it could be real, you know? Loving the same man that gets me so drippy and shoots me into orbit.

  But it seems like it is; I mean, we have fucked everywhere in this house.

  Kitchen? Check.

  Balcony? Check.

  Bedrooms? Check, check, and check.

  Yeah, I could go on and on, but you know where I’m going with this.

  The
best time was when he cooked for me. He left Maverick running Python and stayed home with me that night. I wasn’t expecting it, really; he’s usually so busy. But he showed up during the middle of the afternoon, carrying a bag. “Wear it tonight,” he told me with a grin.

  As I was preparing myself for our homemade dinner, I looked through the bags and fished out a racy red lace thong, a matching bra and stockings. I wore a tight fitting dress, the hemline just above my knee; I wanted to hide the sexy underwear under something classier… I wanted it to be a big reveal.

  He prepared a mouth-watering carbonara and we went through his private wine cellar. I don’t even want to think about the price of the Cabernet Sauvignon we popped open. We finished the bottle by the balcony, taking in the sight of New York, the city sprawling with its bright streets and never-ending turmoil. In that moment, standing by his side, I really felt at home… And, let me tell you, I haven’t felt like that in years.

  “Fuck me. Right here,” I said, turning to him and placing my glass down. He didn’t even say a word; he just pulled me into his embrace, kissing me as he squeezed my ass. I ended up with my hands curled around the balcony railing, my torn dress at my feet as Austin pounded into me. I came twice like that, and then we moved inside the apartment; I went on all fours on top of his couch and he drilled me until I came twice more. When he finally came, he almost drowned me in his cum. Seriously.

  Okay, look, I’m not trying to make you jealous. I’m just telling it as it is. Sorry if I’m going into the details, but I tend to forget myself whenever I’m thinking of Austin and his twelve-inch python-sized cock.