Mr. President: A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiancé Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “Fuck,” I hiss and, at the same time, she curls her fingers around my thickness. Stroking and sucking at the same time, I know that this time there will be no stopping her; she’s going to go all the way, and I’m going to cum inside that pretty mouth of hers. Which sounds fucking perfect, if you ask me.

  I’m gritting my teeth now and, as my heart starts to drum so fast it might explode anytime, I feel a storm of ecstasy looming on the horizon of my mind.

  Then, as if to ruin the moment, I hear Lorna’s voice.

  “Mason?” She knocks on the door but, without even bothering to wait for an answer, opens it and steps inside. What the fuck?

  I sit straight in my chair, placing my elbows on the surface of the desk and trying to hide Becca from sight. From where she’s standing, there’s no way Lorna can see what’s happening, or so I fucking hope.

  Like the devil she is, Becca doesn’t stop what she’s doing. It’s exactly the opposite; she starts to bob her head up and down even more fiercely, ravaging my whole length with her mouth while her mother steps inside my office.

  “What do you want?” I ask Lorna in a terse way, looking up at her. She’s wearing a tight black dress, one that hugs all of her curves in an enticing way. For a woman her age, she’s still a fucking hot one. If it wasn’t for her little power plays and fucking horrid character, I would have fucked her a long time ago. As it is, I can’t be bothered by her. There’s no bigger turnoff than realizing that a woman is trying to play you for her personal gain.

  “I just came to check up on you,” she tells me in a soft tone, walking toward me and, ignoring the chair there, sitting on top of the desk. She crosses her legs as she sits, the hemline of her dress sliding up her leg and revealing a hint of inner thigh. Fuck, she couldn’t have picked a worst time to try and fucking seduce me.

  She reaches for me, laying her hand on top of mine, and smiles. “I know things haven’t exactly been working out between the two of us… And I want to make amends,” she purrs, squeezing my fingers with hers. I know what kind of amends she has in mind, and I’m fucking sure it has nothing to do with making things right. She’s a shrewd and calculating woman, and I’d bet my whole fucking fortune that she just wants to fuck me to consolidate her position as my fucking wife. Too bad that I’m already busy with consolidating my position with her daughter.

  “I’m busy, Lorna,” I tell her with ice in my voice. Trying hard to keep an expression of calmness, even though there’s a storm raging under my skin. I reach for the folders sitting on my desk and start to stack them together. I have no idea what I’m doing; I’m just trying to look as if I’m busy. She isn’t giving up this easily though.

  “Maybe you could unwind a little,” she purrs, grabbing the hem of her dress and hiking up her outer thigh, revealing the tiny string of thong that laces her outer thigh. Fucking hell, I can’t believe this is happening right now. “ I know I could…”

  “Look, Lorna,” I start, taking a deep breath as Becca pushes her mouth all the way down my shaft and holds her position, my glans pressed tight against the back of her throat. I deserve a fucking Oscar for the performance I’m putting on for Lorna right now. “I appreciate you coming here and all… But I have lots of work to do, as you can see,” I continue, shuffling papers around. Right now, I can’t even read what’s written in any of them. I’m using all of my brain power to maintain a straight face, and that’s already as fucking consuming as anything could ever be.

  “Work can wait,” she insists, taking her fingers to her shoulder and pushing down one strap of her dress. It droops over her arm, the curve of her right breast revealing itself to me. My eyes dart to her cleavage, but I force myself to look away. She realizes it, and I notice a flash of anger in her eyes. She’s trying hard to get me interested, and it’s not fucking working.

  “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, Becca bobbing her head so fast that I can barely see anything in front of me. I try and make it look as if I’ve found something in my papers that I didn’t like, but I don’t know if Lorna’s buying my performance right now. Lucky for me, she’s more preoccupied with her own performance than she is with mine.

  “Come on, Mason…” she continues, pushing down the other strap and revealing the outer edges of her bra. She’s done with being coy; now she’s moving hard, and won’t stop until I shoot her down as loud and clear as I can. Fuck. Well, I guess it’s only fair that I can’t fuck my stepdaughter without a few hiccups along the way.

  I look down at my papers and, frowning as if I'm deep in concentration, I try to ignore Lorna as hard as I can. Like fucking Satan, she places both her legs on top of the desk and spreads them wide; unable to restrain myself, I look up, taking in the sight of her thong. There’s a wet patch there and I realize that, even though this is probably nothing more than a power play, she really wants me to fuck her.

  “Lorna,” I repeat her name, putting the papers down and pursing my lips. Becca has taken her mouth off my cock now, and she’s using one hand to stroke me while, with the other, she caresses my balls and rolls them around her fingers. I feel my whole body tensing up, and I have to take a deep breath to stop it from showing. If Lorna finds out Becca is under the table, she’s going to raise hell and use that as ammo to get whatever she wants. I have to be fucking careful now; I’m walking on thin ice here. “I’m working,” I tell her curtly, trying to pretend that I’m pissed off at her interruption.

  “You’ve said that already,” she hisses at me, barely able to hide the anger in her voice. “But I don’t believe you’re the kind of man too busy for women, are you?” she continues, placing her open hand on her thong and rubbing her own pussy.

  “You don’t know me, don’t pretend that you do,” I shoot back, my insides clenching as I feel Becca’s lips on my cock once again.

  “Oh, I do know you, Mason,” she purrs, all anger fading away from her voice. She’s acting, I know it, but she’s pretty convincing. “I know just enough to know that you can’t resist a tight pussy… And I’m tight. Very tight.”

  Not as much as Becca, I think, trying to stop myself from grinning. Even though I try, I can’t stop the corner of my lips from curling into a half-smile. Taking that as encouragement, she grabs her thong and flicks it to the side, showing me her rosy wet pussy. Fuck, I can’t believe this is fucking happening.

  “Lorna, don’t make me repeat myself,” I tell her harshly. “I’m working. Get out of my office. Right now.” I ball my hands into fists and place them on top of my papers, looking into her eyes.

  Her seductive expression fades away from her face and, letting go of her pussy, she closes her legs and gets down from the desk. Straightening the front of her dress, she looks at me with disdain, anger flashing in her eyes. Lorna isn’t a woman used to being turned down, and I bet that she can harbor a grudge better than anyone.

  Without bothering to say a thing, she simply smirks at me and turns on her heels. You’ll regret this, her eyes seem to tell me, but I don’t give a fuck. Right now, I’m on the verge of cumming, and all I want is for her to get the fuck out of my office. Becca knows that I’m close and, acting mischievously, she starts to suck with a renewed spirit, moving fast but careful enough to not make a sound.

  As Lorna reaches the door and grabs the handle, I can’t stop myself; pleasure explodes inside of me and I come like a fucking geyser. My cock spasms violently, pushing down on Becca’s tongue, and my load gushes inside of her delicious mouth. Still with my hands balled into fists, my fingernails dig into the palm of my hands with enough strength to draw blood. My muscles are so tense that they might just snap, and that’s exactly when Lorna turns around and throws me one final look of contempt.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. I grit my teeth as hard as I can, returning her look with a blank expression as I do my best to hide the fact that, right now, I’m cumming my fucking brains out.

  Finally, she turns on her heels and leaves, slamming the door behind her. The moment I hear the sound of the door clos
ing, I lean against the chair and throw my head back, groaning loudly and placing my hands on top of Becca’s head.

  I look down at her and grin, seeing how my cum is already dripping down her chin. Her mouth is brimming with semen, but she keeps her lips tightly wrapped around my thickness, not letting go.

  When the last spasms of my cock finally die out, she slowly rolls her lips back and allows my cock to pop out of her mouth. She purses her lips, keeping all of my cum inside, and gets up, sitting on my lap and lacing my neck with both her arms. With a smile, she opens her mouth and shows me all the cum that I’ve gushed inside of her, acting like a girl who wants to make her man proud.

  “This was fucking insane, baby girl,” I tell her, still breathing so hard that my lungs are hurting from the effort. Smiling at my words, she throws her head back and swallows; I look at her in a trance, watching how the muscles in her neck move as my semen goes down her throat.

  “It was,” she whispers, leaning into me and pressing her lips on mine. I close my eyes as I feel the wetness in her lips, the salty flavor of my own seed inundating me at once. “I couldn’t stop,” she smiles, pulling back from my kiss and looking into my eyes. Smiling back, I start laying gentle kisses on her chin, scooping up the strands of cum that made their way there. I’m not even thinking about what I’m doing; I’m just doing, acting on pure instinct.

  I couldn’t stop, her words echo inside of my head, and I realize that those words represent everything about this fucked up situation; even though we’re in the wrong, we can't stop.

  And, fuck, I don’t even want to stop.

  178

  Becca

  Locked away in my cramped office, I don’t even notice the hours passing by. When I look up at the clock on the wall, it already marks 9 pm. I lean back against my chair and take a deep breath, rubbing my eyes. I’ve been sitting here for God knows how long, looking over all the incongruences I’ve found in the papers Mason gave me. I can’t quite put my finger on what’s going on, but there’s something fishy about the company my mother wants him to invest in.

  But, right now, I need a break. I get up from my chair and head out of my small office, stepping out into the corridor. I go straight for the coffee machine at the end of the corridor, and that’s when I realize that Mason is already there, leaning against the wall and sipping on a cup while he looks at something on his cellphone. When he notices me walking toward him, he raises his eyes from his phone and smiles at me.

  “Working late?” he asks, his smile telling me that he hasn’t forgotten about what happened a few hours ago. I know I should have stopped whatever it is that’s going on between him and I, but I just can’t. It’s stronger than me. Even though we’re heading toward a dark place, I can’t resist it.

  “Going over a few documents,” I respond, smiling back at him. When I close the distance between the two of us, Mason has already gotten me a cup of coffee out of the machine. He gives it to me and, as I grab the cup, my hand brushes against his. His warmness spreads to my fingers and I feel my insides clenching, the memories of his cock deep inside my mouth bubbling up to the surface. I could do it all over again, right now; I’d just go down on my knees, unbutton his pants, and take his long shaft inside my mouth until he came again. Still, even though I’m walking down the devil’s road, there’s some self-restraint inside of me.

  “A hard worker,” he says, that gentle smile on his lips. “I like that… I like that a lot,” he continues, and I suspect that he prefers me to work hard when I’m on my knees, his fat cock between my lips. To be honest, I prefer to work hard that way as well. As fun as it is to look at spreadsheets and graphs all day, nothing beats having a cock as thick as Mason’s buried deep inside of your mouth. Hey, I’m just being honest here; don’t judge.

  “You know I always do my best effort,” I purr at him, leaning back against the wall.

  “You never disappoint, no,” he nods, mischievousness flickering behind his eyes.

  “Well… You’re my boss and my stepfather. I’d hate to disappoint you,” I continue, running my tongue over my lips.

  “I feel the same. I don’t want to disappoint you as well.” With that, he takes one step toward me, placing his cup of coffee on the small round table flanking the machine. I do the same, placing my cup next to his.

  “I can’t really complain,” I purr again, “at least so far.”

  “Let’s hope there will be no reasons for a complaint,” he whispers, closing the distance between us. His body is now just a few inches away from mine, and I can already feel my heart racing. Then, moving slow but steadily, he places his hand on my knee and runs it up to my inner thigh, gently hiking up my skirt. I remain in place, unmoving as his fingers make their way toward my pussy; by the time he touches me there, his hand between my thighs, I’m already wet and anxious for his touch.

  I bite my lower lip, looking into his eyes as he presses his hand against my wetness.

  “I’ve been thinking of… returning the favor,” he whispers, leaning in and brushing his lips against my ear. My insides start to burn up as I start to imagine what he has on his mind. “Would you like that, baby girl?” I nod, trying to find something to say, as his grin widens.

  “Is that why you’re on my floor…? Or do you just prefer the coffee up here?” I ask him, anticipation boiling under my skin.

  “What do you think…?” he says, and anticipation turns into desire inside my mind. Suddenly realizing that I need it to happen, and that I need it now, I grab his wrist and make him take his hand out from between my thighs. With a lewd expression on my face, I grab him by the hand and start walking down the corridor and toward my office, leading him.

  He comes after me without saying a single word and, when we finally step inside the office, he shuts the door with his foot and then turns toward it, reaching for the key. As I hear the key turning on its lock, my insides clench and I feel my nipples hardening and straining against the cups of my bra. Here we go.

  With that devilish grin on his face, Mason places his hands on my waist and pushes me back until my ass cheeks are pressed against the edge of my desk. He forces me to sit up on it and, taking his hands to my knees, he forces me to spread my legs. His fingers run from my knees to my inner thighs, and I tremble as I feel his fingertips brushing against my groin. Then he flattens the palm of his hand against my drenched thong. One tenuous moan leaves my lips and, with his free hand, he grabs at my hair and yanks on it.

  “What are you going to do to me?” I ask him, locking my eyes on his as I feel myself growing even wetter.

  “I’m going to devour you, baby girl” he responds without a moment’s hesitation. “I’m going to kneel and, using only my mouth, I’m going to make you moan and scream. I’ll make you come with my tongue, and I’ll leave you burning for more.” As he speaks, he takes his hand off of my pussy and, grabbing at my blouse, starts to unbutton it with clockwork precision. I almost forget to breathe as he pulls the blouse down my arms, letting it fall to the floor.

  Pressing his body against mine, he stands up between my parted legs. His hands are on my waist, and he starts to slide his right one over my stomach and toward my breasts. Once there, he runs one finger between my tits and, hooking it on the right cup of my bra, he pulls it down and bares my hard nipple. He’s moving slowly, and I realize that he’s doing exactly what I did to him; he’s teasing and torturing me. And I’m okay with it, oh, I really, really am.

  Circling my rosy tip with his index finger, he never actually touches it; his finger just goes around it, drawing close but never going for it. When he finally touches my nipple, he pinches it between his thumb and index finger, squeezing it gently but then building up the pressure. I sigh loudly, and then I moan as the pressure grows harder, electric pleasure spreading from my breasts and crawling under my skin.

  Allowing desire to take the steering wall, I place my hand on top of his and force him to flatten the palm of his hand against my breast. He does it and
squeezes gently, my flesh molding to his fingers.

  Letting go, I place both of my hands on his face and pull him into me. He comes willingly and, parting his lips, presses them against mine. As we kiss, my eyelids droop and leave the real world outside. He parts my lips with his tongue, sliding it inside of my mouth, and I lose myself in a wild kiss, running my fingers through his hair.

  As we kiss, he takes his hands to my back and, with a simple flick of his fingers, he unhooks my bra. Still moving slowly, he hooks one finger on my cleavage, right where the two cups meet, and then pulls on the bra. I shiver as I feel the straps caressing my arms on the way down, and then he throws it on top of my blouse on the floor.

  Pulling back from our kiss, he grabs both my tits at the same time and dives into me. With his lips slightly parted, he reaches for my right nipple; before touching it, his tongue darts out and he starts to run it around my rosy tip in fast maddening circles. I throw my head back and let out a loud moan, and that’s exactly when he moves for the kill: wrapping his lips tightly around my nipple, he starts sucking it into his mouth as he laps at it with his tongue. High voltage runs through my muscles, making them tense up, and I can’t even start to imagine how I will feel once he takes these delicious lips of his and places them on my drenched folds. God, just thinking of that is enough to make me almost desperate to be eaten out by him.

  Done with my right nipple, he slides his tongue down the curve of my right breast and traces a straight line toward my left nipple. Once there, he attacks me viciously, sucking and licking as if he’s a man possessed. I tangle my fingers in his hair and, allowing instinct to dictate my movements, I start to push his head down. He doesn’t fight back, and his lips brush down my stomach and over my navel, only stopping when they find the place where the fabric of my skirt and my skin meet.