Mr. President: A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiancé Romance

by Alexis Angel

  He starts by laying gentle kisses around it and, at the same time, takes his hands to my thighs and hooks his fingers on my skirt. He pushes the fabric down, and I lift my ass up from the desk as it slides down my ass. I bite my bottom lip again as I feel the skirt kissing its way down my legs and, when he finally throws it on top of my discarded clothes, I finally sit back down on the desk.

  Looking me in the eyes, he goes down to his knees as a wicked smile shines on his face. I let go of his hair and lean back, placing my elbows on the desk’s flat surface and surrendering to whatever it is that Mason wants to do to me.

  Instead of grabbing my thong and pulling it down my legs, he simply rests his hands on my knees and starts to kiss his way toward my inner thighs. My skin prickles as his lips come closer to my pussy, and I throw my head back, letting out an anxious moan of anticipation. Kissing my groin softly, he finally places his lips over my drenched thong and I feel a thunderstorm building up inside of me. I moan louder as he starts to suck, my fluids going into his mouth through the fabric of my thong.

  Placing both his hands on my lower back, he pulls me into him and presses his mouth against my pussy as hard as he can, sucking in such a way that I can’t stop myself from moaning. All his gentleness and teasing movements have been thrown to the curb, and he’s relying solely on his primal urges, which is exactly how I like it. His fingers slide around my waist and he hooks them on my thong; tugging viciously, he makes me lift my ass up from the desk. The moment I do it, he pulls my thong out and throws it away. His eyes go straight to my pussy, and I can see the hunger flashing there, wild and unstoppable. He’s right about what he just said: he’s going to devour me, and he won’t stop until I’ve moaned and screamed my lungs out. Thank God the whole floor is as deserted as the Sahara right now.

  “Do it, I want your mouth,” I find myself saying, pulling on his hair and reeling him in. He lunges at me fiercely, opening his mouth wide and pressing it against my drenched pussy lips. The moment I feel his touch, one loud moan claws it way up my throat and explodes into the air. “Oh, God,” I moan, sparks of pleasure rushing through my muscles.

  He sucks on my folds in the most maddening possible way, tasting me and devouring me with the viciousness of a man unable to control himself. Which suits me just fine, since I don’t even know what self-control means; grabbing his hair, I keep his mouth pressed against me and start to sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his face. He retaliates by jabbing with his tongue, pushing it past my pussy lips and then inside of me. My insides clench as he kisses my pussy more fiercely with each passing second and, as the fires of pleasure rage wildly inside of me, I finally let go of his hair and fall back on top of the desk.

  As I lay down, I send a stack of papers and a keyboard tumbling onto the floor, but the sound of it barely registers in my mind; I’m in a world of my own right now. I think that even if my mother strolled inside the room, just like she did while I was hiding under Mason’s desk, I wouldn’t look up at her and acknowledge her presence. Yes, that’s right, Mason really knows what he’s doing with his mouth, so much that reality doesn’t even seem to matter anymore.

  “It feels… so good…” I pant as he pulls slightly back, flicking his tongue at me and then running it up and down the length of my pussy. When he finally touches my clit with it, I have to fight against the urge to press my legs together, and so I bite my lower lip as my rational mind slowly drowns in a sea of pleasure. This feels too good to be true, and yet it’s really happening. Why did I only find a man like Mason just to have him marry my mother? The world couldn’t be any crueler. “Don’t stop, Mason,” I beg him as he circles my clit with his tongue, and that’s exactly what he does, redoubling his efforts and making my whole body buzz with electricity.

  My muscles tense up and, a heartbeat after that, I simply come undone. Ecstasy travels from my clit all the way to my brain and, there, it slaps him around and leaves it for dead. I didn’t think that it was possible to feel this much pleasure from having a man go down on you. Of course, it really shouldn’t be a surprise to me, this is Mason we’re talking about, after all.

  “More… I want more…” That’s the only thing I’m capable of saying, the muscles in my throat still filled with electric pleasure.

  “No,” he says curtly, pulling back from my pussy and looking up at me. I raise my head and lock eyes with him, my heart skipping a beat as I see my fluids dripping down his chin, his wet lips glistening. “I want more,” he corrects me, and dives into me again, this time replacing his tongue with his lips, and wrapping them around my clit. The moment he touches it, he starts to suck furiously, and I start to move my hips, unable to remain in place as pleasure whips at my mind. He acts fast, placing his forearm across my stomach and pinning me against the desk, holding me still.

  Unable to move, I just lay here and succumb to the lashing he hands out with his tongue. With his lips still firmly around my clit, he presses on it with his tongue, and that sweet tension starts to build up once again. I feel that lustful energy pooling on my muscles, eager to be set free and unleash ecstasy all over me, and I can’t wait for it.

  Upping the ante, he starts to brush the tip of his index finger against my pussy lips, moving it up and down as he keeps on sucking my clit. Inch by slow inch, he starts to feed it into my pussy, curling it upward in a hook motion. He slides it all the way in, only stopping when his fingertip is tightly pressed against my G-spot. Holding his finger there, he starts to press hard, rubbing me and driving me completely insane.

  “Fuck… This is too much…” I moan again, my words sounding foreign to my own ears. I don’t even know where I am anymore, and I couldn’t care less about it. When he slides one more finger inside of me and presses it against that sweet spot, I explode once more, bright fireworks going off behind my shuts eyelids. “Fuck…!” I hiss through my gritted teeth, arching my back as a raging river of pleasure makes its way toward my brain and inundates it.

  I start to convulse as if I’m having a seizure and, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s holding me down with his forearm, I would send everything on top of the table straight to the floor. I open my mouth to speak, but I don’t even know what to say or how to say it, the English language seems like something unintelligible right now.

  “Tired already?” he asks me, pulling back from my pussy. I look at him, breathing as hard as humanly possible, and I see sparks of mischievousness flickering in his smart eyes. I am tired, and I am spent, but I still want more. Oh, when Mason is involved, I’m insatiable.

  “No,” I manage to say between breaths. “Never.”

  “Good,” he tells me with a grin. “Because I’m not done yet.” With that, he places his hands on my hips and forces me to turn around; I roll to the side on top of the desk, and he pulls on my hips, making me go on all fours. My hair cascades down my shoulders and face, and I wait as he goes up to his feet and positions himself behind me. I have no idea what he has on his mind right now, but I don’t even care; whatever he wants to do to me, I want him to.

  He places one finger on my crack and starts brushing it between my ass cheeks, moving it up and down. Whenever he goes over my asshole, a shiver goes up my spine as I start to realize what he has in mind.

  “I bet you’re delicious… All of you,” he whispers, leaning into me and placing one soft kiss on one ass cheek. Moving his lips to the side, he runs his tongue along the length of my ass, and then finally presses his mouth against me. I close my eyes and he pushes his tongue against my hole, forcing it in, and I can’t help but imagine how it would feel to have his massive cock between my ass cheeks, stretching my ass wide.

  Using both of his hands, he spreads my cheeks wide and starts to lick me furiously, flicking his tongue at my hole and forcing whatever rationality still lives inside of me to vanish. I moan, completely out of control, and push my hips back against his face. He's devouring my ass, much like he did with my pussy, and I just love it. I never real
ly met a man that could drive a woman mad with pleasure using only his lips and tongue and, now that I’ve found him, I can’t help but surrender completely.

  He takes one hand around my waist and, sliding his fingers down my stomach, he finds the way to my clit. He presses on it as he licks my ass, rubbing it with fast circles, and I let out one wild scream. Working me with the mastery of an experienced man, he drives me to the edge of ecstasy and throws me off of it. I grit my teeth, hiss, and then scream, one violent orgasm taking over me suddenly.

  “Oh my God,” I mutter, thrusting back against his mouth as the flames of pleasure consume me from the inside out. If he keeps going like this, I’m going to pass out. “OH GOD!”

  “Delicious…” he says, taking his mouth from between my ass cheeks, “just like I said.” I sway my ass from side to side, still wanting more, and he responds by smacking my cheeks with the back of his hand. The sharp sting of pain makes me clench my ass cheeks, and he smacks me hard once more, the dry sound of flesh on flesh making me delirious.

  “Take me… I want you to do it,” I tell him, thrusting my ass back as he smacks me once again. Suddenly, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me into him, nestling his shaft between my ass cheeks. I clench them and, rocking my hips, I start to stroke him with my ass. “Fuck my ass… I need it,” I continue, the words leaving my mouth completely unfiltered. I never felt a burning need like the one that’s raging through me. I should be afraid and anxious, after all, I have no idea what’s going to happen once he starts to push his fat long cock inside of my ass… But I can’t wait for him to do it.

  I keep stroking his cock with my ass until he stops me in place; then, he grabs his cock and starts to rub its tip against my hole. I feel my insides boiling, and he keeps on teasing me, making me dizzy with anticipation and desire. I never thought I’d want to be fucked in the ass this much, but here we are.

  “Please…” I moan, my voice quivering, and he starts to push his cock into me. As his glans stretches my hole and goes inside my ass, it’s as if lightning and thunder explode inside of me. I can feel my inner walls straining to accommodate him and, even though it hurts, the pleasure I’m feeling right now is simply beyond all of it. Inch by slow inch, he slides his cock inside of my ass and I feel my eyes rolling in their orbit. When his long inches are all inside of me, I realize that I’ve been holding my breath; I will my lungs to start working again and, at the same time, he starts pulling his cock out.

  He builds the rhythm slowly, sliding his cock in and out of my ass with tender movements; each coming and going motion makes my mind burn and turn into ash, and it doesn’t take long for me to start to thrust back and impale myself on his cock.

  I won’t lie; it hurts. It hurts like hell. But as the pain goes through my nerve endings and reaches my brain, somewhere along the way it transforms into pleasure. It’s hard to explain, but what matters is that this is the sweetest kind of pain I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. You can quote me on that.

  “You’re so fucking tight…” he whispers, more to himself than to me. At the same time, he starts to build up the pace, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass grow into a furious crescendo and, as I scream, a symphony of pure unbridled lust fills my ears. Each thrust of his draws a violent scream out of my mouth, and it doesn’t take long for my throat to feel raw and sore. And still I keep on screaming, pushing through the pain and succumbing to the demands of ecstasy.

  As he keeps on ravaging my ass, he starts to smack my cheeks, laying his hand heavily on my flesh. My screams turn into moans, and moans turn into sighs; in a few thrusts, my throat is so raw that I can no longer utter a single sound. But he keeps thrusting, fucking me in such a way that I can no longer tell left from right. This is pure bliss, there’s no other way to describe it. If I had to guess, I’d say that Heaven would be a place where Mason and I could fuck every single hour of the day without getting exhausted. Now that’d be something.

  “I want you to… Come in my ass,” I manage to say between breaths, already imagining how it’ll feel to have his cum filling me. That’s enough to make my whole body go electric; in an instant, I tense up like a nocked arrow, all the energy that has been pooling in my muscles screaming to be set free.

  Mason starts to thrust like a madman, completely ravaging me, and I ball my hands into fists and prepare for impact. My fingernails are digging into the palm of my hands, and I only open them up when I finally come. It hits me almost by surprise, a wild spasm taking over every single one of my muscles. I go down on my elbows, and Mason buries his cock as deep as possible inside of my ass and holds it there.

  “Oh, God…” I moan, repeating these words over and over again as my brain burns. “Come for me, Mason… Come…” I whisper, my muscles finally relaxing. Moving fast, he slides his cock out of my pussy and then in again, building up his rhythm once more. This time there’s nothing gentle or tender about it; he’s doing it for his own pleasure, and only his own.

  It doesn’t take him long; a few violent thrusts, a couple of screams from my side, and I start to feel his shaft pulsing violently against my inner walls. Just like that, I feel him gushing his load inside of me, coating my insides in white. I hold my position as he cums, moaning as I feel his warm seed filling me up. Moving slowly, Mason starts to slide his cock out even though he’s still cumming; when it pops out of my ass, it sends thick strands of semen all over my lower back. It drips down my crack and over the curve of my cheeks and, at the same time, I feel it dripping out of my asshole.

  Moving fast and without a hint of hesitancy, he places his hands on my ass cheeks, spreads them wide and attacks me with his mouth. I can’t help but moan as I feel his lips on my hole, his tongue jabbing at my insides and scooping up his own semen. When he has licked my asshole dry, he runs his tongue up and down my crack, taking all of the cum he finds there into his mouth. He finally moves down to my pussy, tilting his head sideways and sucking on my inner lips, drying them up as he laps at them with his tongue.

  When he finally pulls back from me, I force myself to turn around and sit on the edge of the desk. My eyes lock on his, and I feel my heart pounding loudly as I notice a few drops of cum making their way down his chin. With a smile on my lips, I reach for him and, using only the tip of my tongue, I scoop every last drop into my mouth.

  Wordlessly, he leans into me and, with two fingers under my chin, presses his lips against mine. Instinct guiding every single one of my actions, I push my tongue past his lips and take into my mouth all of the cum he has licked out of me. I roll my tongue around his mouth, brushing it against his own tongue and at the insides of his cheeks and, when I finally pull back, my mouth is brimming with his salty seed.

  This time, he doesn’t need to tell what to do; with an exhausted grin on my face, I swallow, Mason’s seed burning its way down my raw throat. Spent, exhausted, and barely able to think straight, I lean back, supporting myself on my elbows, and look into Mason’s eyes. He’s looking at me in a way that makes my heart tighten up, and I realize that, somewhere along the way, we crossed one forbidden line from where there’s no going back. We are no longer just fooling around or succumbing to desire… No, this is something more. Something that I can no longer control… Something that I no longer want to control.

  “You’re mine, baby girl,” Mason whispers, looking down at me with more than just passion flickering in his eyes. Fully knowing that I’m signing my death sentence, I respond in kind.

  “I’m yours.”

  179

  Mason

  "I'm yours."

  Becca's words are tumbling through my brain as I travel back to my apartment. They nestle in my throat at every red light, and they sit in the pit of my stomach as the elevator to my apartment travels up to the top floor.

  I told her that she was mine as well.

  I know it doesn't make sense. I don't expect you to understand it. There's a considerable age difference between us, and she's my stepdaughter, which I have a
hard time wrapping my head around … and I'm technically married … but we have an undeniable chemistry, Becca and I.

  I'm falling for this girl. I have to be honest with myself.

  This is new territory for me. I don't fall for women. Ever. Not Mason fucking Kane, the King of Wall Street.

  But this is different.

  I walk into my apartment and stand in front of the windows overlooking the city. My housekeeper called in sick today, and I notice a few used scotch glasses sitting on top of the table. I realize I better pick up the place a bit.

  Becca mentioned that she was going to come over tonight after she finished up with her work. And after what just happened back at her office, I wouldn't object to a second round with her.

  I press my forehead to the cool glass of the window, allowing the city lights to dance across my field of vision, and I recount my evening at the office. My hands on the small of Becca's back, and on her hips. Breathing in her scent as deep as my lungs would allow me to like a kid in a candy shop. My lips on her neck, nibbling her soft flesh. Hiking her skirt up above her thighs, and parting her legs. Firmly squeezing her perfect breasts and then feeling the wetness of her thong against the palm of my hand. Gently grabbing the rosy tip of her nipple in between my teeth and watching them grow hard under my touch. Her firm ass.

  Just thinking about this is causing my cock to stir alive in my pants again. It's straining against my zipper and threatening to bust free.

  Then I feel my cell phone vibrate in the pocket of my pants and it breaks my thoughts, bringing me back into the present.

  It's Lorna. I let it ring a few times and then decide to answer it right before it goes to voice mail.

  Hello dear, are you home?" she asks. She won't give up. It's like she doesn't understand that I want nothing to do with her.