Mr. President: A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiancé Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Then he’s staring down at me like I’m his prey, and I love it.

  His hands travel over my stomach up toward my breasts. I arch into his palm. I didn’t get to feel his hands on me like this the other day and I can’t get enough. He pulls the cups of my bra down until my breasts are fully exposed, pushed together high and round. My nipples ache for him, but he just looks his fill, cupping me.

  Unable to stop myself, my fingers trail up my stomach and pinch my nipples, drawing a moan from my throat.

  I watch him as his eyes darken, reveling in the knowledge that I’m driving him as crazy as he’s driving me. I continue to play with myself, and he takes his thick, swollen cock in his fist, pumping it slowly as he watches me. I insert a finger in my mouth, then pulling my panties to the side, I slide the wet digit inside my even wetter pussy.

  Reese groans. “Do you see what you do to me?” He grips his cock even harder, stroking faster. “I need to be inside you, Adrienne.”

  I nod breathlessly, spreading my legs wide, welcoming him to me, already so wet, just from the anticipation. He hooks a finger in my panties and pulls, hard, and the sound of ripping lace gets me even more excited.

  “Yes,” I beg. “Please. I need you inside me now.”

  He steps away, grabs a condom and rolls it on quickly, then returns to me, climbing up and hovering over me on the bed. Reese closes his mouth over each of my breasts in turn, sucking and teasing my nipples into a hard peak.

  It’s not enough. I reach for his cock, so thick and hard. “I said need you now.”

  He doesn’t make me wait. Positioning the head of his cock at my entrance, he rubs it up and down my slit, coating himself with my juices. Then he thrusts into me in one swift, hard stroke, burying himself as far as he can get. My pussy clenches around him, and it feels so good to finally have him in me.

  I moan, the sheer ecstasy of being so filled nearly sending me over the edge.

  He begins moving within me, thrusting hard and fast, his movements echoing the desperation I feel. I quickly feel my orgasm building, and his own groans of pleasure are so fucking sexy.

  “Harder, Reese. I need more.”

  “That’s my dirty girl,” he murmurs against my mouth before he takes me in a rough kiss.

  “Only for you,” I pant. “You bring out my naughty side.”

  My words seem to spur him on, and he pulls back, grabbing my hips and flipping me over in one quick motion. He pulls my ass up in the air and grips it hard, fingers digging in, spreading me wide as his cock teases my pussy from behind.

  Then he slams his cock right back into my tight heat, hitting just the right spot as he pounds into me over and over.

  I arch my back and look back at him. His eyes are burning with lust. But I see more there, something that makes me think what he said on the train about being crazy about me might just be true.

  I reach for him, and he pulls me up, my back against his chest, his hands gripping my tits as he continues to fuck me from behind. I lean my head back on his shoulder, and he rains hot, wet kisses down my neck.

  Dropping a hand to my clit, he teases me there while he pinches my nipple with his other hand. And just like that, I fly over the edge, a scream ripping from my throat as my orgasm tears through me. I feel his cock swell inside of me, hot jets shooting from him as my pussy grips him over and over and over.

  We collapse on the bed in a satisfied haze. Everything I ever fantasized about my train guy was nothing compared to the reality.

  After a while of drifting in the afterglow, I prop my hand on my head and give him a teasing smile. “So, about that roomie situation.”

  He gives me that sexy, cocky smirk and arches an eyebrow. “Let me guess. I convinced you.”

  I purse my lips, and he laughs. “Come on, baby. Where else can you move where you are guaranteed earth-shattering orgasms anytime you want?”

  “Anytime?” I grin.

  “Hell yeah. I’m at your service. All day and night.” Reese rolls me over until I’m lying on top of him, and I can feel him hardening again already.

  “Sounds pretty tempting.”

  He tilts his head up and kisses me, his eyes growing serious. “That’s not the only reason I want you here, though. I don’t what it is, Adrienne, but there’s something about you…”

  He trails off as if he suddenly feels unsure of himself, and I decide to put him out of his misery.

  “Reese, I don’t get it either. But I want to figure it out. With you.”

  He grins, flipping me onto my back and pinning my hands above my head. “Good. Because I was going to have to resort to bribing you with cooking gourmet meals.”

  I narrow my eyes. “You cook?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Well, why didn’t you say so? You, my friend, have a new roommate.” I can’t help laughing at his expression. “So when is dinner?”

  He gives me a wicked grin as he starts kissing down my stomach. My satisfied body is suddenly needy all over again as his mouth settles on my pussy.

  I moan as he expertly drives me wild with his tongue, crying out in frustration when he lifts his head.

  “What?” he asks innocently. “I thought you wanted dinner.”

  I push his head back down, laughing. “I’ll settle for dessert.”

  He practically growls. “Me too.”

  And now, the last story

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  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

  203

  Bain Vacation

  Ashley

  I never thought that I’d be visiting a hospital during my honeymoon, but that’s exactly what’s happening. Okay, sure, that’s not an image as bleak as you might be imagining: after all, Austin is the President of the United States, and that means we have the best doctors in the world at our disposition.

  Besides, it’s not like I’m injured or really sick. I’ve just been nauseous for a few days in a row, and I’m afraid it might be food poisoning or something like that. Which wouldn’t be that surprising – we’re in a private island in a faraway corner of the world, somewhere between Thailand and Only God Knows Where, and I’ve been eating all kinds of exotic food for too long.

  Let’s go back a bit, shall we?

  It's still difficult for me to wrap my head around the fact that Austin Bain, the President of the United States of America, is now my husband, but that’s my life now. That’s right, I’m the First Lady. Funny how it all happened, isn’t it?

  Two months after Austin proposed we got married. Everyone insisted on some grand public ceremony but, wanting to make me happy, Austin settled on a private ceremony just for our family and closest friends. It was beautiful, the kind of thing a girl dreams about when she’s too young to be thinking of husbands and sex, but it doesn’t compare to the kind of joy I feel every day when I wake up next to Austin.

  Anyway, after the marriage we took off in the Air Force One and flew to his heavenly island. A few days later, I started feeling nauseous. And now here we are, sitting in a spacious medical office while we wait for some doctor from the US Navy to bring the results from my exams.

  Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door, and both Austin and I turn to look as a woman in her sixties waltzes inside the room. Her hair is gray, long years of service etched into the deep carved wrinkles on her face. She's wearing a military uniform skirt and, judging by the way she moves, I can't imagine her wearing any other thing than that formal attire. I can tell she has spent the long decades of her life in the military, and that she was born for it.

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p; “Mr. President,” she says with sharp reverence, “my name is Julia Olsen. I've been a doctor with the U.S. Navy for twenty years now and I travel wherever you go. I'd like a few moments with Ms. Bain to have a private conversation with her, if that’s alright. Her results have already arrived. Nothing serious, I can assure you.” She waits for a second in sullen in silence and then, looking into his eyes, adds a “please.”

  Whoever she is, she doesn't even feel slightly intimidated by the fact that she's talking to the President. In a sense, that's almost scary.

  “I'll be right outside, okay?” Austin says, gently squeezing my hand. I nod meekly and try to smile as he leaves the small office. I'd rather have him stay, but this doctor looks so intimidating I rather follow her lead. Yeah, females can be scary sometimes.

  Something curious happens the moment only me and her are inside the office, though: the hard lines on her face become softer, and her lips curl up in an unexpected gentle smile.

  “How are you feeling, dear?” She asks, taking my hand in hers.

  “I'm... alright. Just a bit nauseous,” I say, placing my hand over my belly and making a grimace.

  “You'll be alright, I think. I have something I need to tell you, though.”

  “What?” I ask her, not sure if I should be worried.

  “You’re pregnant, dear,” she tells me, her smile widening even more, and she squeezes my hand in hers once again.

  “Pregnant?” I repeat after her, the word rolling over my tongue like something… foreign. Pregnant? Me? How? Well, I know the how, but Austin and I have always taken precautions. Okay, not always, but it’s still a surprise to find out that I’m pregnant.

  “That’s right. There’s a baby on the way. The President’s family is about to grow. From what I’ve seen from your exams, everything seems to be okay. Of course, your doctors in the States will want to do a follow-up, but I wouldn’t worry if I were you.”

  “Oh my God,” I breathe out, suddenly feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Is that because I’m pregnant or because I just found I’m pregnant? And, really, does it even matter?

  “Congratulations,” she says, patting my hand, and then goes up to her feet. “Now I’m going to send your husband in, okay?”

  “Okay,” I say, still feeling completely dazed. “Thank you,” I then add, and she just offers me with a smile before leaving the office.

  She smiles at me and, in a second, she's gone. I stay there, sitting with a smile on my face as I think of her words. Me, pregnant.

  “So, what was it?” I hear Austin say as he steps inside the office, worry making his eyes wide. Slowly going up to my feet, I rush toward him and fall into his arms.

  “Weregoingtohaveababy,” I let the words out all at once and, of course, he doesn’t understand any of it.

  “Wow, okay. Calm down. What did you just say?”

  “I said that… we are going to… have a baby,” I tell him between breaths, looking into his eyes as I try to gauge his reaction.

  “Holy fuck,” he whispers under his breath, his jaw hanging open. “Tell me you’re not joking.”

  “Scout’s honor,” I laugh, wrapping my arms around his chest and pressing my head against his chest. “We’re going to have a baby.”

  Sweeping me up from the floor, Austin spins me around the room and then pulls me into him, crushing his mouth against me. “A baby!” He cries out, as smile as wide as the world on his lips. “A baby!” He then repeats, almost as if that’s the only word he knows right now. “You know what that means?”

  “It means we have to celebrate,” I reply in a fraction of a second, biting down on my lower lip.

  “That’s right,” he says, his smile turning into something wicked and lustful. Turning on his heels, he then walks toward the door and locks it. “We have to celebrate, and we have to do it right now.”

  “Right now,” I whisper, walking toward him and crushing my mouth against his.

  Now, don’t be shocked about all this – even though we’ve just been together for a few months, it’s like this every day. Remember what I asked him inside the Oval Office, that I wanted that kind of wild sex every day?

  Yeah, that’s exactly what we’ve been doing. Every day.

  Ah, my life is perfect.