Mr. President: A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiancé Romance Read online

  Table of Contents

  Epilogue - Ashley

  Epilogue - Destiny

  Second Epilogue - Austin

  Epilogue As Told By Brittney

  Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney

  Epilogue

  Mr. President

  A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance

  Alexis Angel

  Naughty Angel Publishing

  Contents

  Description

  1. Austin

  2. Ashley

  3. Washington Beat

  4. Austin

  5. Ashley

  6. Ashley

  7. Austin

  8. Washington Beat

  9. Ashley

  10. Austin

  11. Ashley

  12. Ashley

  13. Washington Beat

  14. Austin

  15. Ashley

  16. Austin

  17. Ashley

  18. Austin

  19. Washington Beat

  20. Ashley

  21. Ashley

  22. Austin

  23. Washington Beat

  24. Ashley

  25. Ashley

  26. Ashley

  27. Austin

  28. Washington Beat

  29. Ashley

  30. Ashley

  31. Washington Beat

  32. Austin

  A Note From The Author

  Client 5: A Bad Boy Next Door Dark Romance

  33. Arsen

  34. Ashley

  35. Ashley

  36. Arsen

  37. Ashley

  38. Arsen

  39. Ashley

  40. Arsen

  41. Ashley

  42. Arsen

  43. Ashley

  44. Arsen

  45. Ashley

  46. Arsen

  47. Ashley

  48. Arsen

  49. Ashley

  50. Arsen

  51. Ashley

  52. Arsen

  53. Ashley

  54. Arsen

  55. Ashley

  56. Arsen

  57. Ashley

  58. Arsen

  59. Ashley

  60. Epilogue - Ashley

  Client 5 Done! On To Python!

  Python

  61. Austin

  62. Out and About - New York City

  63. Destiny

  64. Austin

  65. Destiny

  66. Austin

  67. Destiny

  68. Austin

  69. Destiny

  70. Austin

  71. Destiny

  72. Destiny

  73. Austin

  74. Destiny

  75. Austin

  76. Destiny

  77. Austin

  78. Out and About - New York City

  79. Destiny

  80. Austin

  81. Destiny

  82. Austin

  83. Destiny

  84. Austin

  85. Destiny

  86. Mistress Strokes

  87. Out And About - New York City

  88. Epilogue - Destiny

  89. Second Epilogue - Austin

  Python is done!

  Scandalous: A Secret Baby Dark Romance

  90. Lance

  91. New York Daily Journal

  92. Jocelyn

  93. Lance

  94. Jocelyn

  95. Jocelyn

  96. Lance

  97. Jocelyn

  98. Lance

  99. Jocelyn

  100. Lance

  101. Lance

  102. Jocelyn

  103. Lance

  104. Jocelyn

  105. New York Daily Journal

  106. Lance

  107. Jocelyn

  108. New York Daily Journal

  109. Lance

  110. Jocelyn

  111. Lance

  112. New York Daily Journal

  113. Jocelyn

  114. Jocelyn

  115. Lance

  116. New York Daily Journal

  117. Jocelyn

  118. Lance

  119. Jocelyn

  120. Lance

  121. Jocelyn

  122. Lance

  123. New York Daily Journal

  124. Jocelyn

  125. Lance

  126. Michael

  127. Jocelyn

  128. New York Daily Journal

  129. Jocelyn

  A Goodbye From Lance

  Scandalous is over!

  Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance

  130. Ethan

  131. Brittney

  132. Ethan

  133. Brittney

  134. Ethan

  135. Brittney

  136. Ethan

  137. Brittney

  138. Ethan

  139. Brittney

  140. Brittney

  141. Ethan

  142. Brittney

  143. Ethan

  144. Brittney

  145. Ethan

  146. Brittney

  147. Ethan

  148. Brittney

  149. Brittney

  150. Ethan

  151. Brittney

  152. Ethan

  153. Brittney

  154. Ethan

  155. Brittney

  156. Ethan

  157. Brittney

  158. Ethan

  159. Brittney

  160. Brittney

  161. Epilogue As Told By Brittney

  162. Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney

  Man Chaser is done!

  Wicked Lil’ Brat: A Secret Baby Romance

  163. Mason

  164. MarketWatch Journal Flash Update

  165. Becca

  166. Mason

  167. Becca

  168. Mason

  169. Becca

  170. MarketWatch Journal Flash Update

  171. Mason

  172. Becca

  173. Mason

  174. Becca

  175. MarketWatch Journal Flash Update

  176. Becca

  177. Mason

  178. Becca

  179. Mason

  180. Becca

  181. Mason

  182. MarketWatch Journal Flash Update

  183. Becca

  184. Mason

  185. Becca

  186. Mason

  187. Becca

  188. Mason

  189. Becca

  190. Mason

  191. MarketWatch Journal Flash Update

  192. Becca

  193. Mason

  194. Becca

  195. Becca

  196. MarketWatch Journal Flash Update

  197. Epilogue

  So I hope you liked the the stories!

  The 6 Train

  198. Adrienne

  199. Reese

  200. Adrienne

  201. Reese

  202. Adrienne

  And now, the last story

  203. Bain Vacation

  Mr. President

  A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance

  By Alexis Angel

  Copyright 2017 by Alexis Angel

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  They call me President Player. I got my finger on your button
.

  You wanna be the chief of my Staff?

  Rub my 12-inch lust muscle till it shines?

  I can make you explode with the flick of a wrist.

  Give you what I like to call an Executive O.

  When the media starts going after my bad boy lifestyle I know its time to switch it up.

  That’s when I hire Ashley. She’ll pretend to be engaged to me so I can get the press off my back.

  We gotta be careful and not get caught.

  But its hard because she’s just so damn gorgeous.

  I just want to push that tight little body of hers up against the wall.

  Make her hail to her Chief. Over and over, till she can’t walk.

  Yeah, the relationship may be fake.

  But her face is telling me that the pleasure is simply Presidential.

  America…it time to meet your future First Lady. Also known as…my fake fiancée.

  1

  Austin

  "Oh, fuck me harder, Mr. President!"

  I slam my 12-inch cock into Jia Park—the ambassador from South Korea—hard enough to knock a vase of flowers off the side table that she's clutching in both hands. I watch as the flowers tumble to the floor.

  I've bent her over every inch of this hotel suite—the toppled sleek American chairs are a testament to this—and I'm just getting fucking started.

  With both of my hands on her hips, I thrust again and again; my hips are rocking back and forth as I ravage her from behind with the force of a storm. With my thunder, I aim to give her a hot fucking bolt of lightening that she'll never forget.

  "A dragon was born in a stream," she purrs, her long blue-black hair as dark as ink, and sticking to her neck with sweat. "And that dragon is you." She's looking back at me with smoldering eyes, waiting to see if I understand this Korean idiom.

  It's not lost on me; I've done my homework.

  I've prepared for this moment.

  The dragon is a good reference. What the fuck did she think she was dealing with, a bunny rabbit? No, I'm a man on a mission, and I pack some serious fire between my legs.

  "Kamsa-hamnida," I reply, thanking her in Korean, which surprises her.

  Yes, I can be savage between the sheets, but I'm also diplomatic.

  "You're a man of many talents," she smiles, and the way her lips seductively turn up at each corner of her mouth makes my cock hard as granite.

  Of course I am. I’m Austin fucking Bain.

  President of the United States.

  The youngest President. At 35 years old.

  The hottest President. Check out my bedroom eyes on the cover of TIME Magazine. My 8-pack abs on CNN. My defined body on Fox News.

  Whether you’re a Republican or Democrat, conservative or liberal, there’s no denying you want my cut pecs and broad shoulders to be the one holding up this country.

  And while you’re at it, I can bet you want to be on your knees. Get a good view of my giant fucking python as it pulses in your mouth.

  That’s right. I might be the President. But I know what I’m packing.

  I pull my cock out of her pussy with a wet pop, and turn her around. I pick her up in my strong arms, lifting her off the floor, and I watch as she runs her hands over my bulging biceps.

  She's impressed.

  She then wraps her slender legs around my waist, and I angle my cock toward her wet pussy, teasing it by rubbing it back and forth over her slick folds.

  “Fuck me, just keep fucking me,” she cries out loud, as if it's some kind of torture.

  I smile back at her and do as I'm told; this time, there's no teasing. I thrust at once, and drive my 12-inch cock so deep into her that she lets out a violent scream.

  She curls her toes and rakes her nails across my back and shoulders before running her fingers through my hair and pulling wildly.

  She's now fucking me, grinding her pussy up and down my cock, squeezing her legs around my hips for support. And then her entire body tenses and she throws her head back, her mouth is open wide.

  "Oh, fuck," she moans mid-orgasm, the walls of her pussy clenching and spasming on my cock.

  I feel a trickle of sweat zigzag down my chiseled chest, and I grin; this is better than any fucking gym workout.

  I carry Jia Park to the bathroom, her legs still wrapped around my waist and her wet pussy impaled on my cock. I'm going to keep it buried inside of her pussy for as long as I can.

  "Ga-ji-mah, don't go," she purrs.

  "I'm not going anywhere without you right now," I reply, grinning. And I'm about to prove it to her.

  Let me just say that I'm not your average politician.

  As the youngest president to ever assume office in the US—even younger than Theodore Roosevelt—and like Teddy and his band of Rough Riders, I do things my way.

  You don't get to be the youngest president ever elected by playing by the rules; you know what I mean?

  And my cock is one of my greatest diplomatic tools. While it's true that, for me work and sex go hand in hand like white on rice, that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. There's no shortage of pleasure.

  "I want more," Jia smiles devilishly, "so much more."

  "So do I," I reply, grabbing her ass cheeks in both of my fists. "So do I."

  I head for the glass-walled shower. The elegance of the Sofitel Hotel is everywhere, even in the bathroom. I feel the cool marble flooring beneath my bare feet, and I slide the glass door open to the shower.

  I take her off my cock, and we both step foot into the shower. I turn the knob, and in a minute, we're standing beneath a steaming jet of water that's beginning to fog up the entire bathroom.

  I smile and turn her around, grabbing her hands and placing them up against the marbled shower wall. I reach down and slide my hand down the crack of her ass, and slide a finger into her wet pussy until I reach her G-spot.

  "Yes, oh yes," she shivers. "More."

  I pull my fingers out of her pussy and drag them across her lips. She smiles and opens her mouth, and begins sucking on my fingers as I angle my cock with my other hand into her pussy, and piston in and out of her.

  "Does your pussy taste good?" I ask her, thrusting my hips. She nods to me with a smile.

  I keep thrusting until I feel the walls of her pussy spasm on my cock once more. Jia is moaning and arching her back.

  "That's it," I tell her, "Come for me."

  "Oh yes, Mr. President! Yes! Yes!" she yells out, as her orgasm takes over her body, loud enough for everyone in this fucking hotel to hear. She's screaming loud enough to shatter the glass of these shower walls.

  "That's it," I grin. "Just like that."

  You may be thinking that I just fuck people for the hell of it. Sure, I love fucking beautiful women just as much as the next guy—and I'm fucking good at it—no the best—but you've got to believe me when I say this is work too.

  You see this little tryst with Jia Park? It's all a part of my job.

  Don't believe me?

  Well, it's just all part of my overall plan to help turn the country around. Just you wait and see.

  "Bae-go-pa, I'm hungry," Jia says, "for your cock."

  "On your knees," I smile. I know I'm the best fuck she's ever had. I'm the best fuck any woman has ever had. It's no secret that I'm good in bed. Women worship my cock.

  I watch as she obeys, and then opens her mouth as wide as she can. I seize the opportunity and roll my shaft all the way in, inch by inch.

  There’s a wet sound when my tip hits the back of her throat, but there’s no denying it—she loves every single moment of this.

  There’s nothing like almost choking on a 12-inch long cock, is there?

  “That’s it… Suck it,” I whisper to her, slowly sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.

  I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand and then, with more force, rest my hand on the back of her head, pushing her deeper onto my cock.

  She's so deep that my balls are resting against her lips.


  And then, I come undone.

  Pleasure rages through my veins with an undeniable intensity, and there’s no stopping it.

  "Fuck," I hiss, with my teeth clenched. "You feel so good."

  I can feel my pulse beating a quick rhythm in the chords of my neck. And then I bury my cock as deep as possible in her throat again and explode—rope after rope of hot cum is running down her throat and she's eagerly swallowing it. I look down and watch as her throat muscles contract, waves of pleasure coursing through me.

  Then I pull my cock out, and watch as she milks the last strands of cum from my cock. She rubs the tip across her lips and licks at it eagerly.

  "Dangshin-eul aju manhi johaha eyo," she purrs. "I like you."

  It's a good thing I brushed up on my Korean. "I think this is going to be a good partnership," I smile.

  Fuck. I love my job.

  You see, I'm making the world a better place, one fuck at a time.

  I may be a bad boy, but I've got a good heart. Yes, I'm rich but I was raised to value public service and charity.

  I know what you're thinking. And I know what this looks like, but I'm not just in politics for the ego trip.

  I care about the country … maybe too much. The media loves to portray me as some sex crazed bad boy, making waves just for the fuck of it. But they don't understand my motives. There's always a diplomatic reason behind my actions.

  I look back at Jia as I prepare to leave. "Remember our deal," I say.

  "I assure you," she replies, slipping her arms into a hotel robe, "I will do my best to sway the South Korean President toward a more open trade agreement with the US."

  "Good," I reply, pressing my lips to hers in a final good bye. "We'll be in touch."

  I reach for my clothes, and get dressed.

  Another deal consummated. This one will bring back a lot of jobs back to America. Good, solid, manufacturing jobs. Back to the fucking heartland. Where politicians forgot all about the people.

  See, I made my billions on Wall Street, but I was already rich.

  But I realized, life isn’t just about making money and fucking women. Well, that’s good, but there’s more. I already did the Army after college. But I wanted to give back.

  I could run my own charity, or I could actually help people by running for office. Because sure as hell I could see that ordinary Americans were getting shafted by the system. No one was listening to their voices.