by Alexis Angel
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.
