Single TV Dad: Billionaire Romance... Naughty Angel Style

by Alexis Angel

  Fucking me until all my muscles grow sore, he then decides to go even harder. My legs grow limp as he thrusts viciously but, at the same time, I feel my insides clenching. Just a fraction of a second later and a thermonuclear explosion takes over my mind, bright colors and sounds bouncing around my skull.

  Screaming and moaning, I throw myself back, collapsing on top of his desk and sending a few of the folders piled there tumbling down to the floor. I expect him to stop now but, of course, I’m wrong. Right now, he has no brakes, and nothing on Earth would be able to make him stop.

  With his hands placed on the back of my knees, he pulls me into him and pounds me slower now; but slower doesn’t mean he’s being any gentler. Instead, he has replaced speed with strength, the brutish thrusts of his hips making me feel on the verge of passing out. Seriously, there’s so much pleasure running through my mind right now that I wouldn’t be able to tell you my name if you asked me.

  Curling my fingers around the edge of the desk to steady myself, I just spread my legs wide and allow him to fuck me as hard as he wants, another orgasm building on the back of the last one. Hitting me out of the blue, I let another wild scream echo through the room, the sound of my voice stabbing the silence wildly.

  I do it until my throat grows sore and then, for good measure, I do it some more. Only when my throat gives up on me do I shut up, whimpering as the orgasm raging inside my body turns my body into a quivering mess.

  “Tired already?” He whispers, leaning in to lay a gentle kiss on my lips.

  “Never,” I reply with a purr, his teasing words waking some hidden reserve of energy inside of me. I sit up on the desk as he slides his cock out of me and, not even wasting a second, I turn around and assume an all-fours position, wiggling my ass from side to side and inviting him in.

  Accepting my invitation in a heartbeat, he comes up to me and, angling his cock downward, he rubs it tip along the length of my pussy. Without any kind of warning, he simply thrusts and forces his whole twelve-inches inside of me with one quick movement. I let out another wild scream, one that bounces off the walls and comes back to my eardrums at full force.

  Pounding me with a gentle fury only Austin is capable of, he drags me down into a world where pleasure reigns supreme, one where orgasms always come in a dozen. Sounds like a fantastical world to live in, doesn’t it? It sure does and, if it were up to me, I’d make sure that every woman visits this pleasure land at least once in a lifetime.

  Thrusting back against Austin, I impale myself on his cock over and over again, taking part of the responsibility in building another orgasm. It comes quickly enough – just a couple of thrusts more and the muscles in my throat grow tense, making a supreme effort to push out a scream shrill enough to rupture my own eardrums.

  Completely lost in a daze of ecstasy, I’m jolted out of it when I hear a loud noise coming from one of the side doors. I raise my head just in time to see someone kicking the door open; before I can even blink, three Secret Service agents run into the room with their handguns raised. Their eyes automatically dart to every corner in the room, even after seeing the two of us, almost as if their programming didn’t allow them to process whatever is in front of them before all threats are neutralized.

  But, of course, eventually they lower their gun and, for one long second, they just stare at us. Let me rephrase that: they stare at my naked body, on all fours, my breasts wagging as I look at them in embarrassment. I bet my cheeks are as red as wildfire.

  I can’t see Austin, as he’s standing behind me, but I already know that there’s a massive grin on his face. I mean, he didn’t even bother to take his cock out of me!

  “We’re… we’re sorry, sir. We’ve heard… screaming,” one of the agents say, his cheeks also becoming flushed. I can’t help but notice that there’s a bulging in his pants - just by looking at us, he’s already hard. I don’t know if I should feel even more embarrassed or just plain proud.

  “No worries, boys,” Austin merely says, as if this is nothing to him.

  “We’ll let you to it, sir,” one of the agents says, and soon they turn on their heels and go out of the room. I can’t help but smile as I notice the proud tone in the way the agent spoke. It’s a good thing that Austin could trust these guys with his life, or else the headlines tomorrow would be a riot to read.

  “Oh my God… I don’t believe this,” I whisper, burying my face against my forearm in embarrassment.

  “We’ve just gave them something they will never forget, Ash… I bet this is the kind of story they’ll be telling their grandchildren.”

  I can’t help but smile - even in the strangest situations, Blake can always see the positive side of things.

  “Well,” I find myself saying. “Let’s give them a story worth telling, then.”

  As soon as the words leave my lips, I start thrusting back at Austin, slamming my ass against his hips. Responding to the movement of my body, he matches me thrust for thrust, his cock completely destroying every single nerve ending inside my pussy. His cock moves so fast in and out of my pussy that I can’t even tell when it’s going in or going out. Not that it matters, really – all that matters is that he’s inside of me right now.

  Screaming at the top of my lungs – after all, the Secret Service already knows what we’re doing in here –, I do it until my throat starts complaining from the effort. And then I just scream some more.

  Somehow, knowing that the agents outside can hear us, it just makes me scream even louder. Even my throat seems to have temporarily forgotten that it’s raw.

  Smacking my ass hard, Austin amplifies the pleasure I’m feeling and, even though my throat feels too raw for me to scream, I can’t stop a loud moan from escaping my lips. Slapping me again, he does it multiple times, and that hard enough to leave a red mark on my flesh.

  The last time he smacks me, he does it so hard that another orgasm simple rises from the pain reaching my brain. It hits me like a brick, and I almost collapse on top of the desk as I feel it rage through me, its intensity enough to make me pass out. Somehow, I hold on to consciousness.

  Sweet pleasure still courses through my veins, but I don’t stop. Somehow, I think that Austin’s insatiable hunger is rubbing on me. I push past all my limits and continue thrusting back at him until I can feel pressure mounting inside of me once again; but before I can come, Austin laces my waist and pulls me back.

  Picking me up from the desk as his cock pops out of me, he then carries me in his arms toward one of the couches in the center of the office. He lays down, bringing me down after him, and I don’t hesitate – I sit on top of his cock, my back turned to him, and lower my pussy over his pulsing member. I bend forward as I start jumping up and down over his cock and, grabbing at his ankles, I ride him until my body seems to be on fire.

  I don’t even stop when another orgasm explodes inside of me. No, I just keep on riding wildly, screaming and moaning in fast sequence, every single thought inside my mind scorched by the immense pleasure I’m feeling. Then, rising from all that emptiness, a single thought takes shape.

  “Fuck me… All of me,” I say, rising and sliding his cock out of my mouth. I climb down from the couch and, once more, I assume an all fours position, this time on the floor.

  “I’ve been waiting for these words,” he whispers, going up to his feet and walking around my body. Kneeling behind me, he doesn’t hesitate – he pushes his cock down and, with his free hand, he spreads my ass cheeks wide. I close my eyes and grit my teeth as I feel the tip of his cock pressed against my ass hole.

  “Do it… Fuck me… I need you to…” I find myself saying, the words falling out of my mouth fast and heavy. He doesn’t say a word – instead, he just feeds one inch of his cock into my ass, and it feels like as if his thickness is going to rip me in two.

  Of course, that doesn’t happen.

  What happens is that, as he slides his twelve inches inside of my ass, I start feeling pleasure well up inside of me. The kind
of pleasure capable of making me pass out – and this time for good.

  Knowing that I’ve never done anything quite like this, Austin goes slow as he starts to thrust. Still, it doesn’t take long for him to start nursing a rhythm, one merciless and implacable. And, by the time his rhythm has grown to its full splendor, I don’t even feel any pain – all I feel is a kind of destructive pleasure, one that’s shaking me to the core.

  “Fuck,” I moan, shutting my eyes as I try to survive the onslaught of pleasure. I feel everything in me tense, as if my body had become the taut string of a violin, and I hold my breath as one final orgasm takes over my very soul.

  Grinding my teeth together, so hard they might break, I hiss through them as if I’m a woman possessed. Fire and lightning rage through my body, going up and down my spine, and my brain feels as if it’s about to explode into a million tiny pieces.

  I’m about to fall forward and collapse onto the floor when I remember that I’m not done yet. Oh, no, I need to inflict the same kind of pleasure upon Austin.

  Gritting my teeth, I push through the exhaustion and start rocking my body back, forcing Austin to keep on thrusting. I don’t need to ask twice – fully understanding what I require of him, he digs his fingers into my hips and starts to go as fast as is humanely possible, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy so fast it’d be impossible for any other man to try and replicate what Austin is doing right now.

  The intensity of his thrusts finally unleashes another orgasm inside of me… And this orgasm, God, how do I even describe it? It’s just outside of the realm of everything I’ve ever experienced. It’s soft and fierce, it’s gentle and wild… And all that at the same time. It’s pleasure in its purest form, its raw intensity completely destroying my rational mind.

  Screaming so loud that my lungs might pop like balloons, I finally feel his cock throbbing violently inside my ass. A heartbeat later and I feel the warmness of his seed filling me up, his semen dripping out of my ass and going down to my pussy. Austin digs his fingers into my ass cheeks as he comes, groaning loudly and in a way that I wasn’t expecting. He isn’t particular loud during sex and, hearing him being this vocal, I don’t know… It just makes my heart tighten up inside my chest while beating happily.

  “Oh, fuck… This was…” He trails off, not finishing his sentence, and then slides his cock out of my ass. It pops out with a wet sound and, at the same time, I feel all of his semen streaming out of my ass. I look back at him over my shoulder, and the look of pure madness in his eyes makes me shudder; grinning, he then spreads my cheeks wide and leans into me with his mouth open wide.

  Crushing his mouth against my asshole, he then uses his tongue to lick it dry, sliding it inside of me and running it around in while circles. He scoops up all the cum that he offered me seconds ago and then, pulling back, he looks into my eyes again and just swallows.

  Exhaling sharply, he then throws himself back and collapses on the floor, laying flat on his back while his chest rises and falls fast. Turning around, I go to his side and lay down next to him; huddling against his body, one hand on his chest, I lean into him and press my lips against him, feeling the saltiness of his own cum in his lips.

  “I love you, Austin…”

  “Me too…”

  “And I want this… all of this… every day for the rest of my life. Can you keep up?” I tease him, softly kissing him again. His response is a deep laugh, one that tells me what his answer is going to be.

  “You should be asking that to yourself, babe,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh with him. I mean, it’s true – even though I want it every day (or, for that matter, every single hour of the day), I’m not sure if my body can take it. Is there such a thing as too much pleasure? And, more than that, is there such a thing as too much happiness?

  Looking into Austin’s eyes, the smile on his face a tender one, I realize I already know the answer to that question.

  No, it’s never too much.

  Washington Beat

  President Player Scores A Win!

  From the desk of Margie Preston – our fearless and fun political reporter

  The nation was glued to it’s television sets today as the House of Representatives overwhelmingly voted to begin criminal proceedings against the former Speaker of the House, Bob Walker.

  The former Speaker is charged with several felonies that include spying on a public official, attempted blackmail, espionage, and numerous violations of the USA PATRIOT Act. If convicted of all charges, the Speaker of the House could face up to 102 years in maximum security prison.

  The former Speaker is currently being held in a Washington D.C. jail and it was agreed by both branches of government that a member of the government could not effectively do their jobs while being incarcerated.

  “We think it’s best for the nation if Bob Walker were no longer the Speaker of the House,” the new Speaker stated in an interview. Mr. Walker has assembled a legal team to represent him against what will most likely be an onslaught of criminal proceedings but experts contend that based on the nature of the crimes, jail may be more preferable.

  “Let’s just say that somehow Mr. Walker is able to beat back the charges that he’s facing, this is the United States government you’re taking on. And this government is bringing over 150 separate charges against you for violating Federal laws. By the time you clear your name and get released from jail, you’re not going to have any money left after the legal fees. You’ll almost wish you could go back to prison.”

  The former Speaker has indeed been denied bail and will spend the remainder of the trial from behind bars.

  The President and his fiancée, Ms. Draper were out in Georgetown dress shopping when news of the indictments was released. The President had no comment other than to say that he was confident that the American justice system would do it’s work quickly and he was comfortable with whatever findings were released.

  “Let’s just be clear, Bob Walker threatened my fiancée with being a spy,” the President continued. “So if he gets out of jail, he better watch his back. I say he’s better off where he is right now. Safe from me.”

  The remainder of the President’s comments were then shushed by White House aides, his fiancée and other staff who did not want him to make a scene and enter into a situation that he was not a part of.

  So, ladies of Washington and America, I think while we had some hope that the most eligible bachelor in the world was back on the market, it’s probably fair to say that this time, he is well and truly gone. He’s never looked happier. She’s got a glow. And you know what? The country is on the right track. For the first time in a long time, people actually feel that things are headed in the right direction.

  It’s a great time to be an American. And here’s to another wonderful four years.

  Ashley

  There's nothing sweeter than the feeling of victory … going after something—especially something where the stakes are raised and you know you have to succeed. That's the kind of victory I'm talking about, and right now, I'm basking in the glow of that.

  Well, I take back the part about victory being the sweetest thing in the world. There is one thing sweeter—I'll admit that nothing tops Ashley.

  I'm sitting in the Oval Office with Tracy and Ashley, and Tracy's giving me the details of Bob Walker's sentencing for illegal wiretapping. I'm leaning into my leather chair, my arms folded behind my head and my feet resting on top of the desk.

  "Consider it an early wedding gift," Tracy smiles.

  "I still think you should've let me get married in Vegas, like I wanted to," I say.

  She playfully slaps the palm of her hand to her forehead. "Are you kidding me, Austin? A public proposal demands a public wedding. Vegas would never work."

  Ashley chimes in, "And you can't get any more public than proposing to me in from of the entire world during a televised press conference. And there's no way I'm getting married in Vegas! I don't even know why you think that's
a good idea."

  She laughs and leans over, planting a quick, playful kiss on my lips.

  "Besides," Ashley continues, "with the economy on the upswing, people want a little glamour."

  "She has a point," Tracy says. "I have to say that I agree with Ashley."

  "Oh great—so now you're both ganging up on me?" I laugh. "Two against one. That doesn't feel very fair to me."

  "Just because you've gotten the country back on track in just 100 days," Ashley says, "Doesn't mean that we can go and plan a wedding that fast. These things take time, and lots of planning."

  "And why is that? Who says we can't move quickly?" I ask. "Everyone knows that there's nothing slow about Austin Bain."

  "Is that so?" Ashley says, a devilish smile spreading across her lips. Her smile alone makes my cock fucking hard. "And tell me, just how fast does Mr. Austin Bain move?" I watch as her eyes travel to my lap.

  "What do you say I show you just how fast I am?" I grin. I'd like nothing more than to lift up the tight skirt she's wearing and bend her right over this desk.

  Ashley walks over and sits in my lap, raking her fingers through my hair. Her touch sends an electric thrill down my spine.

  "We can arrange that," she purrs.

  I look down and notice that my zipper is somehow halfway unzipped, even though I haven't touched it, and I joke with her, "See? You're so hot, even my zipper is falling for you."

  I watch as Tracy gets up from her chair. I almost forgot that she was still in the room; I've been so magnetized by Ashley.

  "Okay, okay, I think that's my cue to leave," Tracy says, waving one hand through the air dismissively, as if she's trying to shoo us out of her line of sight like annoying little house flies. "I'll leave you two alone. But do me a favor and stay off the desk, will you? It's a historical relic."