Page 22 of The Billionaire and the Nanny

Ethan

I can’t takeit anymore. Day in, day out, I want her so badly.

She pisses me off and works positive magic on me at the same time. I don’t know what the fuck’s wrong with me, why I let her stay in this house in the first place. I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist her, yet I gave her the job. She’s the best nanny, that’s why. I can’t tell if I’m grateful to her, enraged by her that she makes me feel things deep inside, or falling forher.

Maybe all at once, but I can’t think thatway.

I can only kiss away the rage. Deeply. Ravage her mouth, take her tongue and explore its essence, push her against the hard, cold mirror.

My mother’s visit reawakened anger I’ve been holding back. Anger I thought I’d gotten rid of by immersing myself inwork.

“Why are you still here?” I ask through gritted teeth, my voice lowered a notch.

“What do you mean?” Her question slides from her throat, heavy with torment. “Shouldn’t I behere?”

“Why haven’t you quit? I’m making it difficult for you, Penelope. Why are you still hangingon?”

“Because…”

“Because what?” I breathe into her hair, exhaling negativity and inhaling pure perfection.

“Because of Lilly Belle.”

All the more reason to keep her. The care is evident. “And?”

“Because of you. Because I’m still hoping…”

“Hoping what?” My mouth slides to her neck and the softness of her needy pulse, its beckoning call tome.

Her body arches, breasts and tight nipples aching for touch. My touch. My fingers and lips. I cup one breast in my hand—she’s not wearing a bra—and squeeze, pinch, cup again. Yanking up her shirt, I affix myself to her breast, sucking the life force out of her. I desperately want everything her body has to offer.

“Tell me,” I demand.

“Hoping you’d come back to my room,” she breathes. “I’ve left the dooropen…”

“You’ve broken my rule,” I remindher.

“I don’t care. I’ve been waiting for you to comeback.”

“And do what?” Licking one nipple then the other, I suck the other one between my teeth and graze it along my tongue. Fascinating, perfect roundness against my face. “Tellme.”

“And make love to me. I want you to make love tome.”

“Fuck. You want me to fuck you, Penelope. There’s a big difference.” I’m hard as steel, and I pull her hand onto my crotch so she can feel it then I slide my hand into her pajama bottoms, searching for that hot, wet core. There it is, slippery and scorching. She gasps, arms around my shoulders, widening her legs to give me better access. “I feel how wet you are. Making love isn’t enough for you. You’re burningup.”

“Yes. Feel it,” she says breathlessly. “Tasteit.”

Her words send me reeling. I’m dizzy just hearing her request. I make quick work of removing her pants, sliding her panties down, and pushing her legs aside, so she’s fully exposed. Her sweet pussy, bright pink folds glistening with her juices. Nectar for the taking.

Falling to my knees, I hold onto her thighs and admire her bounty. I take in her unique aroma then bury my face in her cunt, lapping at her hungrily. She smells fresh, sweet with a hint of nervous sweat, a concoction I want all over my face for days to come as a reminder. Face in pussy, I taste her secrets while she moans above me, fingers digging into my hair and pulling me toward her. “Ethan…”

“Yes, say my name.” I slide a finger into her cunt and begin fucking her while I bathe her clit with my tongue. “You taste delicious. I want to eat your pussy for days.” I speak between licks, giving her strong ones after every other phrase, feel her hips pushing against me, working toward her orgasm. It’s building quickly. “Just bring this to me every day. I’ll survive.”

Her hands clutch the back of my head, drawing me closer, smashing me against her sweet lips. Cunt pie, bounty of the goddess. She’s my goddess, and I’m her loyal servant. Until it’s my turn, that is, which it will be soon, because I can’t take much more of this pressure.

“Ethan, I’m going tocome…”

Of course she is, because I’ve kissed and sucked and tickled that clit of hers, fucked her pussy with two fingers, and we’ve been wanting this for days. When I begin rubbing her little asshole with my pinky, she writhes against my hand. “Dirty girl, fucking your boss. Come on my face, you littleslut.”

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