Page 9 of The Billionaire and the Nanny

Ethan

I wasrock hard before I tried the door to see if she’d been following my instructions.

So when the door gave way, I knew it wasover.

For both ofus.

I’m pissed that I’m here, pissed that she caught my interest so damn quickly. I’ve tried staying away from her the last three days, but my darker needs got the best of me. Now here she is, giving in, just like I knew she would. She needs it. It shows all over her body language. She needs to come hard. The only question is where and when I want her tocome.

Only one reason why she would unravel so quickly, even as she tried sassing me first—she needs a good fuck. And I’m the man to give it to her. Penelope disintegrates in my hands like she’s under the spell of my kiss. I don’t blame her. Kissing is my favorite way of getting the panties to drop voluntarily. She wants so badly to detonate. Maybe she’s never been with anyone. Maybe I was right and she spends her time before falling asleep touching herself, and I walked in at the right moment.

Whatever the case may be, she failedme.

I was hoping she’d be stronger than I am, but it appears we’re both weak. She had to go and leave her door unlocked. A clear invitation. If there’s anything I can’t resist, it’s a clear invitation into a bedroom. I feel her body thawing under me so quickly, I have to hold her up. I continue the onslaught on her mouth—that lovely, pretty mouth that I want to fuck—and I’m not sweet about it either. She has to understand what she did to me, letting me come in while she stands there in a flimsy old shirt, nipples poking through, inviting me to touch and suck onthem.

Her body is as ripe and succulent as I knew it would be. Tasting her sweet mouth and tongue only gives me a preview of things tocome.

And I know it’s going to begood.

Reaching down, I pull up the edge of her shirt and lift it over her head. She gasps and tries covering herself with her wrists but I take them and hold them behind her back with one hand. Her tits push out at me—perfect, round with a heavy spread to them, big light pink nipples. Bending low, I pull her waist toward me and wrap my lips around one of them, sucking on her tit while I squeeze the other, pinching the nipple.

God, they’re so good. She’s bursting with lust and my cock feels like it’s going to explode if I don’t bury it deep in her tight pussysoon.

She gasps, tries pushing me away, and when I let her go, she grips my shoulders and reins me back in. We’re clear then—the feeling is mutual. I could kneel and suck on her tits all day. And maybe I will. Playing with the fleshy tips, I graze them with my teeth and move from one to the other. I could throw her in bed, curl up by her side, and suckle on those pretty nipples ‘til they’re sore all night.

Lifting her, I carry her to the edge of the bed and let her fall, bouncing on the mattress. She looks up at me with those nervous, lustful eyes reflecting pale green and brown light.

Bending to kiss her deeply one more time, I feel her nimble, small fingers fumbling with the bulge in my pants. My cock strains against the pressure, and I can almost hear the words “let me see it” running through her head. She pulls open my belt and zipper and a moment later, her eyes widen, and that’s the perfect time to fill her mouth with my cock. Innocent, sweet eager mouth. Succulent, hot, and tight.

The warmth and wetness of her tongue envelops me, and I have to groan. God, yes. She’s slow and deliberate, wrapping her lips around me as my cock slides to the back of throat then pulls out again, then sliding back in. I feel her tongue bathing me, licking, and slurping up the shaft, then she slides down and takes my balls into my mouth.

Holy fuck. She’s supposed to be young and innocent. At least, that’s how she was in my mind. At this point, I’m not sure who’s more in control—me or her. But it has to be me, no matter what. My house. My rules. “Get on your knees, Sweetness.”

Her eyes question me, but she does as I ask, even though I see her hands shaking. “Yes, Mr. Townsend.”

“Not like that. On all fours, Sweetness.” Craning my neck to the side so I can see her tits slope so beautifully, she gets on all fours. I love it. I can tell her to do anything and she’ll doit.

“Likethis?”

“Like that.” Holding her face still, I revel in how gorgeous she looks in this position. So submissive, a dog in heat, and there’s no shame in that. I would do anything to have her like this nightly, even daily. “Open your mouth,” I tell her, and after a moment’s hesitation, she does. “Beautiful.”

I slide my cock into her mouth and slowly fuckit.

Fuck that gorgeous face, that sassy mouth. “Maybe you won’t talk back as much now,” I tellher.

And this is all her fault for leaving the bedroom door unlocked, as I warned her not todo.

Clearly, she doesn’t understand the monster that lurks inside everyman.

But Sweetness doesn’t care, because Sweetness is hungry for my stiff cock. Hungry for a release. I know because she’s reaching down to fiddle her clit through her panties while she pleasures me, but she won’t be doing that herself, not while she’s under my roof. Damn it, she’s putting a kink in my plan. “You want to come?” I withdraw momentarily.

“Yes, Mr. Townsend. So badly. Please fuck my mouth again, and Iwill.”

Sassy and sexy as fuck with her backtalk.

“Oh, no. You don’t call the shots, Sweetness. I do. On your back—now.” As perfect as that pleading sounded, I can’t have her thinking she’s in control of me. Doesn’t work that way. Penelope scrambles to her feet then slides onto the bed, pushing back so she’s centered. Her legs are slightly parted, and her breathing is ragged, uneven. “Take those off,” I say, eyeing the panties. “Slowly.”

Her fingers hook into the sides of her light-colored panties, soaking through with her juices. I can see it even in the soft light and it makes me harden even more, if that’s possible. “Like this, Mr. Townsend?”

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