Page 10 of The Billionaire and the Nanny

She’s fucking with me. Even in sex, she’s spirited as balls, and God help me, I love it. But she cannot be allowed to know that, as I can’t encourage this sort of behavior and disobedience.

“Yes. Like that, Miss Wallach. You hear how we’re addressing each other? That’s how we will always address each other. Why?” I say, as she plucks off the rest of panties and tosses them to the corner of the bed. Her pussy glistens as it drips. I can smell the warmth between her legs like a wolf picking up blood in the forest. I want it. I need it like I need oxygen.

“Why, Mr. Townsend?” she coos, reaching down to touch herself.

I kneel between her legs, grab her wrist and push it to the side of her body. “Because this is a professional relationship,” I say, pressing my nose against her hot skin, taking in the lust and pure desire waiting for me there. “And it will continue to be one, and that is why you will never, ever leave your door open again. Are we clear?” I press my tongue against her clit and hold it there.

Not moving.

Not licking.

Just pressing.

She shudders with need. “Yes, Mr. Townsend. I’m sorry for disobeying you. I just need to come so badly.”

“Again,” I say, lighting licking around her clit, dipping into her juices, and familiarizing myself with my Sweetness’s innermost secrets. “I call the shots. You lay back and learn.” My finger slides into her, and she moans aloud. The sound is like music, art, and lyrical dance all rolled into one. I could sit in an empty theater, front and center, and listen to the sweet refrain over and over again. I give her two fingers to hear just how amazing she canget.

Her groans fill the room. I’m so glad there’s no one in the house to hear her through the baby monitor in the room next door, because that sound is for me alone. I don’t care that I barely know her—she’smine.

I feel the need to possess her deeply, down in my gut, in my balls.

Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like this before. For a moment, there’s a flood of anxiety that almost makes me second-guess myself. I don’t want to get in deep with anyone, don’t want to lose myself in another person.

But then I shake it off. My lust overcomes whatever fears this woman brings out inme.

Pressing my tongue onto her clit, I begin to lick and suck, flicking that hard, tiny kernel against my mouth, coaxing it into submission. More beautiful sounds emit from her throat, as she grips my hair and writhes against me, pushing her folds into my face, coating my tongue with her elixir.

I drink it. I drink, because there’s nothing more amazing than this woman’s pussy pushing against my nose and mouth, begging for more, dying for release. I intensify the onslaught with my fingers, fucking her tight little cunt while I continue to lick, feeling her legs tighten, knees press against my head, and I know she’s mine. She’s mine and forever will be. Tightening her grip around her hair and bending to one side, she fights against the waves even as they come. Even from here, I see her nipples stiffen as she cries out, but I don’t stop licking her. I lighten my strokes but kiss her through her orgasm, feeling the muscles spasm around my fingers.

Fucking sweet little temptress.

When she’s begun coming down from her high but not quite drifted into the middle realm of giddiness, I stand, flip her around, then slide her to the edge of the bed. Like a cat getting dragged away for a bath, she holds onto the bed sheets, glancing around for clues as to what I’m going todo.

“My turn, Sweetness.” With her pussy still dripping from her orgasm, I slip my cock into her cunt, hold onto her hips, and plow in. I need her, want her, have to have her, make her mine. Drive it all the wayhome.

Wrapping her legs around mine, she’s still facing down, facing away, so I don’t have to see her pretty face, don’t have to feel anything when she looks at me, because this won’t be happening again.

Even as I think it, I know I’m lying to myself.

In any case, while I have her, she will obey me. She will listen, and she won’t beg for more after I fuck her, because I’m going to wear herout.

“Have you ever been fucked like this before?” Iask.

“No.”

“No, or no, sir?”

“No, sir.”

“Well, the next time you leave your door open, I won’t be this nice. You hear that, Sweetness? This is me being nice.” I fuck her harder, hold onto those hips, and relish in feeling that ass, watching it jiggle with every pound I give her, contract with every stroke.

Little do I realize until I’m almost close to coming that her hand has disappeared between her legs. She’s getting off on my cock’s onslaught. Damn, she really needed it. I would tell her to stop—not on my territory—but I just want to feel the release now and sensing her muscles tighten again around mine would only enhance it. Still, I can’t have her calling shots, so I reach around and double her efforts by pressing my hand onhers.

Her neck strains out, and I ride her ass from behind. She groans long and loud, and the result is so animalistic, it’s transcendent. “Come again, Sweetness. Come all over my cock.” I love it. I love the juices, I love her hot breath panting, I love the way I’m crouched behind her like some animal catching its mate off-guard, pounding her until we both lose ourselves in the sound and fury and ecstasy.

She feels so good and tight around me, I can’t take it anymore and I blow my load into her delicious pussy. So. Fucking. Good. This woman belongs to me. The whole thing feels so right, that it isn’t until my brain turns back on, as I come down from this high, that I realize I wasn’t wearing a condom. She didn’t care, and I assume that’s because she’s on birth control. Still—it can’t happen again.

The mantra I need to repeat until it becomesfact.

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