Page 10 of The Billionaire and the Nanny: Part 2

Wait, what? Because of how much she’s been thinking about me today, the way I’ve obsessed about her? Yeah, I get it. Trust me. “I will. On the floor, Miss Nanny.” I chuckle under my breath.

She gives me a wary look, but her fingers make quick work of my buttons, my dress shirt lands on the floor, and before I can push her to her knees, she reads my mind and sinks, pulling my pants down with her. Sliding my waistband forward and down, she pulls out my cock—bigger and harder than I’ve ever felt it—and throws herself onit.

Fuck, yeah…

Kneeling on her towel, Miss Rainville sucks on my fat head like she hasn’t eaten in days, and I have to hold myself together to not explode in her mouth right then. What the fuck? It’s always amazing to me how horny women can get sometimes, and here we men are, thinking we’re the dogs. She wants this just as badly as I do, and she’s getting off on it, too. After a minute of sliding her tongue up and down my shaft and wrapping her lips around my knob, she opens her mouth wide and looks up atme.

This is so fucking wrong and so goddamn right all at the same time, and I feel like a god and a devil and I’m about to explode.

I swear, it’s like she’s saying, feedme.

So I do. I slide my massive tool into her mouth, push back on that tightness in her throat, and give it to her nice and deep. Gagging slightly, she uses her hands to guide it back, and my eyes roll back into their sockets. Holy fuck—this woman who looks so innocent herself—is sucking down my meat. Not only that, but her hand slips down and she begins fiddling with her clit, rubbing it in circles then diagonally.

She’s better at this than some of the most experienced, gorgeous models and actresses I’ve been with—women who definitely knew their way around the bedroom. You’d never know it from how sweet she looks. Yes, I definitely picked the right nanny.

“You love this, don’t you? How long have you been waiting for me, Miss Rainville?” I ask, but of course she can’t answer. “Oh, fuck. Have I finally quieted that sassy little mouth?” Taking her head, I push her mouth over me deeply, as I feel the buildup starting deep in my body then coursing its way through my balls.

Speaking of balls, and because I don’t know if we’ll ever do this again, I have to find out what Miss Rainville can do in that department. Pulling my shaft out of her mouth dripping with drool, I drop her shoulders down and slide over her mouth, so she can get underneath. Sliding my balls onto her face, I hope she’ll take the hint, and shedoes.

Her fingers fly faster as she sucks on them. “Did you forget to eat today, Miss Rainville?” I chuckle. “Mouth full of nuts and no sign of stopping. I see this pleases you.” She’s still masturbating as she swallows me whole. I can’t help it and crouch lower to slide my fingers through her naked cleft. My fingers slide into her slick folds dripping with her juices. I pull some out and open her mouth again with my fingers, slathering her tongue with her own essence. She groans as she sucks off my fingers.

Fuckin’ A. She’s open to everything, which makes me wonder about her sexual history for a fraction of a second. For someone so young, I didn’t expect her to be so experienced. I push that thought away. I don’t want to think about her with anyone else. As far as I’m concerned, I’m the only man she’s ever been with, though clearly, that’s a falsity purely made up to satisfy myego.

Suddenly, Miss Rainville stops short of an orgasm, gets to her feet and wraps her arms around my neck for a long kiss. And I do, fully and deeply. She tastes delicious, but why did she stop? Her hands stroke my cock together full-fisted, and I reel at the thought of her tiny hands working me that way. “Let’s get it over with, please? Make love to me?” Taking a few steps back against the bed, pulling my cock with her, she lies flat on her back and opens her legs forme.

An amazing fucking view, that pink, wet small pussy pulsating with need. But there’s one problem. “I don’t make love, sweetheart,” I say, reaching for my pants and pulling out a condom. As I work it onto myself, her fingers dip into her pussy for lubrication then work around her clit again. “I only fuck. And I fuck hard. Relentlessly. Unforgivingly. Think you can handleit?”

For a fleeting moment, I see it—the fear in her deep, browneyes.

But look, it’s only fair that I come clean with this news, so she can understand from the get-go that this isn’t going to be some sweet lovemaking bullshit. Romantic affairs and me just don’t mix, in case that’s what she’s thinking.

“Okay,” she says meekly, bracing her legs apart, holding herself at the knees in preparation. I admit, she looks a little funny, and for a split second, I wonder if she’s done this before. But there’s no way a woman can swallow a cock and balls like a gangbang whore the way she did and not have experience.

“Good girl, spread them. Hold them right there just for me,” I say, savoring the view—this pretty little woman with the doll face—completely open and waiting for me to takeher.

My cock twitches, rising and falling, as I step up to her. I hold her knees apart, drag my cock up and down against her wet cunt, and coat myself with those juices. Her tits look too good, falling slightly to either side, and I realize I haven’t even had a moment to taste them. We started so hard and so fast, neither of us slowing down to savor, so fucking desperate to get into each other’s pants.

Falling between her legs, I poise the tip of my cock right at her entrance and lean down to cup her breasts. Squeezing them together, I move my lips from one taut nipple to the other, flicking my tongue on the tiny eraser heads. They’re pink and match her pussy and her natural blonde shades, and I want to bite them, suck on them, drive her crazy with my lips and tongue.

But I only suckle on them, and for a minute, I almost forget that I’m ready to fuck her, so drowned in their roundness and softness I am. She lets down her guard, too, wrapping her hands around my hair, digging her fingers into my scalp. She smells so sweet and fragrant, I could fall asleep right against that pounding heart.

Except—my cock is still hard and raging—and I need her. Now.

Suddenly, I rip into her all the way to the hilt of my cock, balls deep, and she screams out loud. I cover her mouth with my hand, only because I don’t want her waking the baby and fucking up this perfect thing we have, but she adamantly pushes my hand away and moans nice andloud.

“My God…” she says, her eyes open and staring at the ceiling like I’ve blown open her body. “Mr. Hawthorn…”

Something about hearing her say “Mister Hawthorn” while I fuck her, so pronounced, drives me even more crazy, and pulling out, I plunge in again harder this time, balls slamming her ass. She moans aloud again, as that buildup of pressure in my body responds. Her hands dig into my back, nearly scratching me, fueling me to pull out and fuck her again—harder. If I do this right, she’ll experience both the best fucking orgasm she’s ever had. In the morning, she’ll realize she got too in over her head. I’m too much forher.

She’ll stay away, go back to her normallife.

And I’ll move on, having tasted her and warned her at the sametime.

“I’m not for you,” I mutter against her breasts. “I’m not your sweet boyfriend. I’m a man living with demons, Miss Rainville.” I rise up so I can look at her, as I fuck her. For now, she’s mine—all mine. Pressing my thumb against her clit, I work it the same way I saw her work herself, and she closes hereyes.

Her face turns to one side, and I know this is it—she’s about tocome.

“Do it, sweetheart. Come all over my cock,” I say, jackhammering into her tight, sweet body, holding onto her ass for the push-in with my other hand, as my thumb continues to fiddle herclit.

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