Page 12 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Vol. 3

“Beg me to lick you, Miss Carrington .”

“Please…” She sighs. “I’m so close. I just want to come .”

“I know you do, but you can’t yet. Not until I tell you.” My tongue delves deeper until I find that hot kernel, that aching, pulsing button of flesh twitching at the top of her beautiful pussy. Pressing my tongue against it, I hear her gasp and then I slide another finger into her .

Two thick fingers now press deep into her, filling her up a little more. My cock twitches, wanting to bury itself into her body. I’m amazed by how well it’s behaving, but that’s how much I want to please Paisley first .

“Oh…” She groans and moves underneath me .

“No. Not yet.” I breathe against her hot skin then give her a strong lick upwards. I feel the beginnings of an orgasm tightening my face, coming from her thighs, but I pull my tongue away and look up at her. “I said not yet. Only when I tell you .”

“I can’t help it,” she whispers .

“Yes, you can. You must not disobey me, Miss Carrington, or you won’t get this again. If you do, I won’t be this nice again.” I press my tongue against her and circle it, flicking her clit to either side, kissing it, making love to it. Suddenly, my willpower takes a hit, and I want her whole pussy against my face .

“But I can’t, Mr. Raider. I can’t hold it in anymore.” Her hips buck up against me, her soft flesh smashes up against my mouth. I open my lips big and wide to receive her. I know she can’t take it. I know she has to come. And regardless of what I’ve said, I want her to. I’m compelled with the need to taste her completely .

She comes hard, her pussy rising up, flushing with heat. Moans fill the living room, and I swear, it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. Wetness gushes over my fingers. I pull them out and taste it, sliding up her body to bring them to her as an offering. With her mouth open, I push my fingers onto her tongue. “This is you. Delicious .”

She tastes herself and sucks on my fingers. The action makes me want her completely. My own willpower begins to wane. “But I told you that you couldn’t come yet, Miss Carrington. You’ve disobeyed me .”

“I’m sorry,” she says, sitting up onto her elbows, blinking as though she’s just awoken from a dream. “I tried, but I’m not used to this. I’ve only been with one other person .”

Ah. That explains it. And suddenly, I’m wanting her even more knowing I’m the first man to really show her how sex is done. It’s all a mind fuck, and the sooner she learns that, the sooner she’ll be begging for it every night. Her future husband can thank me later .

Standing between her legs now off the edge of the sofa, I hold my cock at eye level. “As punishment, you’re going to beg for my cock in your mouth .”

She’s at that point where she could stop, having been satiated by me, or she could continue and go for another. I don’t know if she’s ever had two orgasms in one night before, but she’s going to now whether she likes it or not .

“What do you mean ?”

Her question. So innocent and amusing. I have to smile wickedly. “I mean exactly what I say, Miss Carrington. Remember how I told you not to lie to me? To tell me honestly what you’re feeling ?”

“Yes?”

“Take my cock in your hand,” I instruct. Small, shy fingers wrap around my shaft, and I wrap my hand around hers to show her how to hold it. “Firmly. It’s not delicate, hon. It’s a fucking battering ram. Treat it like one .”

“Like this?” She places her other hand over hers, so that she’s double fisting me. And holy fucking shit, I love this. I love seeing a woman’s hands so small, she has to use both to get me off .

“Yes, just like that. Now tell me what you’re thinking,” I say .

Her light green eyes look up at me underneath curved brows. So sexy. So in need of instruction. If I’m not careful, I’m going to want to teach her every night .

“I’m scared of what we’re doing .”

“Why?”

“Because of the implications. I’m scared I won’t be able to do my job right tomorrow .”

“Because you’ll regret this night or because you’ll want to do it again?” I ask. She better give me the right answer .

“Because I’ll want it again .”

“Good girl. That’s the truth. Beg for my cock, Miss Carrington. It’s what you want .”

She doesn’t argue. She doesn’t argue because it’s true. She wants my cock. In her mouth, in her pussy, maybe even in her ass once she realizes it. And from the way her knees naturally spread further apart as she glances up and says, “Please give me your cock, Mr. Raider. In my mouth. Please …”

I know her desire is beginning to build up again .

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