Page 13 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Vol. 3

I shudder just hearing her ask for it .

“Open your mouth and slide it in then,” I tell her. She acquiesces, her plump mouth, that mouth I’ve been studying so carefully from the moment she arrived this morning, opening and allowing my thickness to push its way in. “That’s it .”

My eyes close. I groan. Holy fuck. Her mouth is warm and tight, and she doesn’t need any help knowing what she wants anymore. She begins to suck, eyes closed, as nature takes over and she lets her inhibitions go. She sucks and slowly jerks my cock into her mouth at the same time, wrapping her lips around the fat head then popping those eyes open to look up at me .

“Good girl…” I have to say something to keep from spewing in her mouth. It seems like I’m still controlling her, but the truth is—she’s got me. She had me from the beginning, from the moment she arrived. I was pissed during her interview. I was pissed because I knew we’d end up like this, I knew I’d unwittingly invited this woman into my home and my life, to break me down and screw up the works .

I’m weak and it’s because of this woman. This face. These lips .

As she works me harder, longer, faster, spit and sloppiness hanging off her chin, the beauty of her perfect cock sucking sends me higher and closer to my climax, but I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want to come inside her pussy, buried deep .

“Do you want to be fucked, Miss Carrington?” I hold onto her head and fuck her mouth, pretending it’s her wet, slippery cunt for a moment more .

She pulls away, gasps for air, and says in the breathiest tone ever, “Yes .”

“Yes, what, Miss Carrington ?”

“Yes, please fuck me. Please make me come again .”

She doesn’t have to twist my arm, that’s for fucking sure. I lift her to her feet, fold her over the armrest of the couch, and position her ass right where I want her, as she grips the couch in anticipation. At this point, I’ve lost all sense of propriety. I don’t care if this is right or wrong or that I just employed her this morning. I’m about to fuck my nanny, and it’s gone way past the “just one blowjob” phase. It’s now in “I need to claim this pussy” territory .

I’ve no idea why. But I want her to know that I own her. That no sweet boyfriend will ever fuck her as solid and good and long as I will because no man out there is like me. Why it matters that I impress this upon her is a fucking mystery to me .

“Beg me again to fuck you. Push your ass up high and look at me when you say it .”

Her seafoam colored eyes bend my way, just as that plump, perfect ass parts, exposing her aching pussy. It’s swollen and pink all over again. She’s prime for another orgasm. “Fuck me, Mr. Carrington. I beg you, please…” Slowly, to ensure madness on both our parts, I slide into her a little bit at a time. Paisley moans low and long, as her hips push back against me, pleading for more. “More cock, please …”

“More cock? Like this?” Gripping her ass, I pull out for a momentary respite then plow hard and deep into her. Her back arches, as she cries out and asks for it again. I push in one more time, filling her up, burying myself inside of her. I can’t say how good it feels to be one with her, teaching her, taking from her .

I can only fuck her. Faster, little bit at a time, allowing myself to build slowly. Going from a man exercising control over her to some kind of animal outside under a full moon, giving into his primal instincts. She beats back against me, matching me thrust for thrust, moaning and crying and reaching between her legs to give herself a boost, while I continue to fuck her .

To pound her .

To claim her .

She’s mine, she’s mine …

And she knows it. Holding onto the armrest, she gives up trying to safeguard against my strong pummeling and just takes it. Crying out, she lets me hammer her hard, slapping her clit over and over until she’s screaming out loud. Ah, yes, there it is—those gorgeous screams I imagined all day long .

“Do you like it? Is this what you wanted?” I ask, driving harder and harder into her, feeling her delicious shockwaves engulf my cock .

“I love it. I fucking love it, Mr. Carrington. Thank you .”

“For what?” Whatever she says next is going to do me in. She’s talking dirty and has reached that level of pure openness that kills me every time. There’s nothing sexier than a woman losing complete control, both physical and emotional .

“For taking control from me. For fucking me hard and making me come. Thank you, thank you…” Over and over, she thanks me, and it hits me. This gorgeous young woman, who I don’t even deserve, has just shown me her gratitude for making her come undone. For making her abandon all inhibitions and bring out the animalistic side of her .

But it’s what she does next that sends me over the edge .

She reaches back, and using both hands, spreads her pussy for me as I drive into it. Full access. Full permission. Full setting aside of any and all pretenses and showing me what she really wants—for me to finish off and claim her. “Come all over me, Mr. Raider .”

I can’t anymore .

The heat rises up through my balls into my cock and then it comes…the warm flush, radiating all through my body. I groan out loud, gripping her hips, and continue to fuck her hard even as I’m aching with beautiful need, filling her as deeply as I can. But then, I withdraw because I don’t know if she’s on the pill or not and cannot, must not, make another baby, and shoot hot ropes of cum all over her pussy and ass . -

My mind explodes. Amazing. Exquisite .

I ride it out as long as it will go .

Turning her around, I pull her into my arms and kiss her long and deep, because that was indescribable. How could a woman with little experience know what I wanted at the end like that? It’s like she read my mind, like we’ve known each other much longer than one night. I know I should pat her off to bed now and retreat to my own bedroom all alone, but I can’t .

I don’t want to .

Even for just one night, I want her close to me. I made this mess, I brought her here, I acted like a jerk at that bar. And now I want her to know there was reason behind my madness. If she was going to get into trouble tonight, I wanted it to be with me. She’ll sleep with me tonight. God knows we’ve earned a full night of rest .

In the morning, however, it must end .

One thing is pure attraction and professionalism is another. We cannot, must not, do this again. I lead her to my bedroom, knowing full well that she’ll be the first woman to enter it in months. But I don’t really care anymore. At least not tonight. Because I need her a few more hours .

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