Page 20 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Part 4

She stutters and her face flares up with heat. “I already told you, I was sleeping.”

No fucking way was she sleeping.

I walk in and sit in a leather chair opposite her bed, facing her. My hand rests lightly on my crotch. If I could pull it out and stroke it, I would, but Alana seems new at this. If we enter into forbidden territory, we enter at our own risk and at her first move.

“Don’t lie to me, Alana. Show me what you did. Were you touching that wet pussy of yours and thinking of me?”

At first, our eyes are locked. I can feel her holding her breath, thinking hard about her response, but she doesn’t think too long about it. Apparently, she’s just as tired of playing this game as I am. “Yes,” she says.

I nod. “Good. Show me.”

“What do you mean?” she stammers, her voice a hoarse whisper.

“I mean, pull down that sheet and spread your legs, Alana. Show me what you were doing before I came in. I heard you moaning. Were you thinking about me fucking you?”

“Yes,” she says, resigned, laying back. I’m about to tell her to pull down the covers again when she does it without me telling her. She’s in light pink panties, and when she spreads her legs apart slightly, I can see she’s soaking through.

“Good. Now face me and do it. You’re beautiful, Alana. But I want to see how even more gorgeous you can get. Touch yourself.”

Sliding her hand into her panties, she closes her eyes and begins to touch herself, using two fingers to fiddle with her clit. Every so often, she dips down lower and fingers her pussy before bringing her fingertips back to her clit again. All this through her panties, but my imagination fills in what my eyes can’t see.

I push my cheek into my hand and just observe. “Take off the panties.” I won’t ask nicely and I won’t beg. I want her to do what I say when I say it. Whether it’s getting coffee for me or exposing her fresh, sweet pussy, I want her to react to my command.

With a moment of hesitation, she curls her fingers around the edge of her panties and slowly slides them down. My chest is going to explode from the anticipation, but I don’t show it. She’s fucking sexy. Blonde, fair skin, and a full, ripe body ready to be taken.

“Keep going. If I can’t touch you, I’ll watch you. You like it when I watch you, don’t you?”

She nods and works her fingers faster, dipping into her own slippery wetness and pulling it up to her clit. A long sigh escapes her, and I know she’s forgetting about her embarrassment and just starting to be free, let go, take herself to the next level. My hand pushes down onto my fully hard cock, twitching to be free, but I won’t pull it out. Not today. Possibly not ever.

I can’t get involved with Alana.

I just figured I’d satisfy my curiosity before this never happens again.

“What did you imagine us doing?”

“You, naked,” she says, spreading her legs completely now. I wish I could go over there and fuck her, just plow myself deep into her, and make her come. “Fucking me.”

“Ah, so you do like the thought of me telling you what to do,” I say with a smile. “You want me fucking you, don’t you? Hard and from behind, don’t you, Alana?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, that’s what I thought. I knew you were a dirty girl. I knew you were just playing the coquette, pretending to be prim and proper with your bun and your glasses. But look at you. You’re just a dirty girl who loves cock and thinks about fucking, don’t you?”

“Yes…”

She’s going to come. I’ve hit that high note, that forbidden spoken thought, the one suggesting she loves sex, loves it like she should. “You wish I would turn you around and fuck you against that headboard, don’t you? Ram my cock into you and then when you come, flip you around and empty my balls on your face. Isn’t it, Alana?” I demand, my voice growing louder.

“Yes…” Her face begins to contort as she gasps for air, lips parted so beautifully, I wish I could put my cock there.

“Then, do it.”

“Yes…”

“Do it.”

“Yes…” Her fingers fly like crazy, working herself, but she doesn’t push over the edge, maybe because she’s still nervous about me being here, and so I can’t take it anymore. I fly to the edge of the bed and spread her legs, burying my face inside her sopping wet folds. Shimmering, slippery skin pushes into my face, as I feel her fingers dig into my scalp and pull me into her.

I eat the fuck out of her.

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