Page 24 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Part 4

“Twice.”

She nods, as heat flushes through her face and neck. “But I’m scared. I’ve never done it.”

Whoa. She’s never done… “Done what, exactly?”

“Used my mouth.”

“To suck a cock, you mean? Like this one?” I take her hand and press it against my pants so she can feel what she’s up against. I’ve never met a woman who’s never sucked dick before and I think my brain cells just died by three hundred percent.

Nodding, she inches up against me, so we’re pressed together. I feel her tits spreading and her heartbeat pounding. I have to have her. Fuck everything I said before. It was all bullshit. The bullshit ravings of a madman. I’d be stupid to give this up. Tilting her chin up, I run my index finger along inside her mouth to get her to open up and then I plunge my mouth and tongue into her open, needy mouth.

I taste the sweetness of her tongue, suck in the softness of her lips, and guide her hand to my belt. With trembling fingers, she begins to unbuckle me, and once she’s pulled down my shorts and freed the fucker, she pulls back awkwardly to look at it.

I almost want to laugh. “Don’t worry, it won’t bite unless you want it to.”

Her eyes say it all. She wants to do something with it, but she doesn’t know what and her inexperience is as charming as it is heady, making me drunk with pure lust for Alana. “What do I do?” she asks.

“Come here.” I take her hand and move to the desk then point to the leather chair. “Sit there and take it in both hands.” After she does and is looking up at me with those virginal, sexy eyes, I tell her, “Kiss it. Pretend it’s the best lollipop you’ve ever seen in your life.”

When she wraps her two, tiny hands around my bulging shaft, I have to bite my lip to keep from losing it. What is it about seeing a woman holding your cock, looking so small compared to you, so vulnerable but still so full of lust for your body? “Like this?”

“Just like that,” I say. My balls feel tight underneath me. “Take it into your mouth, Alana. Suck on it. Softly. Then pull it out of your mouth as you suck on it at the same time.”

She follows my instructions, and I make sure to help by holding her chin and pushing my veined, impatient dick into her mouth. As she sucks on it, I feel the tightness and the wetness of her mouth and suddenly want more. I want to see her naked, see her bouncy tits, and feel her slick, wet pussy. I want it all, I want it now.

Pushing Alana back, I take back my cock and stroke it lightly. “Open your blouse…take off those jeans. The panties, too. I want to see you undressed.”

“Yes, Mr. Hardwin,” she says. I take in this moment—this gorgeous young woman who works for me unbuttoning her shirt, exposing her gorgeous round tits in a white bra, then pulling her jeans down around her ankles. When she slides off her panties, I already know what I want next.

Reaching forward, I pull down the cups of her bra to reveal succulent pink nipples, and for a moment, I forget everything else. I force her to sit back and kneel down to take them into my mouth. Flicking those nipples with my tongue, I wrap my mouth around each one and suck.

Once my cock strains and begins to ache, I lean back against my desk and feed Alana’s hungry mouth. “Open wide.” I slide my dick into her mouth, and she catches on quickly. Good thing she’s smart, because I don’t need to tell her anything else. She begins sucking and stroking and gagging herself and coughing all without my help.

“Is this good, Mr. Hardwin?” she says.

She’s gotta be fucking kidding me. She’s a pro is what she is, and suddenly, I can’t think of anything other than coming inside her mouth. But her moans last night were some of the most delicious I’d ever heard, and my mind suddenly decides that it wants to hear them again before coming. “Touch yourself.”

Big hazel eyes look up at me, questioning.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself come while you’re sucking on me.”

Taking my cock and slapping it on her tongue, she shoves the whole thing back into her mouth, and this has to be the goddamn happiest day of my life.

Yes, while you’re feeding on my man meat.Holy shit. She may not have much experience with an actual, live man, but Alana has definitely spent a lot of time thinking this through. Hence the masturbation before bed. The girl knows what makes her happy.

“Beautiful,” I say, because there’s no other way to describe the scene before me.

I watch my cock slide in and out of this gorgeous woman’s plump mouth, ripe tits exposed, wet pussy bare, legs spread open, as she begins to finger fuck herself while slurping on my dick. Could life get any better? Yes. If I had this every day, for example, and after this, I may have to. I never stick with any woman more than a handful of times, but I might have to make an exception.

“Do you love it?” I ask. I have to hear it. I have to hear that rawness in her voice, the one that tells me she’s finally let go of all pretenses.

“Yes, Mr. Hardwin.” More slurping and sucking, and I know I’m about to lose it, but her first. I need to hear that sweet moan.

“Tell me.”

“I love sucking your cock. I wanted you from the first moment I saw you.” I don’t know if that’s true, but I’ll take it. She cups my balls, cradling them. Good, because they’re going to need it. Her other hand flies across her clit, blurred fingers pushing toward the finish line. The more she dips into that slick wetness, pulling out more juices and using it to work herself into a frenzy, the less I can control myself anymore.

“Do it, Alana. Fucking come.”

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