Page 35 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Part 4

“You’re not fragile,” he says. “You don’t want it slowly. This is how you want it, hon.” And then, gripping my hips with those giant hands, he shoves his cock deep into me. I scream out loud because of the impact, but also because he’s taken it—taken my virginity by assault—and I fucking love it.

“Yeah…” I sound like a cat meowing in a dark alley.

“Yeah?” he mocks my reply. “That’s what I thought. We have a little slut here.”

“Oh, shit,” I murmur, suddenly sopping wet.

“Tell me you’re a little slut.”

Shit, this is hard. Kase is taking everything I’ve ever been taught and turning it on its side, flipping it over, and fucking it in the ass. I want to say it. I want to say how much I love his cock buried up in my pussy, but I’m scared.

“Do you like having my cock in you like this?” He leans down and presses his chest against my back, pulling back on my hair.

“God, yes.”

“Then, say it.”

“I’m a little slut. I love your cock in my pussy.”

There’s a smile in his voice. “There you go. What else do you love?”

“You holding me down.”

“Do you like that I command you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like that I’m controlling you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to feel what fucking is like now?”

“God, yes, please, Kase. Do it already.”

“That’s what I love to hear you say, hon.” He caresses my face so sweetly, I know this is part acting, part teaching me about my desires. “Got your pillow? Now hold on tight.”

He pulls out then slams into me so hard, I see stars in the darks of my eyes. Pulling out, he slams into me again, sending quivers up my spine. One more time, and I’m done. He doesn’t even have to touch my clit. But he does—with his fingers pressed flat, he rubs circles around my clit as he slams into me one more time, and I lose it completely.

“I’m coming,” I tell him, feeling the waves explode through me, soaking his cock and making my nipples harden. Goose bumps erupt all over me. When alone, this is when it all ends, but now I have a partner. Now I have Kase, and that means it’s not over. He fucks me through my orgasm, gripping my ass cheeks, and slamming into me. With each thrust, I feel his balls slapping my cunt. I’ve never felt like such a little slut, and I’ve never loved that word as much as I love it right now.

But I’m ready for more whereas he’s almost done. I can feel his body tensing up, his breath becoming more ragged, and this is when I get to exercise control over him. The next time he pulls out, I turn around and place my head underneath his balls. Taking his hand, I guide them to my tits and take a hold of his cock in my hands, his balls in my mouth. They’re big and hang low and feel so good in my mouth.

“Say it, Alana.”

“I love this,” I say, sucking in one massive ball and then the other. “I love your balls in my mouth.” With one hand, I tease my clit back toward another climax. I could fuck this man all day. If loving sex and loving this intimacy makes me a “slut,” then I happily accept the moniker. But only in the bedroom. With my free hand, I stroke his cock faster, focusing more on the head now.

“You’re going to make me come, Alana.” His hands squeeze my tits, slap them, and push them together. He leans forward and applies pressure to my hand, urging it to make me come faster. “How do you like this now?”

I mumble something about loving it, about it fulfilling every crazy fantasy I’ve ever had about a hot man like Kase doing whatever he wants to me. And something about having this man’s balls rubbing all over my face while I stroke him, while he strokes me, brings me over the edge again.

“Look at you, coming again.” I feel the air open up, as he moves away, positions himself over me, and strokes himself fast and hard. His breathing quickens, and finally, he grunts long and loud, squirting ropes of hot cum all over my chest. “I knew it.”

“Knew what?” I hold onto his thick thigh for support.

“Knew you would be amazing.” Dipping his finger into his cum artwork, he slides his fingertip around then brings it up to my lips. I suck on it and wish I could have more. “It’s what I was afraid of.”

He was afraid. The thought of this emboldens me, empowers me. So I do make him feel. So I do have some control. And when both of us have cleaned up, and he lies down in bed and swoops me into his arms, I feel a knot in my heart I hadn’t been expecting. With his warmth wrapped around me, his heart beating against my chest, and a satisfied soft breathing against my neck, I have a hard time separating love and sex in my mind. I want this man—I want him every day. I want him pushing me out of my comfort zone, showing me how amazing sex can be, and teaching me about myself in the process.

He’s let me in, if only for a little while.

Can this thing—whatever it is—between us last? I don’t think it can.

But I don’t care right now.

Here I thought he’d be gone the moment it was over, but he stays. And I sleep harder and longer than I ever have in my life. My nether regions are sore, and my pride’s a little hurt, but it was worth it. Because that was the most amazing.thing.ever. And Kase knows it, too. Because he stays all night and all morning. And when Liam wakes up after a long night’s sleep at 7 AM, Kase says, “I’ll get him,” and lets me snooze.

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