Page 60 of The Nanny is Off Limits

“Oh,” she says sadly.

“I’ve just been busy and…tired,” I tell her.

“I get that,” she whispers. “Maybe I can…still help?”

“We will find a time to resume what we started; don’t you worry.”

“Well, I meant…now?”

“I don’t think I should come back tonight,” I tell her, even though my entire body is not at all in agreement with that.

“I don’t either but…there are other ways I could help…” She trails off and a smile finds my face thinking about having phone sex with her when she seems to struggle even saying the wordpussy.

“What did you have in mind?”

The sound of my FaceTime ringer comes through the phone and the thought of getting to see her naked has me answering it immediately.

“Hi,” she whispers with a sexy smile on her face. It’s obvious she has turned on another light, illuminating the room a little more and allowing me to see everything from the stomach up. Her lips are glossy like she’s put something on them and she’s pulled her hair up into a loose ponytail. Her dusty rose nipples appear to be hard and I wish I was wrapping my lips around them. “Take off your pants.”

I turn on my dimmest lights and prop my phone up on my nightstand before reaching for my AirPods. I put one in so I can hear if someone is outside my door but so I can also hear Elianna’s voice clearly. I do as she says and position myself so she can see me as well. “Can you see?”

She nods. “But this is about you.” She smiles. “As long as you can see me.”

My hand immediately finds my dick and I begin to stroke it slowly. “I can’t see your pussy,” I whisper and she giggles before she moves back slightly and I realize she must have her phone on a tripod or something. “Spread them,” I tell her and she nods slowly before spreading her legs obscenely giving me the perfect view of her pussy. Memories of my fingers, tongue, and cock buried inside of it come flooding back to me and I already feel like I could come. Two fingers find her mouth and I watch in shock and fascination as she drags them along her tongue and slides them down her body between her legs.

“Holy fuck.”

“I really…liked that earlier,” she tells me. “I love the way your fingers feel inside of me…your tongue…” She lets out a shaky breath. “There.”

“Your pussy.” I grunt as I begin to jack myself faster. “Say it,” I grit out, wanting to see and hear that word fall from those shiny lips.

“My pussy,” she says and I groan in response. It must spur her on because she begins rubbing her clit faster. “I want more.” Her voice is breathy and full of sex and I wonder if she’s nearing her climax.

“Fuck, so do I, baby.”

“I want to suck you until you come down my throat.”

“Shit.”

“You’re big…but I want to try to suck all of you.” She clears her throat. “Get all of your dick in my mouth,” she whispers, probably assuming I want to hear her say that specific word too.

“Jesus. You’re going to make me come, Elianna.”

“Good,” she purrs. “Pretend you’re inside of me.” She gets on her knees and moves closer to the camera so the focal point is her cunt. “I’m riding you right now. And”—she gasps—“you’re in so deep, Rowan. Fuck me.” She moans and my teeth bury into my bottom lip as I watch her spread her sex open revealing her wet, ripe clit.

My eyes flit away from the camera to my bedroom door, wondering if maybe I could make it to her room without making a noise. “Ellie, fuck me, baby. Right there.”

She gasps in response and moves so her face is back in the camera. “Is that…oh God…the first time you’ve called me Ellie?”

“Maybe out loud,” I tell her as I fuck my fist faster.

She sits back down and spreads her legs again, giving me the perfect view of all of her. “I love it,” she says as she rubs herself harder. “Say it when you come.”

“Fuck yes,” I tell her. “Can I come in your pussy?”

She nods. “Please.” Her voice is pleading and desperate as she chases her orgasm which I think is nearing.

“Are you close, baby? Rub that sweet little clit harder for me. God, it looks so wet and perfect. If I were in there, I’d lick you fucking dry.” I pull at my dick in a bit of frustration, wishing I could still taste her on my tongue.

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