Page 119 of Worst Nanny Ever
She smiles up at me, and I kiss her slowly, wanting to savor it. To prove to myself that she’s going to be mine. When we finally part for a second, panting, she says, “I’ve had fantasies about this room too.”
“You’ve had fantasies about my music room?”
“Oh, yes,Mister Sir,” she says, her expression full of mischief. “You wouldn’t believe it. My mind is an unclean place. It’s even worse than my apartment.”
“Good. We’re going to make all of your fantasies come true.” Grinning, I urge her back on to the keg, and she sits down on it, spreading her legs for me. My cock is instantly hard, but it doesn’t get to play a role in what’s happening tonight.
I step between her legs and very slowly, very deliberately get down on my knees before her. Then I push up the skirt of that pretty purple dress and pull her panties down with my teeth—and she throws her head back with delighted laughter. The panties snag on her shoes, and I pry them off. They fall to the floor, but I pick them up, and after making sure she’s watching me, I tuck them into my pocket.
“I’ll be taking these,” I say.
“Will you mount them on the wall like a trophy?”
“Ollie would ask too many questions. I’ll have to hide them in my drawer like a pervert.”
She starts laughing again, but her laughter hitches as I spread her legs wider, pulling her toward me, and start kissing my way to her center. Her skin is soft and warm beneath my mouth, and I can feel her whole body arcing toward me, wanting my touch. My kiss.
I want her taste.
So I hook her legs over my shoulders and go right for what I want, burying my face in her as she grips my hair. I suck and lick, losing myself in her soft moans, in the slight pain of her fist clenching in my hair, in the way her body responds to my tongue and the graze of my teeth.
Her hand tightens in my hair, and I can feel her trembling now, her release close. My body begs me to stand up and thrust into her now, when she’s nearly there, so she can come all around my dick instead of against my mouth. But that’s not what tonight’s about. Tonight, I’m showing her that I want her pleasure even more than my own. I want her to know howhighlyI really do think of her.
“I’m coming,” she says finally, and I suck harder, move my tongue faster, wanting to give her the best orgasm she’s ever had. Wanting each orgasm I give her to be better than the last.
I feel her tense around me, and I keep worshipping her with my mouth until she tugs me up to her.
“You’re very good at that,” she says. “Even better than in my imagination.”
I smile at her. “Good.”
I pause, weighing what I’m going to say next. “I need to go home soon, but I was wondering if you could show me around. I’ve been here a bunch of times, but never with you. Not since we’ve gotten to know each other.”
“You really want a tour of a brewery you’ve been too dozens of times?”
“Yes. I want it with you.”
Maybe it’ll kill the mood, since she obviously hasn’t moved on from this place, but I get the sense that it hasn’t totally moved on from her either.
“We’re going to do that,” she says, her eyes shining. “I’m glad you want to. But first you’re going to fuck me on this keg.”
“Hannah.” My voice is ragged with my need to do just that.My cock aches. “I didn’t bring a condom. I wanted to…this was about showing you how much you matter to me.”
“If you really want to show me, you’ll fuck me. Besides, you don’t need one. I’m on the pill, and obviously I got tested after the Jonah fiasco.”
A fresh longing to kill Jonah rolls through me, but I grit my teeth and focus on what she’s trying to tell me. “You don’t want me to use a condom?”
“I want to show you around Big Catch while your cum is dripping down my leg. How does that sound?”
I get my pants shoved down so quickly it probably breaks some kind of speed record.
She opens her legs wider, inviting me in. Without hesitation, I line myself up and thrust into her hard, the feeling so overwhelming I nearly come on the spot. Especially when she wraps her legs around me and bites the lobe of my ear.
“Don’t go easy on me, Travis,” she whispers. “I want it all.”
I thrust in harder the next time, gripping her thighs on either side of me so I can get deeper, and she throws her head back, her curly hair streaming behind her, making a deep moan of pleasure that has me pushing in even harder, deeper.
The need I feel for her stuns me with its intensity. I’ve never wanted anyone like this. Never felt like this with anyone.
