Page 50 of Powerful Deception

I even called Honor into my office a few times so that I could fuck the thoughts of my nanny out of my mind.

I kept my distance.

All of that continued when she moved in, and I was doing great, until we came together in the kitchen a few nights ago.

Until she came down from her room at two in the morning in nothing but a shirt that barely covered her ass and found me in the kitchen.

And yes, I fucking noticed that the shirt didn’t cover much of her thighs. More so, when she came to where I was standing and placed her mouth on the spoon.

All I wanted to do was lay her across the counter, raise the shirt up and cover her pussy and tits in ice scream and to lick it off.

Who knew that watching someone eat ice cream could give you a half chub.

But it did.

It also didn’t help that I liked talking to her even if it was for a few short minutes. Hearing her sarcasm and seeing her blush at my words, made me go from chub to full mast.

I almost let my dick take over my thinking for a bit. I know for a fact that I wasn’t thinking when I told her that she was beautiful and didn’t belong in my club.

It’s that look that she gave me when she heard my words that is currently circulating through my mind.

Her hair was slightly wild. Her lips looked full, and her eyes looked wide. She looked like every one of her twenty-four years of age. Then I saw her blush and I couldn’t help but wonder if it traveled all over her body. I saw the way her breath hitched, and her shirt lifted a bit more along her thigh.

That image is what is making my dick hard to the point of pain.

Even when I close my eyes, all I see is Arianna and the urge grows even more.

So much that I find myself sliding down my hand until I grip myself tightly.

Hard stroke after hard stroke, I work myself trying to release the pressure my cock is currently experiencing.

My hand slams against the marble tile that lines the shower walls, a moan escaping when I tug at my balls and let my imagination run.

I picture the dark-haired beauty with the doe eyes kneeled in front of me with her mouth wide open.

I picture the tits that were on display in my office all those weeks ago, glistening from the water waiting for me to give them attention.

Then as I fuck my hand, I picture pounding into her delicate pussy and watching her as she drains me and when she’s close to finishing, it’s my name on her lips.

It’s at the fantasy of her yelling out my name that I explode into my hand. Cords release out of me, and it feels like it’s never going to stop.

I lean my forehead against the marble, recovering from my fantasies.

Dirty fantasies that involve the nanny.

A twenty-four-year-old nanny at that.

If I don’t go to hell for the shit I’ve done in my life, I might go for this.

15

Sometime after my release, I switched the water from scalding hot to ice cold. All because Arianna was still in my mind and all I wanted to do was to go find her and bring her in the shower with me.

To not let that happen, I took the coldest shower that I have taken since I was a fucking teenager. Given the circumstances, it won’t be the last.

Because there is something about this wannabe nanny that makes me want to lose my mind.

I don’t even think that Angelina made me feel this way.

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