Page 31 of Nanny for the Bossy Billionaire

When she realizes what’s going on, a sly smile appears on her face.

I first undo the buttons at my cuffs. Then ever so slowly undo the buttons along the front of my shirt. Once it’s open, I push the material off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Next, I open my pants and let them fall around my feet.

The second my dick is free it juts out from my abdomen. Ready for Naomi.

I step out of my clothes on the floor and walk toward her.

She puts a hand up. “To give you a taste of your own medicine I should walk away right now.”

“You should.” I smile. “But you aren’t that cruel. That’s number one. Number two, you’re just as horny as I am. A meteor couldn’t stop me right now, and I would like to imagine it’s the same for you.”

She smirks then closes the distance between us. She wraps a fist around my dick and a shiver runs up my spine. My legs begin to shake when she pumps me once, twice, then the third time. My hand goes to the nape of her neck, and I kiss her as she grips and strokes me.

A moment later, she steps back and slowly discards her clothes, item by item. It’s easily the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

Now, she’s standing in front of me, gloriously naked. Her full breasts sit high on her chest, her figure is dangerous with curves, going in and coming back out to create the perfect figure 8. Her velvety skin goes on for miles and miles. I fear that once I begin the journey that is Naomi, I won’t be able to come back up for air.

I scoop her up into my arms and she gasps. I carry her over to her bed and lay her down on it. Climbing over her, I part her legs with my knee and line my dick up with her pussy. I gently allow myself slide along it.

I take her lips in a tender kiss before I ask, “Do you have a condom? I have some, but they are all the way in my room.”

She nods frantically. “Yes, I do.”

“Good.” I smile.

“But Reid, there’s something you should know.” She looks shy all of a sudden.

“Yeah? What is that?”

There is a long pause, and then…

“I am a virgin.”

The words hit me like a freight train.

As in, I literally hear the sound of brakes screeching in my mind.

“I’m sorry. You’re a what?”

“I am a virgin,” she repeats.

I start to scramble off her but she stops me with a hand on my upper arm. “Please, don’t stop.”

“What do you mean don’t stop? You just told me you’re a virgin. Of course, I’m not going to fuck you.”

“Why not?” She almost sounds whiny.

“Because your virginity isn’t something that should be taken with as much careless abandon as I have in mind right now.”

“But I want that!”

“Well, I don’t.”

She looks down sheepishly. “I don’t want this to end.”

I smile at her. “It doesn’t have to end.”

She looks up at me hopefully.

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