The Billionaire’s Nanny by Logan Chance
Three
Bree
"I want to taste you,"I say. I can't believe this is finally happening. In the kitchen, no less, but I had to make my move tonight or never get another chance. His chocolate-colored eyes drop to my mouth and I lick my lips.
"Oh fuck." He grabs my hair in his fist, leaning my head to the side to gain better access to my neck where he plants his perfect lips, nibbling and sucking my tender skin.
His teeth are going to leave marks, and I hope they do. I want his brand on my body to never go away. I want him to mark me. To make me his.
I reach out for his zipper and his large hand clasps around my wrist. "Have you ever sucked a man's cock before?"
Part of me wants to lie and say yes, because I don't want him to think I'm a foolish, inexperienced girl, but I shake my head, my eyes never leaving his. "I want to suck your cock, Smith."
He runs a hand through his short dark hair, and for a moment, I think he's going to put an end to this, but then his hand guides mine to his zipper.
His eyes close, his head falling back slightly, when I undo the button and unzip his pants. The hard outline of his oversized dick strains against his black boxer briefs. I've never done this before, but instinct has me dropping to my knees on the tile floor.
I peer up at him, and his eyes are fixed on me. His tongue peeks out to coat his bottom lip. He's so sexy-so masculine-and I want to memorize every moment of my time with him.
When I free his cock, a drop of precum glistens on the tip. I stick my tongue out and take a swipe, licking it up.
The minute my hot mouth makes contact with his velvet skin, he groans. So loud. It's the best sound I've ever heard. His fingers twist in my hair, pulling and tugging me closer. I wrap a hand around his thickness to pump, matching the rhythm with my mouth as I take him as far down my throat as I can.
"Fuck, Bree," he murmurs, bracing a hand on the countertop as his hips buck, fucking my mouth. He takes control, and I open my lips wider, letting him thrust deep down my throat.
I love the feel of his skin inside my mouth. The taste of him. I'm so turned on. I need relief.
"I'm going to come," he tells me, before he tries to pull out. I dig my fingers into his ass, wanting it all from him. Hot liquid shoots down my throat and I swallow as quickly as I can, milking his dick with the last of his release until his orgasm subsides. He pulls his cock from my mouth, and I wipe my bottom lip and rise to my feet. He startles me with a kiss. It's slow and sensual and much more than I deserve.
I pull away. "I have to go," I tell him, forcing the words out and beeline out the door.
Smith is much too fast. That must be another perk of being so wealthy-you're faster than the speed of light.
"I should let you go," he says, clasping my wrist, "but I can't."
He can-and he will-but not right now. Not when he's looking at me like he wants to rip my clothes off.
I'm weak for him when he rubs his finger across my bottom lip. I'm also greedy and selfish; my body still aches, and I want him every way he wants me. I want him to remember me forever. I want him to give me everything he can.
Instead of leaving, I walk back inside. He follows me, and shuts the door behind him.
I've never been so brazen, but I've also never felt this type of insane sexual chemistry. I know where his bedroom is, so I cross the hardwoods to the staircase and make my way to his master suite, with him following me.
He locks the door behind him, and I move to the center of the room where I shed my skirt and T-shirt.
The scorching look in his eyes nearly sets the material of my bra and panties on fire.
I need release, so I run my finger to the center of my legs where I can't take it anymore and touch myself as he watches.
"Tell me how wet you are," he says.
"Very wet for you," I tell him as my finger makes contact with my slippery heat. I rub back and forth, toying with my clit. God, I need him inside me.
He steps closer and my heart pounds loud, the sound of it vibrating in my ears.
"Play with yourself for me." He stands at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt, as I finger myself, transfixed by his etched abs and lean muscles.
I touch myself, moaning as I do and he licks his lips, his eyes never leaving mine.
I am so wet. And it's all for Smith.
He removes the last of his clothing, and the sexy black boxers slide down his legs.
His dick is strong and proud and he grabs a hold of it.
"Is this what you want?" he asks, stroking his hand up and down his thick length.
My mouth salivates at the sight. "Yes, please."
"Bree, baby. You don't know what you're doing to me," he husks each word out as if each syllable burns on his tongue.
He sits on the edge of the bed and watches as I remove my bra and panties for him, groaning when my fingers trace over my hardened nipples. I cross to stand between his thighs.
He grabs a condom, and this is really happening.
I've dreamt about this so many times. And I hoped he felt the same, but really, I thought he'd push me out the door. He could have anyone. He doesn't need a nineteen-year-old messing up his life. So I'm going to take all I can get from him.
I straddle his thighs, and sink my pussy down over his length, slow at first. His fingers grip my hips, and once he's fully inside me, I rock back and forth in a steady tempo as he watches himself pump in and out of me.
"Fuck, yes." He moans. "Ride me."
"I've wanted you for so long," I whisper. "You're all I think about."
I've maybe even went as far as to picture it all with him.
He groans out as he keeps grinding me against him. "You like the way my cock fills you up?"
"Yes, yes." I moan as I ride him harder.
"You like the way I fuck your cunt?"
Ahh, I can't take much more of this. I'm so turned on. "Yes."
He bites his bottom lip as his hands reach around and grasp my ass, his fingers digging into each cheek, holding me in place as he moves inside me. Each rock of his hips drives me closer to exploding.
"Ride my cock you fucking dirty girl."
Thrust.
"Your pussy is so hot."
Thrust.
"So fucking good."
He squeezes my nipple between his fingers. "Play with them for me," he begs in a throaty whisper that is so damn hot it pushes me to the edge of an orgasm.
I reach both hands up, massaging my breasts as he watches. His eyes sear me as my fingers pinch my nipples, and he grows harder inside me. "Keep going."
His hands grip my hips as he watches, digging into the skin, bringing me down harder onto him.
He keeps thrusting, moving and fucking me until I barely know my own name.
"Smith," I cry out as I feel my orgasm building low in my belly. I'm so close. It's so good.
I ride him, grinding my pussy down harder, bouncing with each move of his hips.
He reaches down to play with my clit, rubbing with just the right amount of pressure.
I've never felt anything this good. Sure, I've had sex, but never like this. This man is a sex god and knows just how to touch me. I'm close to coming undone, and it terrifies me and excites me all at the same time.
I feel that first pop of my orgasm like a firecracker throughout my system, spreading through every cell. And then I can't hold back any longer. He pulls me down and pushes up and I'm gone. Completely gone.
"That's right. Come all over my big cock," he says.
And I do.
Hard.
He presses his lips to mine as my orgasm crashes like a wave through me.
"I love your pussy," he says, breaking the kiss. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come."
His body rocks up into me, and I ride out the last of my climax as his teeth sink into my shoulder. "Damn, Bree, ahhh." And then he jerks a few more times before his eyes find mine.
And we just stare at each other. Our breathing comes out in quick bursts. I search for the regret in his hooded brown eyes. It's not there yet, but it's coming. I'm almost sure of it.
I feel too much. I need to think.
I climb off him, rushing to the en suite bathroom to clean up.
This was...I don't know what this was. Well I do, I just don't want to admit it.
I find my clothes after I exit the restroom, and Smith waits for me in bed. Faster than I've ever dressed before, I slip out of this fantasy where we live happily ever after, and into what I was wearing before I removed it all. I'm as confused as he looks right now.
"Thank you for everything," I tell him. "But I quit."
And then I leave him behind.
