The Billionaire's Nanny

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Lucas and I barely made it past the elevator doors, before he had his hands and mouth all over my body. He pressed me to the steel cold wall, mouth devouring mine mercilessly, and hands working to shed off whatever little clothing I had on.

With his free hand, he reached over, pressing the red button that brought the elevator to a quick stop for the second time this week. "What are you doing?" I managed to ask in breathy pants when he pulled back slightly.

He cupped my cheeks in one palm while the other wrapped around my neck loosely. "Do you know the only thing that has occupied my brain all week?" His voice was hoarse, deep, and dripped with lust and need for me.

I shook my head lightly, even though I had quite an idea what that was saying as I had shared the same thoughts but did a better job hiding it until now. I licked my lips, finding the strength to get words past my lips, "tell me,"

"I'd much rather show you Mufflin..." 

With my body pressed into him, it was easier to feel his c**k pressing into my abdomen and the feeling left thoughts—dirty thoughts—swirling in my head. But since when did my thoughts remain clean when Lucas was around me. Actually, I could not remember the last time I could think clearly around him. 

His movement now lacked the caution and tentativeness that colored them in the last few days as I felt his hands tugging open the light cotton of the flower shirt I had on. "This is vexing," he growled, before resorting to ripping the poor fabric apart.

"I really liked that one," I giggled, but made no move to stop him as he did the same for the lace bra that covered my hardened nubs that ached for his touch.

"We'll talk about buying more later." he took a small step back, a low growl rumbled in his chest as he caught sight of my spilling breasts. "Even more perfect than I remember them."

His words made my heart melt, sending more desire flooding through me down to my pooling s*x until it was nearly leaking down my legs. But the rational part of my brain that was not yet lost to the throbbing between my legs asked, "what about the kids?"

He closed the distance between us, one hand fondling my breasts and brushing my stiffened n*****s with the pad of his thumb. He rolled my n****e between his thumb and forefinger, then squeezed hard. I bit my bottom lip in a futile attempt to stifle a moan. "What about them?" he asked as his fingers trailed slowly, pushing past the band of the satin pajamas short I had chosen for the night.

I had chosen something so casual and well less than sexy because I had expected to go through my routine for the night, if I had known Lucas was coming home tonight, to not only light my world but also make the night spicy, my choice of wardrobe would bee very different tonight. Oh well, if he was not complaining, I wasn't either.

His hand continued lower, searching and pushing past the lace panties I had on until he found his wet, dripping prize. "What about them?" he asked again after I did not answer the first time.

My eyes clamped shut, and I worked to keep steady feet as his fingers worked my clit in slow and expert strokes. "Upstairs?"

"Sleeping and Emma is in her room for the night, but if it will make you feel better," I almost tumbled over as he added a new finger, speeding up his pace, "we can stop and wait till we go upstairs."

"Please don't stop," I moaned, gripping his shirt and shifting the weight of my body on his. I could not force a rational reply past my lips, just because I could not think clearly with his hands on me like that.

"That's what I thought." With a smug grin, he leaned lower, taking my n*****s between his teeth and biting so hard I almost screamed. I could not find the strength to though, since his fingers playing with my clit below, made me a heap of s****l mess.

He traded his mouth on my breasts for his hands again, groping and pulling in a matching pace with his fingers kneading below. His breath was hot and ragged on my neck as he spoke, but it was his words though that was enough to make my knees buckle. "I need to f**k you, Chris. It's the only thing I have been thinking about for the last few weeks. But first I need to taste your sweet tight p***y. Will you let me do that?"

My answer came out as a long moan and Lucas needed no further encouragement. His fingers latched on to my lace panties, attempting to tug them down, but ended up ripping it completely apart with a vexed grunt. My shorts followed next.

I whimpered in protest at having yet another underwear ripped away for the night, but it was only a facade since I did not mind buying a hundred more pairs just to feel the stinging yet enjoyable pain of having him rip them off me.

He dropped to his knees between my legs, his rough hands pushing my knees apart. "Open wider," he ordered, and like a programmed robot following his commands, my shaky limbs fell further apart from each other.

His hands trailed up my thighs, holding me over his face. "f**k you're dripping." he groaned, his eyes studying me with an appreciative smile that morphed into a smirk as I whimpered a yes, even though he really did not ask a question. He pushed two fingers inside me, kneading slowly and spreading my wetness. "Tell me Muffin, who are you wet for?"

I meant to give an answer, but words could not be formed, not in this state, so all I could give was an incoherent moan.

"You have to use words, Chris. Do I make you wet?" he asked as his fingers f****d me slowly.

I nodded, and gave a breathy, "yes,"

"Yes what?" he pressed.

"Yes, you make me wet." I moaned, rocking my hips against his hand. My chest rose and fell in a faster rhythm and I found myself succumbing to his touch.

"Good girl."

His fingers continued to tease me for the next few seconds. "Always so tight," he murmured in approval, "I cannot wait to feel you pulsing around my c**k when I give you what we have both been denied for so long. You want that don't you?"

"Yes, please," I cried, pulsing against his hand.

"Soon muffin." the warm rasp of his flattened tongue replacing his fingers sent shudders trembling through my body. It was a consistent movement, back, and forth and back and forth as he licked my sensitive and swollen s*x languidly until my limbs began to shake.

My body was climbing higher and higher with every deliberate movement of his tongue and every time his fingers plunged right back into me, my knees buckled. I could almost see my release insight. It all seemed like a dream…an incredible, erotic dream, like the ones I always had about Lucas. Only this time, it was not a wet dream. It was not me dreaming to have what I craved but unable to reach it and take it.

He was here, holding me, and bringing me to the edge of climax.

His tongue continued its assaults in a circular motion with light suction. One hand tightened around the rail of the lift, while the other disappeared into his thick long curly hair. Long moans and cries spilled freely from my lips and I worked to keep my orgasm at bay until he gave his permission for my release in one simple word.

"Let go!" he ordered.

I fell apart in surges of pleasure, shattering into pieces as waves of intensity washed over me, my orgasm hard and drawn out.

He had a proud smirk on his lips when he pulled away and pushed my shorts back up to my waist. After hitting the red button on the elevator he got to his feet. My feet were too weak to stand on their own and I was glad to have his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close into him.

I snuggled closer into him, closing my eyes to savor the sweet scent and feeling from being so close to him again. "I missed this," I mumbled dreamily making sure whatever space remained between us was completely destroyed, covered, and tosed away.

"I missed you even more Muffin," he pushed the sweaty hairs off my face and pressed a lingering kiss on my forehead. "and tonight I plan on making it clear just how much I missed you."

"Too bad because I plan on going to bed the moment we get off the lift," I said drily, forcing a yawn. His eyes narrowed and I could tell he could not see past my joke yet. The elevator door dinged open and before I made one step out, Lucas lifted me from the ground, hauling me over his shoulder. The last time he took me to his room in such an unconventional manner I was too pissed to enjoy what it felt like, but this time I worked to hold back the giggles as he made his way down the hallway, smacking my ass every time I pretended to resist him. "Put me down," I giggled again.

"I don't think so muffin. I'm not nearly sated with you yet and you are not going to bed until I have my fill of you sweet cunt. Neither of us are," he paused to open his bedroom door.

He dropped me on the bed, and I bounced on the bed like a helpless rag doll. He leaned down, towering over me, and seizing my girlish giggles with his lips capturing mine. "Lucas..." I moaned, my legs wrapping around him and pulling him closer until there was no space between us. He could have crushed me to death in this position, but I was too lost to care.

His hands roamed my body, pushing down my shorts with ease, my hands also worked quickly to shed off his clothing and in only a few seconds we were both without a piece of fabric. I sucked in a breath as I watched in anticipation and need as his hard and heavy c**k dripped with beads of precum, he also gave my fully naked and spread-out body a look full of adoration.

"Are you still on the pill?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"Never stopped taking it," I mumbled, eyes fixed on the fascinating sight of his hands running over his shaft in a slow, lazy rhythm.

He sucked in a sharp breath, "tell me why," he demanded, but I knew too well he knew the reason. He continued when I stayed silent. "Why stay on the pill? Was it because you wanted me to f**k you all these days?"

"You know I did," I breathed, resisting the urge to put my hands over his.

"You simply have to ask Muffin." he shifted closer and now his hot slippery head brushed my thighs.

"f**k me," I choked out.

He pushed his c**k harder between my thighs, "Ask nicely, and I might consider ending the torture sooner." he knew it was.

I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat. "Please..." I whispered, "please f**k me."

Lucas needed no further encouragement, he pushed himself off me, hooking an arm around my waist. I followed his lead when he pulled me up to a kneeling position, moaning as his teeth bit down hard on my shoulder. He turned me around with ease, so he was behind me and my back was glued to him. I gasped at the contact when his c**k pressed against my hip ass cheeks in the new position he put me.

His hips rocked slowly against my back in an effortless tease, clearly, my plea was not enough. "Please," I tried again, and he wrapped a hand around my neck.

"Shhh," he breathed in my ear. "This is going to go at my pace." His grip on my neck was loose compared to the fist he made around my hair roughly. He pushed my head lower until my thrumming cheek was laying flat against the cool and smooth comforter, giving him a perfect view of my ass as it hung in the air.

"I love seeing your needy cunt drip so hard for my cock." he ran his fingers from my p***y down to my thighs, spreading my wetness. I jerked up in surprise as he landed a hard smack on my ass, gripping it lightly as it jiggled.

He released his hold on my hair, but only so he could restrict any form of freedom I managed by holding my wrists firmly behind me. His free hand spread my cheeks opened, and I closed my eyes for a brief second waiting almost impatiently as the tip of his c**k breached my entrance.

"That's a beautiful sight," he grunted, pushing into me with precise slowness. I felt stretched out, gasping for air as he filled me with him. He repeated the process, pulling out slowly, "your p***y was made to be f****d, f****d by me, wasn't it muffin?"

"Yes," I moaned, backing further into him. "yes it was."

"Good girl," he murmured and I yelped from the pain of him pulling my hands from behind and ramming into me again.

His motion sped up and he plunged into me with quick, deep, and hard strokes. His breath, ragged and erratic was easily concealed by my cries and whimpers as he pushed me closer and closer to my climax with each move.

"Oh god!" I cried, both out of the pain and delight that coursed through me at the same time.

I half expected the aches the next morning, but for now, I could not care less, if anything, I craved them. Every last memory of tonight, though I was sure Lucas would be giving me no room to forget how well he could give me what I craved, what only he could give me.

"I ache to see my c*m dripping off you Muffin,"

"Please fill me with it." I cried, arching my back as he slammed relentlessly into me.

A long and deep growl rumbled from him and something cracked inside me as I felt the hot and thick spurts of his seed jetting inside me and drawing out my climax too.

My body shook violently, legs trembling from the force of my climax as he shook, jerked, and grunted through his own release until we collapsed together.

We stayed still through the next few seconds, connected and breathing hard through our mouths. Lucas was the first to move as he slipped out of me slowly and pulled my back hard against his chest. "You're so beautiful with my c*m dripping off you. I don't think I ever want to get the sight out of my head."

"I don't think there would be room for forgetting," I wiggled my ass into him and turned my head to kiss his lips. He turned me around, and I snuggled up closer to him, breathing in his scent, if I was not so spent, it would have been enough to make me giddy.

"This is nice," I mumbled lazily, my voice thick with exhaustion.

"Just nice?" he sounded amused.

"I mean we should do this often." I found the strength to chuckle.

"That goes without saying..." he trailed off, and I could tell he was thinking about something in a different time and place from here and now.

"What is it?" I raised my head to ask.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking how I'm going to schedule f*****g you every damn day once I make sure I break every last tie with my past life."

"We don't f**k every day now?" I asked, amused.

"Did I say just every day? I meant every hour."

"We'll be shagging even worse than bunnies, not that I'm complaining though."

There was a small beat of silence, and in that time it dawned on me that he had said: "...break every last tie with my past life." I could not help but wonder what other ties he might have with his past, but before the question made it past my lips, he pushed himself off me and got to his feet.

"Where are you going?" I plopped myself on my elbows and aked.

"As much as I love post f*****g snuggling," he stretched his hand out and I took it without hesitancy. "I—we need to take a shower."

"Is that code for I would like to f**k you in the shower?" I batted my eyelashes, giggling as he pulled me up.

"You know me too f*****g well."