Billionaire Daddy and Nanny 1(139)

He had control of me and messing around with him was asking for more trouble than it was worth. I couldn’t say that and mean it with a straight face. If necessary, I would’ve walked over broken glass and stood up to just about anyone to be with him. I thought about Lillian and what she had done to keep Julia from making problems. It could’ve been a bluff, but I had this feeling that she wasn’t prone to saying something that wasn’t true.

“What the hell is that?” He had slipped me the finger and latched onto another part of my anatomy that was most appreciative for the attention. I was pushing myself up against him, putting my hands on his shoulders for support as I felt it coming. He had raised the bar for other men and I was soon flying by the seat of my pants. I wasn’t wearing pants, but it didn’t I mean that I wasn’t transported to another realm of existence.

I had no idea that I was capable of screaming with that kind of intensity. It rattled the very cups that had our coffee sitting on the counter. I thought for sure that the windows were going to explode. That would cause us to run for cover from the raining shards of glass.

He was slapping my thighs, making this humming sound that only prolonged and enhanced the experience. I was completely enthralled, lost to the moment and pulling at the short hairs on his head with my body now climbing to the very end of my rope. I thought that one orgasm was plenty, but the second one that followed the first was even stronger. I was moaning with my eyes rolling into the back of my head and my body at the crescent of my pleasure.

The pleasing way that he circled my clit without even touching it was making me extra sensitive. I would’ve loved to have taken a snapshot of the moment. I wanted to hold onto that feeling, bottle it and then bring it out when I needed that pick me up.

His lips were covered in my secretions and that glistening sheen was a dead giveaway that he had gone above and beyond. I touched those lips, tracing them with my finger and then made him suck it deeply in and out of his mouth. It was such an erotic and naughty thing to do that it was right up there with the way that I had played with him with my feet.

He was licking the dew drops of my excitement off of my thighs and biting lightly to make me hunger for something even more than lip service. He didn’t stop until he was lightly tickling my clit and making me push back against him with my foot against his chest. I was oversensitive and anymore and I probably would’ve passed out from the sheer bliss of the moment.

He stood up with both hands on the island on either side of me. He kissed me, letting me taste the ambrosia of my flavor attacking my taste buds. It was all that I could do not to lie there in a prone position with my head hanging over the side and not giving a damn about what kind of impression I was making on the locals that were passing by.

“Miss West, I do believe that I have finished what I started. I’ve worked myself into an appetite. You may need some time to compose yourself. I would like to request the honor of your company for breakfast. I just hope that I don’t have room for dessert.” He licked his lips, making me feel like my pie was the only thing on the menu.



I sat there at the table, playing footsy with him underneath the tablecloth and seeing him squirm to my touch. I was running my bare foot up the inside of his jeans. It was a tight fit and I had to contend with putting both feet in his lap. He kept looking around like our display was going to be caught.

The feeling was sublime to feel the outline of his desire for me. I was only priming him and pumping him up for the test that I had come up with to measure his stamina. My legs were quivering with that need building by the second. I would have gladly squatted over top of him and taken him into me with his pole following the silky contours of my inner muscles.

“I believe that I’m going to have the steak and eggs. I’m quite famished and you drained me of everything that I had left. I need to replenish with a carbo load of calories.” I took the freshly made orange juice. I drank half the glass with my lips feeling parched and in desperate need of something to quench my thirst.

“Marshall, we need to talk about business. Do you think that you can manage that with this distraction?”

“I have gotten a couple of text messages and they are not very promising. I thought that one of these two companies would feel like fighting back. Whatever she has over them is substantial enough that they don’t want to rock the boat. I’m not giving up. There’s still a few at the bottom of the totem pole that might want their pound of flesh. We’re just going to have to be patient. I know that is not either one of our strong suits, but I think that we have learned that sometimes good things come to those who wait.” I was still playing the naughty vixen under the table and he was having trouble speaking.