Billionaire Daddy and Nanny 1(143)

He lifted my legs and I frantically pulled at the button of my jeans. I pulled down the zipper at the same time. I knew that he was never going to let me go.

He grabbed me by the waist and he pulled those jeans down while I shimmied in place to help him. Between the two of us, we were able to get me out of those things. He used two fingers to flip up the material on that negligee to see that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I picked up the bottle of champagne and he grabbed it from my hands like I was testing his willpower

He drank from the bottle and then pushed me to the center of the bed and gave me the same treatment that I gave him. His tongue was followed by a mouthful of liquor that had me standing practically on my head with my body arched and a moan of stunned appreciation coming from my lips.

“I thought that I was the only one that was full of surprises. It would appear that we both like to keep the other guessing.” I looked down between my legs and I could see him working his hand around the base of his love muscle.

“You’re not the only one that can think outside the box, Gillian. Stick with me and I promise that I will give you the moon.” He turned and I slapped both of his cheeks as he gave me the full moon. That was the kind of humor that had me smiling as he finally got into position with the knob kissing those lips that he had just vacated.

“I do believe that I have met my match and vice versa. Lillian has no idea what kind of hornet’s nest that she has stirred up by coming after us. If she has any hope at all then she will have to try to divide and conquer and that’s not going to work with us.” I reached down; holding him at the base and feeling him shudder from the way that my fingers skimmed up and down his length.

“I can’t stand it any longer, Gillian. I have to know what I have been missing out on. It’s been a burning question in my mind from the moment that we met.” He was in position and he just had to move his hips a little towards me to bury his staff.

He penetrated me with the head, pulled out and circled my clit with his knob. That left behind this wetness that clung to me like a second skin.

“You have taken your toll on me. I feel weak because every time that I think of you I get these profound images in my head. I know that you’re teasing me on purpose, but you better be aware that it’s not a good thing to play with fire. It’s possible that you will get burned.” I followed that statement up with my body pushing forward and giving him the keys to the threshold of my sex.

I opened up like a newly bloomed rose, the lips closing in around him and the suction from within keeping his attention. I saw the look in his eyes as each inch sank into the depths of my moist opening. I had my legs spread as far as they could go and it was a wonder that I was even able to bend that way.

“That has got to be the best feeling in the world. I have you stuffed full and there’s not even an inch to spare. I fucking love the way that you took charge. You weren’t going to wait around. I like that you are able to keep me on my toes.” Speaking of toes, he was lifting my leg and was sucking each individual digit sending signals to another part of my anatomy that was quite juicy already.



He stayed completely still, letting me adjust to the thickness and the size of his manhood before taking a hold of my ankles in his hands. They felt like shackles, but then he started that seesaw motion that had the friction of our bodies slamming together. My ass was coming off of the mattress to meet him stroke for stroke. I think that he enjoyed the effort that I made to make it that much more pleasurable for him.

He had shed his clothing and he never looked any better than in his birthday suit. The sweat was dripping from his body onto mine.

“Don’t just think about it…do it already.” My words encouraged a deeper penetration with sharp and decisive jabs of his hips that had me rising to the occasion. My nipples were hard enough to cut through glass. My legs were around his waist and I was waiting for him to come in for the kill.

“I can’t get over the way that you have driven me to the edge. I have barely begun and I already feel that the gun is about to go off. I have to slow down and think of something that isn’t sexual like maybe my grandmother in a bikini.” That was not helping any matters, but it did seem to sustain him long enough to make my climax give its seal of approval.

“I’m cumming… I know that you can feel it… YESSSS.” My insides began to vibrate and squeeze the living daylights out of him. His mouth was parted and I think that I surprised him by the control that I had over those internal muscles. I was not only letting the climax massage him in a profound way, but I was also squeezing down at the same time. It was enough to milk any man dry, yet he stayed in the cockpit and went from first gear to third gear in a matter of seconds.