Billionaire Daddy and Nanny 1(158)

“You really don’t want to take any chances. I can’t blame you and give her an inch and she will certainly take a mile. She will want to kill you for letting me slip through her fingers. That woman is insatiable, but there was always something more that I couldn’t put my finger on. She’s resourceful, tenacious and when she gets something stuck in her head there’s nobody that’s going to make her think differently.” Marshall was not telling me anything that I didn’t already know. I did like the way that he looked at me. I think that he was surprised that I would have those kinds of grapefruits to give Lillian more than she bargained for.

I felt something touching the back of my neck and I turned to see that this talk of secrets had done him a world of good. I got up, sighed and decided to poke fun at him a little bit. “I see that a girl’s work is never done. I’m going to have to take one for the team.” I made it sound like it was a chore, but I was looking forward to seeing what other positions we could get into before morning break.

He lifted me immediately from the chair and sat down. He stripped off the towel and let me see the monument that was ready to be mounted. I slid effortlessly down his pole, using gravity that had me landing heavily in his lap with my arms around his shoulders and neck. I was massaging with my inner muscles along the length of him and feeling that he was definitely up for another round and maybe more. I had created the perfect love machine.

My feet were on the floor and I pushed myself up and then back down with a resounding gasp from both of our lips. Marshall grabbed my breasts and was pulling the nipples to his mouth so that he could take both of them at the same time.

My hole was like an elastic band around his girth. I could see the lips kissing each inch as they went in and out of me with both of us climbing that mountain and ready to jump off the cliff.

Each time that I came down, he would lift his ass off the chair to meet me in the middle. The resounding crack of our bodies coming in contact was like a gunshot going off in the room. The echo of each thrust and moan from our lips gave us a new understanding of how our bodies seemed to be in perfect synchronicity.

“I thought that I was done for the evening, but hearing you speak of revenge really got me going again. I can see that it had the same effect on you. We need to play this cool and wait for her to be relaxed and unprepared for what is about to happen.” Marshall had a hold of my waist and I could tell that he was looking at me with that same hunger that a salivating dog does when it sees a bone.

“I get so damn hot thinking about what she is going to look like when we come through those doors. I can’t help but squeeze down on you, using those muscles that you have become intimately acquainted with.” I was feeling stronger, ready to go the distance, but then a shriek of terror interrupted our pleasure.

I turned and standing at the door was his mother looking faint and staring at us like she couldn’t quite believe that we were there. Embarrassed by how we had let ourselves get carried away, Marshall pulled me off of him and put on his pants without his underwear.

I probably should’ve been mortified, but I was more amused than anything else. I knew that she didn’t approve of us being together. She had witnessed what I was going to do to him when I barged into his house looking for a way to get rid of that pent-up frustration after having that meeting with Lillian.

I didn’t follow and I could hear him pleading his case with his mother sobbing saying that she was going to go blind. She said that it wasn’t natural for us to be together without a ring on my finger. I’m sure that she would have had a heart attack had we told you that we were secretly married. It wasn’t true, but it was fun to think about nonetheless. I had no ill will toward her, except that her backward thinking was only going to stand in our way.

It didn’t seem like a good idea to stay there. It would’ve been a reminder to his mother that I was not going to go away. She didn’t have to approve or even accept that we were together. I didn’t care one way or the other, but I got this feeling that her opinion meant more to Marshall than he was letting on.

I found myself going home to the sparse apartment that had only a bed and a few utensils to call my own. I could hear something scurrying in the walls, but as long as it didn’t make its way out, then we were going to be perfectly fine with one another. I turned up my music, drowning out any other sounds that might startle me awake. I found that sleep was not easy to come by. His mother had interrupted us and I had no chance to reach that feeling that was threatening to tear me apart.

I reached for the lone black bag by the bed, pulling out this long and menacing looking contraption. I pressed the button and it came to life with this loud buzz. I had to bring it under the covers. I moaned as it entered, pretending that it was Marshall, but knowing that this was no substitute. I had a pillow over my face to mute my screams. I tore into the pillowcase until feathers were flying everywhere. I became slowly enraptured, going from one climax to another and wishing that Marshall was able to hear and see my body respond in that way.