The Doctor's Fake Nanny(56)

Cassidy flinched at the rage in his voice. She recoiled back, suddenly  afraid of him yet at the same time she couldn't ignore what he'd just  said. He went in search of her.

"You came looking for me?" she asked nervously. Had she made a mistake?  No, he still had all those dates he hadn't told her about.

"Fucking right, I did. The detectives gave up. I felt like such an  asshole looking for someone who obviously didn't want to be found."

Tristan was obviously out of his mind with fury. He paced the floor like  a caged animal. His face flushed with anger, and his eyes blazed each  time he looked at her. You could slice the tension between them with a  hacksaw.

"The women at the escort services are very aware of their femininity …   their sexuality. They know their job is to be all woman. It shows in  their poses. Even though I pose them, they still exude that womanliness.  Look at you."

He put the camera down and held up a small mirror.

"You're a beautiful woman. You skin gleams with health. Your back is  straight. Your body is perfectly conformed, yet soft. Art models can  hold a pose for a long time, that's their job. But to them, it's just a  pose."

Cassidy realized she was still naked and made a tentative move to pick  up the robe on the floor. Her sudden movement brought Tristan pouncing,  and she fell back on the mattress with him on top of her. Suddenly his  lips took possession of hers. Her hands reached down to caress his  engorged cock, kneading and massaging through the material of his jeans.  She pried open his lips with her tongue, sucking and nipping at his  lower lip until she had access to him. She plunged her tongue deep into  Tristan's mouth with a hunger and fierceness that surprised him. He  reached for her breasts, cupping the firm flesh mashed against his  chest.

"Make love to me, Tristan," Cassidy whispered throatily in his ear.

Unable to speak from her onslaught, Tristan raised himself up, pulling  her up with him as he did, then he carried her in his arms. He managed  to open the door and walked down the hallway past a couple of rooms  before they entered his bedroom.                       
       
           



       

Cassidy knew she wanted this just as much as she thought he wanted her.  The familiar feel of his lips made her drunk with desire, knowing how  much she missed his body and just being with him. The bittersweet  realization of her mistake stimulated her ardor like never before. She  wanted to make amends.

He set her down at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed behind her  back. His hips thrust desperately into her crotch until his hard cock  nestled between her thighs.

"I missed you making love to me," she told him as she began to undo the  zipper of his pants and moved with a frenzy to pull them off of him.

She pulled him roughly onto the bed and straddled him. Her face was  suffused with unbridled lust while Tristan's face displayed confusion.  It was a different Cassidy in bed with him. She had never been this  wanton in the past. She rubbed her ass back and forth against his hard  cock as she bent over him, her breasts hanging low over his face.

"Suck my nipples, baby."

Tristan grabbed both breasts and alternately sucked the hard and erect  areolas, flicking his tongue over the creased nubs. Cassidy wheezed at  every stroke of his tongue over her sensitive flange. Bolts of icy fire  went shooting from her boobs down to her crotch.

Tristan's hand traveled down to her panties, and with one flip of his  thumb the flimsy material shredded as he pulled it away from her thighs.  The feel of his cock rubbing against the wet silkiness of her pussy  almost sent her over the edge. She slithered her now naked body over him  and whispered in his ear.

"I can't wait to have your cock in my mouth."

"Yes," he moaned as she began her descent, sucking, biting, and nipping  the skin of his neck, shoulders, chest, and down to his throbbing  member.

Her mouth took possession as he gasped and throatily declared, "Your mouth feels so warm."

She massaged his balls, causing him to arch his back, pushing his cock  further into her throat. Her frenzied act drove Tristan crazy with  desire as he bucked uncontrollably against her mouth. His entire length  was imprisoned between her lips.

"Baby, slow down or I'll cum in your mouth."

Giddy with desire, Tristan pulled away from her and pushed her against  the bed. Cassidy knew what he wanted and spread her legs wide for him to  see.

"Your cock tastes better than I remember. Do you want to see how my pussy feels with your tongue?"

She teased him by stroking herself lightly before bringing her fingers  to his lips. Tristan opened his mouth and sucked. Then he slid down  between her legs, buried his face in her pubes, and inhaled deeply.

"You smell so good, Cass."

She moaned as his fingers parted the lips of her pussy. He blew gently,  the warm air tickling her, before he started to tongue her. He flicked  against the over-sensitive nub, sending fiery waves of tremor and  delight all over her body. Cassidy grasped wildly at the sheets with her  fingers. She exercised control not to orgasm. She wanted everything  that he could give to her.

The feel of his tongue probing, sucking, and sliding inside her almost  pushed her to the top. She groaned as he stopped suddenly and knelt  between her legs.

"I want to be inside you when you cum," he declared.

She grabbed his cock and positioned it against the opening of her  vagina. Still holding on to the rock-hard shaft, she taunted him by  rubbing it against her sopping clit before allowing him to penetrate her  completely.

Unable to hold back his desire any longer, Tristan wheezed as his hips  pushed hard against her. He filled her completely, like two missing  pieces that needed the other to make a whole. He balanced his body with  his elbows planted on each side of her chest as his lips sought the soft  skin in her neck.

He tried to push even further as she met his every thrust, wanting to  have all of him. She prodded him with her hands as she reached out to  the fleshy muscle of his buttocks and pulled him to her with every  thrust he made. Cassidy knew that she was almost there. Tristan's heavy  grunts told her the same thing about him.

"Cum hard for me, Tristan. Cum like I'm the only girl who ever mattered to you."

Tristan looked at her with dazed eyes. There was a sheen of sweat on his  forehead and shoulders. He grunted heavily as he increased the  intensity of his thrusts.

"Oh, God, Cassidy, yes!" he cried. He reared up and down on the bed,  trying to ram her even faster. He knew he was losing control as her  hands snaked around his back and held onto him like a vise.

"I'm going to cum!"

"I'm cumming too, baby!"

Their bodies trembled as they surrendered to the elusive feeling.  Tristan jerked and flailed as the powerful ejection rendered him  exhausted and drained. Cassidy twitched as her own orgasm sent her into a  lethargic state. She clung to him like a drowning child, never wanting  to let go.                       
       
           



       

When their breathing returned to normal, Cassidy made the first move to  get out of his arms. She had to. She didn't know if he was still angry  with her. If she didn't leave now, she may never want to leave again.

Tristan pulled her back and held her against his chest.

"I missed you, Cass. Don't ever disappear that way again."

"Am I forgiven then?" she asked with a sigh of relief.

The enormity of her mistake overwhelmed her. He was innocent of  everything she assumed him to be, but there was still something that he  was not truthful about.

"You never told me you were a fucking billionaire," she accused.

"Oh, Cass! I never told you because I knew that would scare you away.  You were always so anxious about what you didn't have …  too proud to  accept any of my offers to help. Being rich only means I can pursue what  I love most …  my photography. And, if you'll let me, I'd like to spend  the rest of my life making you a part of mine."

Cassidy hardly believed what she was hearing. It was everything she'd  always wanted, but she remembered lying to him earlier when she'd first  arrived. She wanted no more secrets between them.

"I really haven't been working long as an escort. Tonight was my first time on the job, and I'm glad it was you."

"No more secrets, then?" Tristan asked softly.

Her eyes were shining like stars as she looked up into his face.

"I have one more secret that you should know about," she said.

"What one more secret?"

Cassidy hesitated for just a moment. Would he bow out now? Was this the  test of his commitment to her? "I …  you …  we're … " No more secrets. She  didn't know how to say it. "You're a father, Tristan," she finally  blurted out.