Chasing His Nanny: A dad's best friend, age gap, single dad romance (Chasing Her Book 1)

8. Bree

Good girl.

I never thought I’d ever like someone calling me. I’ve read it in my porn on paper books but thought it’d be an ‘ick’ for me in real life.

But it’s not.

I aspire to be his good girl.

“Finger your pretty pussy.”

Pretty pussy.

It gets better and better.

I slip my finger between my legs and watch as his eyes darken, his nostrils flare, and when he licks his lips, I envisage his tongue sliding over my wetness.

“Oh yes, you’re doing so well.”

I moan as he praises me and at the way he grips his shaft … and because his fingers don’t touch—he has enormous hands.

I swallow the more I look at his cock. There is no way he’ll fit.

I push a finger inside me, just to check how tightly my pussy fits around it. My walls grip my finger. “You’ll be too big for me.”

He blinks, then he laughs. “I thought you had a purple dildo that no man could match.”

“I do, but I’m not so sure anymore.”

He smiles. “I’ll ease you in gently. Now circle your clit with your other hand.”

I never thought for one moment Bast would be such a dirty talking man.

He pushes one knee onto the bed and then the other, before slowly edging his way until his knees touch my inner thighs, then he rests back on heels and watches between my legs.

Fuck.

This feels too intimate. We shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t stop.

My gaze goes to his heavy-lidded eyes. He doesn’t talk or blink as he watches my hands. And I suddenly gasp. “What are we doing?”

He stares at me, puzzled. “What?”

“You’re my dad’s best friend. I want you so much, but ...”

He doesn’t stop stroking his cock as he stares at my mouth, then my eyes. “It wasn’t a mistake.”

It’s my turn to be baffled.

“The kiss.” His voice is low and calm. “I panicked. I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“What are you saying, exactly?”

“I’m telling you, I want to do it again.”

My heart beat is speeding and not because I’m so close to coming but because he is telling me something I’ve longed to hear.

I swallow. “Me too.”

He watches me with a hard intensity in his perfect pale amber eyes. His cock juts to his stomach as he lets go and leans over until his hands press on either side of my head. His tongue wets his lips. “Thirteen years.”

“And you’re my dad’s best friend.”

A sigh slips from his lips.

I feel the same way.

We can never be a forever. One night won’t ever be enough. Yet, I know it’ll have to be.

Whatever is happening here won’t be for the long term. I can see the realization on his face. But it’s fine. I never asked for anything more. And right now, it feels like I’m in the dream I’ve played over and over in my head.

A dream I’ll play over and over forever.

The one where he is about to kiss me.

He brings his lips to meet mine for a quick kiss, then pulls back and stares.

I press my hands on his chest, feeling every fast beat of his heart.

He lowers his body and before he can change hid mind, he slams his mouth on mine.

Probing his tongue through my lips, kissing me harder until our tongues dance and our bodies grind together. I wrap my arms around his neck, wanting more, feeling him ... his lips ... his body ... his erection ... him.

He might only want me for tonight, but he finally wants me. And I want him too.

If a one-night stand is all I get, then that’s fine. I can live with knowing I had him once.

“I want to fuck you so bad, but first I want to taste you.”

I sigh.

I hate he only wants me for sex, but, at the same time, it’s what I want too.

“Do it.” My words come out as a beg, not a demand.

He kisses again before dragging his lips down to my neck, sucking and kissing as he scratches himself into me with the stubble on his jaw.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, Red?” Bast growls against my flesh. He wants me too. I moan as he shuffles lower and pulls my nipple into his mouth, nibbling on the hard bud, and I laugh nervously when I feel his cock slide along my folds.

“Not yet, baby girl.”

Oh my god, I’m loving the terms of endearment. I’m sure I gush wetness a little with everyone he utters.

His hot mouth kisses down my stomach, and further. My back arches, wanting more.

Oh my God.

I slam my hands over my pussy. “No.”

He takes my hands and presses them against the mattress and then inhales over my panties. “You smell too good to not eat. Tell me I can?”

“I’m ... It’s just that ... Mmm.” My sentences fail me every time.

“I know, baby. I’m here to show you how good it can feel.”

I bite my lip as I watch him inhale my scent again. He grunts—the sound totally feral.

This is a side of him that I never thought I would see. In all my experiences with him, I have never seen him behave in this way. But I love it.

“I’m not going any further without your consent.” He waits patiently.

My gaze meets his heavy-lidded eyes. “You’ve got it.”

He smiles and because he is still holding my hands against the bed; he leans lower and bites on the waistband of my panties and drags them down. As soon as his eyes meet mine, an overwhelming sensation of invisible hands clutching my lungs takes over, leaving me breathless.

When I lift my ass in the air, he pulls my panties further down my legs.

With a grunt of approval, he leans in to smell me once more, clearly enjoying the aroma. I should be embarrassed, but this time I know he really likes it. And when his tongue slides through my folds until the tip of his tongue lands on my clit and circles, my hips jerk, and desire blooms throughout my body.

He chuckles. “I love you’re so responsive.” He sweeps his tongue through my slit again and pauses.

With a wild look in his eyes, he licks his lips. “You taste so sweet.”

My bones shake as arousal blooms in my stomach.

Oh. My. God.

I’ve been waiting for this moment so long that I feel like I might come at any moment. I’m so overwhelmed by Bast doing this, I don’t even notice the moment I grab at his hair and push his face against me.

Not until my legs are shaking.

Not until he says, “Do you want to come?”

“Yes.”

He circles my clit with his thumbs as he licks me over and over.

“Oh ...” My back arches, meeting his mouth.

“That’s it baby, come for me. Show me how beautiful you are when you break.”

He slides his thumb along my slit, pressing it inside me. His mouth suckers over my clit, and I don’t know if I can hold on.

“I’m ... I’m going to come, I’m going to come, I’m going to—“ I can’t finish as white heat shoots through my body, heating my veins with lust.

“That’s it, Red. Come for me.”

“Bast—“ I screech his name over and over as my hands finally lose the grip on his hair.

When I come down from my high Bast is observing me.

“You’re perfect in every way.” He straddles my thighs and presses his cock against my core. “Do you feel what you do to me? What you’ve done since the day you came here?”

I try to contain my grin by digging my teeth into my lip.

“But I can’t fuck you without a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” I say. “I won’t get pregnant.”

“You’re on the pill.” His voice lowers.

I nod. “Mother took me to the doctors because my periods were erratic. I think she thought I’d go out and get pregnant and bring shame on the family.” I sigh. “Funny, because now she’s trying to marry me off and wants me to have those babies.”

Bast only stares at me.

“Don’t you have any condoms?”

He sighs. “I’ve been celibate for over five years, and as much as I’d love to fuck you senseless right now, I ...”

“Five years?” My breath catches in my lungs. “But your wife died two years ago.”

“I know. One week before the twins were born.” I have a feeling he needs to tell me more, but I wait for him to speak again. “She was hoping it would set off her labor.”

I want to ask what happened between him and his wife, but that conversation is for another day. I blow out a breath and say instead. “I know you’re clean.”