Chapter 5
FIVE
Jeremy
Anna’s discomfort is intoxicating. I want to spank her just to discover whether her ass turns the same pretty shade of pink that’s suffusing her creamy skin from the roots of her hair down to the neckline of that sexy little dress.
But even more intoxicating is her tenacity. She’s an intelligent woman. We both know that I know what’s in the package, and yet still she clings to her silly lie. Her small hand clutches at the box—as if she thinks she could actually get it away from me—even as the tops of her luscious breasts strain against the thin fabric of her dress, her nipples hard little points that I want to suck and bite.
I should end this game, put her out of her misery. But a sadistic part of me is delighting in her embarrassment.
And the fact that my sexy little mouse is too foolish and stubborn to back down has me so hard that it’s all I can do not to toss the damn box aside and lift her up onto the counter and take her. These shorts hide nothing. If she glances down, she’ll see how hard she has me.
But, no, my horny little girl is too brave and foolish to break eye contact.
Upstairs, the shower turns on, reminding me that we aren’t alone, and this isn’t a game. My thirteen-year-old son is upstairs. Anna and I need to sit down and discuss this like adults.
I know this. I came in here with an objective. But it’s hard to focus with how blatantly she keeps checking me out.
Oh, I caught her surreptitious glances other times that I took my shirt off, but I misinterpreted them, chalked them up to innocent curiosity. After all, how many male bodies could she have seen growing up in a convent?
But my view of my nanny’s innocence shifted when I heard her begging for a daddy earlier tonight. I have no doubt of her sexual inexperience, but her desires are clearly more complicated than I realized. And not just complicated—they match perfectly with mine.
Still, I believe in starting as you intend to go, so I need to get the truth out of her. Need to make her confess. I can’t get distracted.
But the longer we stand here, eyes locked, the harder resisting her becomes. Because the mix of innocence and vulnerability in her gaze is weakening my resolve to make her confess before telling her how I feel. Hell, it’s flat out short-circuiting my self-control. And so instead of fucking talking to her, I do what I’ve wanted to do for years.
I kiss my son’s nanny.
Rosemary and mint surround me as I snake my free hand around Anna’s waist, pulling her closer. She releases the box with a soft gasp, and I set it on the counter.
I thread my fingers through the golden strands of her hair, becoming so tangled up in her that I wonder who’s actually in control. Lowering my head, I pull her more tightly against me, brushing my lips against hers.
Her mouth opens beneath mine, and I’m done for—she’s ruined me with one taste. I’ll die if I don’t get to kiss her every day for the rest of my life. Awash in her innocence, I’m reborn. She molds herself against me, and it’s even more perfect than my fantasies.
She must feel my rock-hard dick pressing against her, but she isn’t horrified, isn’t running away. No, she’s kissing me back with an intensity to match my own.
My God, she’s truly fucking perfect.
If kissing her is this good, what will tasting her be? How sweet is the horny little pussy she hides beneath her teasing dresses? A pussy I’ve seen on camera but never in the flesh.
The thought of licking Anna, of making her scream my name, has me even harder—and hungrier. Needing more, I deepen the kiss, our tongues warring as her inexpert mouth dissolves the last vestiges of my restraint.
Fuck. She’s so innocent, so inexperienced. I don’t want to frighten her. Yet the passion with which she kisses me back has me dangerously close to dropping to my knees, peeling off her panties, and feasting on her delicious cunt.
She moans, her small hands clutching my shoulders, and my cock demands that I bury myself deep in her wet warmth. The urge to hear her make that sound again—but while I’m balls deep in her tight little twat—is nearly overwhelming, and yet...
Kissing this beautiful girl is wonderful in its own way, and I want to savor it, savor this moment—our first kiss. But the monster urges me to stake my claim, to take both her first orgasm and her virginity now.
Grasping her hips, I lift her onto the center island, not breaking the kiss. I slide my hand beneath her dress, running my thumb over the soaked fabric of her panties, right along her slit.
She gasps into my mouth, wrapping her legs around me, demanding something I doubt she understands. I slip my thumb beneath her panties, swallowing a groan at how fucking wet she is.
Pushing the damp fabric aside, I slide a finger into her virgin hole. Fuck, she’s tight. I’ll be lucky to last thirty seconds inside her. And she’ll be lucky if I don’t split her in two.
Anna pulls back slightly, her mouth still teasingly close to mine. “Jeremy,” she says, breathless. My cock grows harder at the way she gasps my name against my lips. “We need to—”
“What I need to do right now is taste that delicious cunt. And what you need, angel, is to be a good girl and come against your daddy’s face when I tell you to.”
I murmur the order against her ear, then move my mouth lower, kissing and nibbling on the slender column of her neck. Gently but firmly, I push her down so that she’s sprawled on the island—a feast I can’t wait to devour.
“No, Jeremy, you don’t understand. We—”
Her words break off in a small cry as I push my finger in deeper and tease her clit with my thumb, giving my horny little girl the stimulation she clearly craves.
Moaning, she grinds her pussy against my hand, her wetness coating it. Feeling increasingly frantic, I slide a second finger in as I lower my mouth to hers, prepared to cut off any further protests with more kisses.
But just as my lips touch hers, demanding access, she presses her hands forcefully against my chest. “Please,” she begs, practically panting the word. “We can’t do this here. Not with him in the house.”
At the desperate plea in her voice, I nearly take a step back. I know that I need to take a step back, need to pull my fingers out of Anna’s precious little pussy.
Because she’s right—it is completely fucking insane to be doing this with Elijah upstairs. I need to stop, but I… I can’t. It’s wrong, but if I don’t taste her now, I really might lose my fucking mind.
“Shh, he’s still in the shower. We have time. Come for me first,” I plead, hating the desperation in my voice. “You’re so close. I know you can.” To emphasize my point, I slide my fingers over her G-spot. A shudder goes through her, her pussy squeezing my fingers so hard I nearly blow my load.
“Jeremy!” she hisses. “Elijah’s out of the shower.”
At my son’s name, reality comes crashing back down. The sound of running water has stopped. Elijah could come back down here at any moment and find us like this. I need to fucking get a grip.
And yet I can’t. I’d rather cut off my own hand than stop touching Anna now. Not when she’s so wet, so perfect, so fucking close …
Knowing I’ve completely lost my mind, I drop to my knees. Burying my face between her legs, I suck on her clit while continuing to stroke her G-spot. And that’s all it takes—the next second Anna explodes, grinding her perfect little pussy against my face.
Satisfied, I stand, slowly withdrawing my fingers from her perfect fucking cunt even as she frantically pushes her dress back down. Gently, I lift her off the island.
“Is the food here yet?” Elijah’s voice drifts down from the top of the stairs.
“Jeremy… your…” Face pink, Anna stumbles over her words.
Fuck, why is her embarrassment such a turn on? But God help me, it is.
But when her gaze drifts down to the giant tent in my shorts, I understand. Fuck.
“Not yet, buddy,” I call out, then turn my focus back to Anna. “We’ll finish this later, little girl.”
What I don’t add is after I punish you for lying . Because while I suspect Anna will very much enjoy a thorough spanking, she likely won’t understand that about herself without a practical demonstration.
A demonstration that I want nothing more than to give her now. But I need to get a fucking grip. Because as much as I want to be Anna’s Daddy—I’m still Elijah’s father and any second he’s going to walk into the kitchen and discover exactly how depraved I am.
Anna has me so fucking hard that I know that there’s no way I’m going to be able to mentally will this boner away. So though it nearly kills me, I tear myself away from my sexy nanny and disappear into the laundry room.
Locking the door behind me, I press my forehead against the wall, waves of desire rolling through me. My God, she tasted better than my wildest fantasies of her.
And that dress she was wearing should be goddamn illegal. Was she trying to make me lose my mind—wearing it without a bra?
What I’d give to tongue those sweet little nipples…
Except I can’t—not right now, not with Elijah now on the other side of that door, chatting happily with Anna as they set the table. But if I don’t do something, my balls will fucking explode. So without stopping to consider it, I push my shorts down and pull my cock free.
I jerk off with fast, furious strokes. But it’s Anna’s mouth sliding along my cock, sucking me deeper, tongue swirling around the head. It’s her tight virgin pussy I’m pounding into, again and again...
The thought of popping her cherry—of being my gorgeous nanny’s first and last—pushes me over the edge, and then I’m coming... in my utility sink.
After pulling up my shorts, I run water in the sink, erasing the evidence of my depravity. I splash water on my face, then force myself to return to the kitchen. I find my nanny and son in the breakfast nook, cartons of takeout spread across the table in front of them.
Anna gives me a small, amused smile. “Hope you don’t mind that we decided to skip the dining room tonight and just eat in here.”
“No, that’s fine,” I reply, half choking on the words.
Still feeling wildly unbalance, I don’t join them. Instead, I walk over to the sink and stare out at the backyard.
The sun is only just setting, yet it feels as if a lifetime has passed.I’m not the same man who left my office. Raw, uncontrolled lust isn’t my style. I don’t just take my goddamn cock out like some kind of animal...
But tonight I did—I just jerked off in my fucking laundry room like some kind of animal, right after eating finger banging my nanny in the kitchen…
“Dad? You gonna join us?” Elijah asks around a mouthful of sushi.
Turning toward him, I nod. But as I’m about to make my way across the kitchen, my gaze lands on Anna.
Sitting at the table next to my son, she looks like a fucking goddess. The sun’s last rays catch strawberry highlights in her wavy blonde hair that, despite my fixation with her, I somehow I never noticed before.
What else have I missed about this girl?
“Jeremy?” She shoots me a concerned look and bites her lip. “Did you hear Elijah?”
Despite the innocence of the action, the sight of her teeth pressing into the flesh of her lip brings my cock back to full mast, and I’m grateful the island lies between me and the breakfast nook, shielding my arousal from view.
“Yeah, I’ll join you in a second. Just let me get some water first,” I say, opening a cabinet and taking out a glass.
“No, I asked if I could spend the night at Max’s. What’s up with you tonight, bro?”
“What?” Forcing myself to focus, I turn my attention to my son. “Yeah, sure. That’s fine.”
“Sweet!” Elijah exclaims, jumping up from the table. “Can we go now?”
“Sure, I’ll drive you over,” Anna says, starting to stand.
“No, absolutely not.” I gesture for her to sit back down. “Finish your dinner.”
“But Xander’s already there,” Elijah whines. “I wanted to ask you when the sushi came, but Anna said I had to wait. Why were you in the laundry room so long?”
“I really don’t mind taking him now,” Anna protests.
“No, I’m going to rinse off real quick, then I’ll take him. Finish your dinner.”
Elijah and I both head upstairs. While he packs, I take the world’s fastest shower. The sooner I drive him to his friend’s, the sooner I can get back to Anna.
When I return to the kitchen, however, she frowns at me. “I really don’t mind taking him, Jeremy. It’s my job.”
I shake my head. “You’ve already had a long day. I wish you hadn’t taken that double lab instead of lunch on Fridays. You’re working too hard this semester.”
At this, Anna shoots me a puzzled glance. “You know my schedule?”
At her innocent confusion, something in my chest twists. Fuck. How the hell is she going to react if she discovers how obsessed with her I am?
You mean when she discovers.
I hesitate a moment too long, then sigh. “I know more about you than you realize, angel, but that’s a conversation for later.”
Anna seems on the verge of saying something else, but I shake my head. “Later,” I say, then flee to the garage like the coward I am.