Chapter 8
EIGHT
Jeremy
I’m going to make this little girl my wife. She’s pure perfection. At my command, she slides off my lap and then oh so slowly lifts her dress, inch by inch. My cock strains against my zipper at her little show.
No bra, and I already took her panties. So when she finally, finally slips her dress over her head, she’s totally bare. Exactly as I want her.
My eyes drink her in. A proposal is on the tip of my tongue. But I want to do this right, which means with the ring. So I bite back the question, only saying, “Good girl.”
Her cheeks flush as she climbs up onto the bed without making me ask a second time. Fucking. Perfection. So obedient, so eager to please.
And yet I know my gorgeous girl—outside of the bedroom, she’s her own woman. Confident. Capable. Self-assured. But inside the bedroom, she’s all mine to do with as I please.
And I will—because that’s what she needs. But first I need to get her past this silly notion that there’s something wrong with her. And I need to make her tight, little hole ready to take my cock.
So I remove my shirt and socks but leave my jeans on. At this, Anna’s pretty little mouth turns down. My God, she’s even sexy when she’s pouting. I can tell it’s killing her not to say anything, but she doesn’t voice her disappointment, merely presses her teeth into her full lower lip in the way that always drives me crazy. My resolve to wait both to fuck her and to propose wavers.
“On your back, baby,” I order, voice hoarse.
To my delight, she murmurs, “Yes, Daddy,” and then quickly obeys.
And then my hungry hands are all over her. Mapping her curves and arranging her against the pillows until she’s laid out exactly as I want, reclining, legs spread.
“Fuck, baby. You’re a goddamn work of art.”
“I’m glad you like, Daddy,” she says, the final syllable turning into a moan as I suck on a rosy nipple.
Fuck. I’ve spent so many long nights desperate to know whether she’d feel as good as she appeared on my cameras. And my God, she is. My hands will never get enough of her curves, not in a million years. She’s round and soft in all the right places, exactly as a woman should be.
I can’t wait to breed her. I only regret that it can’t happen sooner. But she’s so close to obtaining her degree that knocking her up tonight isn’t an option. No matter how much I’d like for it to be.
Thankfully, one of the morality clauses in Anna’s contract requires her to be on the pill. It’s not one that I would have included, but one that the sisters insisted on.
Now, well... While it’s a relief that I won’t have to pull out or use protection, it’s also bittersweet. Because I don’t just want to fuck my nanny, I want children with her, a family, a life.
A life together that begins tonight. Right fucking now.
“Lift your hips, honey.”
As before, she hurries to obey, arching her back, feet planted on the mattress as I slide a pillow beneath her ass. There. Now I have her exactly as I want her, and not a moment too soon.
The pillow gives me a perfect view of all of her. She’s so wet, so ready for me, despite me having done nothing yet except spank her luscious ass. An ass that’s still pink from my blows... but it’s not her ass I’m concerned with right now.
Her pretty little pussy is quivering with anticipation. Lying between her legs, I resist the urge to devour her, ghosting my breath over her eager cunt as I fondle her full breasts. Breathing deeply, I inhale the sweet scent of her before tracing her pussy lips with my tongue. God, she tastes just as good as I remember.
My fingers are merciless as I toy with her nipples, but my tongue is all tease, all promises of pleasures to come. I lap up her sweetness, neglecting her clit save for the briefest licks, never when she expects them.
Unorthodox, maybe, but I’ve studied my gorgeous girl night after night and know exactly what she needs. Which is why my right hand slowly travels downward, caressing her curves, even as my other hand continues its torment of her nipple. By the time I slide two fingers inside her, she accepts them easily. She’s that wet.
Soaking wet and increasingly agitated at my treatment of her clit. Fuck, the way her hips rise off the pillow, the way she presses that sweet cunt against my face, searching for more contact, is nearly enough to make me blow my load.
Because while I’m paying more attention to her clit now, it’s still not as much as she craves. And that’s exactly as it should be.
I slide a third finger in, and she gasps. I can tell that she’s at the edge of what she thinks she can handle. But before the night is over, this pretty little pussy will take so much more than my fingers...
“Daddy, please,” she cries, grinding against my face.
“Please what, baby?” I crook my fingers inside her, beckoning her closer to the edge of pleasure that she always backs away from at the last moment.
“I’m so close,” she whines. “You’re being cruel.”
“Sometimes daddies have to be cruel to be kind, angel.”
And while that’s the truth, it’s also true that my gorgeous girl is very close indeed. I can see it in the tremble in her thighs. And with the way she’s grinding her pussy against my face, she’s perilously close to coming without permission.
She’s not the only one who’s close. My own restraint is damn near close to snapping. I need to be inside her.
“Come for me, baby. Come for Daddy.”
I murmur the command against her cunt a split second before I stop holding back and blow her fucking mind. Jesus, this is what I’ve dreamt of—devouring her without holding back.
Sucking her clit between my lips, I swirl my tongue around the sweet little bud. Again and again, I fuck her with my fingers, refusing to let up on the merciless attention I’m giving her clit, even as her cries fill the room.
Her thighs clamp down on either side of my head as her hips buck and her wetness coats my hand. And then I’m tearing off my jeans and boxers, unable to wait another minute to be inside her.
Kneeling between her legs, I stare down at her flushed face as I position the head of my cock at her entrance. Determined not to hurt her, I mentally prepare myself to go slow. But then my gorgeous girl wraps her legs around me, and I’m lost.
My hips snap forward as I push into her virgin cunt. There’s a brief moment of resistance as she cries out, “Daddy!” And then I’m in, balls deep in the girl of my dreams.
Fuck. She’s even tighter than I thought possible. Heart pounding, I breathe deeply, forcing myself to remain still—both because her body needs a moment to adjust and because I’m half-afraid that one more thrust will end this before it starts.
But then she tilts her hips toward me, begging for more, and holding back even a second longer becomes an utter impossibility. I pull back, and then thrust forward, establishing a slow, steady rhythm.
Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer, deeper. Fuck. There’s no way I’m gonna last. Not when she’s this tight, this wet, this responsive.
God, I love this woman so fucking much, but I don’t want the first time I say those words to be when I’m fucking the hell out of her. Adjusting the angle of my thrusts to give her maximum pleasure, I capture her lips in a bruising kiss in a desperate attempt to cut off the truth that everything in me is dying to say.
Thrust for thrust, her hips rise to meet mine, urging me on harder, faster, deeper as an inexorable pressure builds in my balls. Lips and teeth and raw need, our kisses becoming more urgent, more filled with need. I pound her sweet little cunt, my rhythm more erratic as we both rush toward release.
And then her pussy clamps down on my cock, milking it, as she turns her head to the side, crying out, “Daddy,” once more. That single word destroys me. Helpless to do anything else, I follow her over the edge, filling my gorgeous nanny with my cum.