The Billionaire's Nanny

24

Oh

My

Fucking

Gosh

If there was ever a rational part of my brain, it must have deserted me the moment his lips crushed mine. He was kissing me. Lucas was kissing me and it was not me daydreaming, or night dreaming or dreaming at all. His lips were on mine for real.

I was too stunned to move or kiss him back. I just stood there for the first few seconds, as his lips moved against mine. Never in my life have I wanted something so bad only to actually get it in the end.

I almost did not know what to do. But all of that confusion washed away as he nudged me closer. His lips moving against mine were warm, and they tasted like the wine we had just had.

The kiss was soft, almost tentative, but still hard, controlling, and driven by the lust I had to keep in for weeks. My fingers made a fist, grabbing his shirt, and holding on to him like my very life.

His other hand was at the back of my neck, holding me tight as his tongue plunged into my mouth, with such passion that my toes curled. I surrendered my entire being to him, as he kissed me because he was in absolute control.

I moaned into his mouth, heat flooding my thighs and leading up to my core. I could feel the unmistakable bulge of his erection on my belly, and that only spurred me on. I dug one hand in his hair, while the other held on to him for support, as the desire rocketed through me, making me rise to my toes.

It was too soon when his mouth pulled away from mine, and I shamelessly inched forward, capturing his lips again, before we finally pulled apart.

"Chris," he said between harsh pants with his forehead resting on mine. I was too lost in the haze of our kiss to respond.

That just happened.

That just happened and I had my breathless state as clear proof.

He pushed my already free dress up slowly until it was bunching up at my hips. A shiver ran through me and it had absolutely nothing to do with the breeze this evening.

"Do you still want me to stop?" he asked as his hand found my lace underwear.

"No, please," I whispered, hands clutching his shoulders desperately to hold myself up.

In a swift movement, he turned me around so I was the one with my back on the wall of the balcony. I gasped as my back hit the cold smooth wall, but the pain was nothing close to the excitement coursing through me at the feeling of his hands running up and down my body.

He shifted closer, trapping me between the wall and his sturdy body. His hard c**k pressed further into my belly and I found myself arching into him. He brought his lips to mine briefly, before trailing hot kisses down to my neck, while his other hand worked my zipper behind.

I wanted to scream how we were literally on his balcony, with the tree in the backyard as our only protection away from prying eyes, but the sensation of his wet lips on my skin was enough to make me hold my tongue.

"Your dress is beautiful," he said when he brought his head back up, "but right now it's just vexing," He grabbed my t**s that were only covered with the fabric of my dress, and I moaned in response.

"f**k no bra," he growled.

"The dress," I panted hoarsely, "does not require one,"

The heat between my legs was soon replaced by pooling wetness, from the desire coursing through me as his fingers massaged my breasts.

"Shouldn't we go inside," I said, as the thought of someone seeing us from this high up ran through my mind again.

He looked behind for a brief second and gave a smug grin. "I assure you that no one can see us from up here thanks to the tree, but if it would make you feel better," he trailed his hand lower, this time into my panties and smirked when he found his prize, "we can wait till we go inside,"

"No," I gasped, as he flicked his fingers in manipulated and expert strokes. I shut my eyes close, and held on to him for support as my legs threatened to give out. "Please no,"

He shifted his weight, and pushed my legs further apart with his knee, I found my self spreading my legs wider in welcome for him. "Are you always so wet?" he asked as he continued his lazy yet precise strokes on my p***y.

"N-no..." I managed to whisper.

"And all of this is for me?" he added another large finger for emphasis, and I almost jerked out of his other hand holding me.

"Yes," I cried, as he continued to knead his fingers between my clit.

"Is this what you want?" he murmured against my neck.

I moaned a yes. My throat was now too dry for real words, and even if it weren't my brain was already lost, too lost to give me anything right now.

"Say it," he commanded. "what you want me to do to you,"

"f**k me," I breathed, squirming against the wall. "please f**k me"

He smirked and his fingers stopped their movement causing me to whimper in complaint. He trailed them over the band of my panties slowly, "I will give you what you want, but first I need to taste your pretty cunt," he used his other hand to pull my neck up forcing me to meet his fiery eyes, "Will you let me do that Chris?"

"Yes please," I breathed.

He dropped to his knees and managed to pull my underwear down halfway, before snapping it off impatiently. "These are annoying," he growled

I winced at the stinging burn it left on my skin, and I was about to ask why he could not just take it off in a normal way, but the words died on my tongue, as his tongue plunged into my clit, making me jerk in surprise.

One hand was pinning me to the wall, while the other wrapped around the other held my thigh so tight I thought it would leave a bruise.

I stiffened for a split second, before melting into the warmness of his tongue. He buried his head between my legs, flicking his tongue lazily over my clit.

"Oh God," I cried, my fingers instinctively dug into his hair, as I tried to find some support for my quivering legs and trembling body.

Every flick, every movement on my clit sent waves of shivers and pleasure through my body. "I could taste you forever," he moaned into me, "f**k you taste so perfect,"

He continued his torture back and forth, until my body was shaking, tethering on the edge of release. I gave a long shrilled cry, as he plunged deeper into me, seizing my breath with every swift move. My hips rocked frantically, desperate for more, and Lucas could sense that I was on the brink of letting go.

He pulled back, and looked at me, "You can let go until I let you,"

I nodded and gave a small whimper, conceding to his command.

He dove back in and continued his slow assault on my sensitive s*x. He moved his tongue in a circular motion, sucking and licking his way through. I used the back of one hand to hold back the screams that threatened to pour from me but ended up sinking my teeth into my skin as I tried to hold off my orgasm.

His fingers joined the party and I could no longer hold back my moans and cries as he f****d me harder with his tongue and fingers. I was torn between my desperation for orgasm and wishing he would never stop.

"Let go," he growled, and I exploded around him, crying out his name as I was yanked into another world for the brief moments of my orgasm. My whole body trembled violently, and my thighs clamped shut around his head so tight, I thought I would hurt him.

My breath came out in quiet whimpers as I came back to the present. My heart was pounding in my chest rapidly, and I was no longer standing on my own. I was sagged on the wall, trying to catch my breath and still trying to think straight at the same time.

He looked up at me, eyes boring into me eagerly, lips wet and curved in a proud smile. "How was that?" he asked.

Wonderful

Mind-blowing

Amazing

Everything better than I had ever dreamed of

But none of those words could come out, because I was too dazed to form words, so I simply nodded.

He chuckled and got to his feet. "I am not nearly done with you and you are already speechless,"

"I...you..." I stuttered trying to prove him wrong about being speechless, but I just ended up proving his point.

He brought his lips to mine in a punishing kiss, and my lips parted gladly in welcome. His kiss further takes my breath away, I held onto his neck, and pushed myself up, arching into him. I could taste my wetness on his lips and that only made me ache for more.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked when he pulled away.

I nodded. "For as long as I can remember," I whispered, "and yes I'm clean,"

He snorted, "Sorry to bring this unsexy talk in the way, it's just been a while, and I do not have a condom."

I nodded in understanding, wishing to end this topic and move on to the main topic as soon as possible.

"I ran a few tests recently tough and I am clean," he said.

"Good, because I don't want to wait anymore," I said hurriedly and fumbled for my zipper. It pulled it down, and shimmied out of the dress, while Lucas watched me intently, with a smug grin.

He let out a low groan when my dress flowed down my body and pooled at my feet. He stepped closer and cupped my breast, "You have perfect breasts," he said and flicked his thumb against my already beaded n*****s.

I gave a shy smile and looked away, as heat crept up my cheeks at his compliment. He held my chin, and brought my face back to his, "look at me,"

He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the v-neck vest he wore beneath. I had seen him without his shirt before, but still, I could not help the thrill of anticipation that flooded through me, at the thought of seeing him naked. I sucked in a sharp breath when he pulled the undershirt over his head, and without thinking, I ran my hands over his taut muscles.

"Oh wow," I breathed, and he caught my hand giving me a stern look.

"Patience," he mouthed and I gave a small pout, before withdrawing my hand.

My disappointment was short-lived, as he started undoing his belt. He tugged it free along with his pants leaving him in only his boxers. I watched with intent concentration, as he pulled it down with stealthy confidence.

I gasped, completely mesmerized at the sight before me. His c**k was extended, large and hard, and dripping with proof of how just how aroused he was.

For me.

I stood there, mouth hanging unable to take my eyes off of the beauty. It seemed terribly unfair, that a man like him with as much as he had was also well endowed. And of course, my very dirty mind was already thinking of how I wanted to suck him off like a f*****g porno.

He could tell what I was thinking the same thing.

"Seen something you like?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yes," I blurted before I could think.

He chuckled and pulled my hair, yanking me into his lips in a torturous kiss. "Good," he said, barely taking his lips off mine. "Now you are ready for me to f**k you,"