She turns to gaze down at me. Her dark hair brushes her cheekbones. “Do we need to discuss your kink?”
“You first, sweet cheeks.” I shoot her a dirty smirk, and her eyes flare with something that intrigues me, but she quickly turns and shimmies the rest of the way up the ladder, leaving me with more fucking questions about this nanny.
When I reach the top, she’s perched on the edge of the bed, looking flushed and a little nervous. I stalk over to the reading chair and flick the lamp on to see her better.
Standing over her, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she answers quickly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
I frown and kneel in front of her, my hands resting gently on her thighs. “We should probably discuss what this is first.”
She swallows slowly, her green eyes captivating me. “This is just fun, Max. You don’t have to worry.”
I eye her seriously. “And you’re sure you’re good with that?”
“Yes,” she says with a laugh and reaches out to begin undoing the buttons on my shirt. “I’m sorry I wigged out at the bar. You just threw me off guard with your stalker vibes.”
I grimace at that label because it’s scarily accurate. “Yeah, sorry about that. I’m not someone who’s ever been good at sharing.”
“Such a caveman thing to say.” She rolls her eyes as she opens my shirt, lightly scoring her nails down my bare chest and causing my dick to thrust into the fucking bed.
I fight back a moan as I eye the red spot on her chest again. Why does that turn me on so fucking much? I really am a fucking caveman.
Eliminating the space between us, I end this discussion with my tongue down her throat…which she doesn’t seem to mind as she groans into my mouth and falls back onto the bed. Her legs wrap tightly around my hips as my lips glide over her neck, collarbone, shoulders, and chest.
“Take this off,” I command, yanking at her crop top like the caveman she just called me.
I hold myself over top of her as she wriggles herself out of it. When her breasts are completely exposed to me at last, I think I die a little inside. They are just as beautiful as I imagined. The large, supple mounds of flesh paired with tight, rosy nipples are all mine for the night.
I hold the weight of one in my hands and lower my head to suck the tip into my mouth. She gasps, and her fingers slice into my hair, her nails scoring my scalp in a way that sends a shiver down my spine. Jesus, she feels incredible—soft and pliant beneath my hands. Warm and comforting in a way I’ve never experienced with other women before.
Her curves will fucking ruin me for other women.
When I finish playing homage to her other breast, I stand and peel my shirt off my shoulders. Cassandra props herself on her elbows and watches me with a hungry look in her eye as I unbutton my jeans and slide them down my legs along with my boxer briefs.
I like how she watches me.
When my cock bobs toward her, she sits up and bites her lip before gripping my length in her hand.
“Fuck,” I cry out, my head falling back at the skin-on-skin contact. She pumps me slowly and slides her thumb over my sensitive tip.
Her voice is husky when she says, “I don’t want to be weird…but you have a beautiful dick, Max.”
My abs contract as I huff out a laugh. I look down at her, and she’s smiling up at me with the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen. “Nothing weird about facts,” I deadpan and wince when she squeezes my dick tighter in her hands, loving that she’s not afraid to touch me.
A harsh breath expels from my lungs when she sheathes my cock in her mouth without warning.
Fuck, I wasn’t ready.
Stumbling on my feet, I grab a fistful of her hair and ride her as she drags her tongue along the underside of my shaft before sucking the tip with ferocious intensity. A loud sucking sound reverberates in the room when she pops off me, and the cold air hits my sensitive cock.
“Ah,” I bark out when she takes me into her mouth so deep, my cock hits the back of her throat. I shudder when I feel her gag reflex, and my hips involuntarily buck forward. I have to will myself not to fuck her mouth as she bobs eagerly on my dick, tapping the back of her throat over and over with a strong finishing suck on each glide.
My control is waning, so I quickly tug her off my dick and take a step back to dig into my jeans for my wallet.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, sounding out of breath.
“Nothing.” My eyes stare at her tits.
“Why’d you make me stop then?” I hear the slight worry in her voice as if she did something wrong.