Brock's Leading Lady (The Nanny Tales 1)

“Mr…” Immediately, I push off from the counter and saunter directly in front of her, her face to my chest.

“Don’t finish that statement. Don’t even think about finishing that bullshit mister. I will not tell you again to call me Brock. As a matter of fact, I demand you yell it while I am destroying your tight little kitty,” I say to her, licking my lips as I smell her fear and desire mix together. “Go upstairs to the room and take off everything but your bra and panties. Lay back on the bed and wait for me.” She begins to shake as she whimpers in the back of her throat. “Go baby. I don’t like waiting.” I pat her ass and push her toward the stairs. I hope she is ready. She’s in my show now.Chapter 6DeltaThere are so many emotions flowing through me right now and I don't know which one to address. I am feeling admiration, indignation, lust and plan old fashioned crush. Seeing him, with his kids, was so fucking hot. It is not every day you find a man who is so patient and sweet with their kids. Especially not ones as successful as he is. Let’s be serious, my ovaries were doing a strip for him. I know. I am so screwed. Which makes what he did after so much more upsetting. Ordering a driver for my sister was too much. What seventeen-year-old needs a driver? I mean I know the spoiled rich girls have one, but we are so far from either of those things and despite his very sweet insistence that we are part of his family now, I don’t want River turning into one of ‘those girls’ and for all I know, this is temporary.

I genuinely don’t know how to handle this. Granted, I should be more focused on the kids but hey, I did tell you I didn’t feel like myself. Case in point; I meant to castigate him for getting River a driver without asking me and interrupting me when I tried to interject, but the minute he got in my face and I inhaled his scent I became, affected, if you will. Now here I am, upstairs in his bedroom removing my clothes like he told me too and I don’t feel the least bit reticent about it. My hands, trembling and sweaty, as I unbutton my shirt. I am panting, needing him to touch me somewhere. Lying on the bed, I am not sure what to do with my arms and legs. Should I open them? Keep them closed? Oh God! What am I doing? I can feel the doubt setting in. I begin to get up when his voice stops me.

“Sweet Jesus! Look at you. Open your legs, little Delta. Let me see how much you want me.” Is this what women in cults that have been brainwashed feel like? Dizzy, drugged, not in control. I feel my legs fall apart, like an out of body experience. The thing is my whole body is alive right now. My face feels itchy, lit up if you will down to my neck. The air is barely coming in and out. Goosebumps break out across my chest as my nipples point right at his mouth. I find myself moaning, simply feeling his intense gaze roaming all over my body. My eyes do their own roam of his incredible physique and I feel like a panting dog. The man is a GOD. His chest is ripped, complete with at least an eight pack. His kid’s names tattooed across his right pec. I have the urge to scratch and bite that chest, leaving my mark. For the first time I note his hand is moving up and down his cock as he licks his lips looking at me. I use the word cock lightly. It’s more like a lead pipe for a ten-foot drain. Jesus! That is going to hurt and feel good all at once. He moves closer, my mind drifting off into what is to come. His finger sweeps through my pussy lips causing my back to lift off the bed and a hiss to leave my mouth. “Look at all this cream, waiting for me to dive in. Just a sticky mess. You want me to clean it up, little Delta?” He asks his breath warm and comforting inches from my weepy kitty.

“Yes. Yes please,” I say barely above a whimper. I have never felt anything as urgent as I am feeling at this moment. I need him to touch me, lick me, bite me, hell, I need him to fuck me.

“Good girl.” Is the last thing he says before his tongue sweeps through the lips of my pussy, the sensation unlike anything I have ever known. He slides it up and down, never missing my clit, but making sure to dip inside the whole that will make me a woman when his cock makes its appearance. He licks the outside of my lips, sucking them into his mouth, his hands holding my legs up, making sure I don’t drop them as I squirm and moan, falling further and further into a state of bliss.