Brock's Leading Lady (The Nanny Tales 1)

“Brock. Oh yes. Please.” Is all I can think to say, my hands pushing his face further into my pussy, as I rise up to meet his mouth. I feel like I am spinning. Everything is twirling as the satisfaction overtakes me.

“Fuck, Delta. My own personal candy store. So fucking tight and delicious.” He sticks his finger inside of my pussy and I cum, no longer able to hold it in. He licks and sucks, bringing me down, but somehow lighting me up. His finger swiping against me on the inside, everything sensitive from the orgasm. “You ready, baby? You ready for me to make you my woman in every way possible?” My nipples in his mouth being eaten, I had no idea it would feel like this. What am I saying? It wouldn’t feel like this with anyone but him. I am more than sure of that.

“Yes. Yes, I am ready.” I say, answering for my canal squeezing itself in anticipation. He licks me once more before sliding up my body, biting and licking as he goes. Everything he touches feels like it is lit by livewire right now. My whole body is on fire, my head rocking from side to side. When his mouth reaches mine, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. His tongue comes out, met by mine that is also anxious for them to unite. I feel his hand come down between my legs and the nudge that follows makes my breath catch.

“Just breathe, baby. Just breath. It will only hurt for a second,” He whispers in my ear as he slides his cock inside of me, pushing gently, yet with conviction. His mouth never leaves mine. He takes one hand and pulls my left leg further up his hip, giving his cock more depth and the pain pierces me as he finally enters, removing the final barricade. “Finally, my sweet Delta. You are mine. Did you feel that?” he asks me, sucking on my neck. More like biting on it. I haven’t expelled my breath yet, so words are alluding me. Nodding my head, I dig my nails into his shoulders as the tears leave my eyes. He klicks them as they fall, sending goosebumps up and down my skin. I squeeze my pussy, testing out the feeling and moan when it feels so damn good, but tight as well.

“Brock!” I say, arching my back, the new sensations inside of me, sending stars floating around my head.

“Say my name again, Delta. Say it,” he growls in my ear as his pumps begin to happen faster.

“Brock,” I repeat. My voice hoarse and laced with unbridled desire and need. The moans leaving my mouth can’t be stopped and neither can the begging keen that slips through me. “Oh my, yes! So good, Brock. So, big.” He likes the words, moving faster and faster, his mouth latching on to my nipples, tugging and licking them, making my pussy wetter and wetter.

“You feel so damn good, baby. Everything about you was meant for me. You know that don’t you? You know that there is no escaping this, now. I am going to put my kid inside of you and make you my wife. I am going to fuck you over and over again, every day for the rest of our lives. Are you ready for that?”

I know I should be concentrating on his words, but I can feel and hear nothing but the sound of his breathing as his warm breath caresses every inch of my body. The way his hands feel as they move over me, leaving a trail of calm as they glide. His eyes and the emotion filled with lust, desire and something else I am not quite ready to touch. Suddenly, everything begins to spin, and I can no longer stay in this space. “I think...I feel...oh God.” Is all I am able to get out before I feel myself lose it underneath his instruction.

“Come, sweet Delta. Let go,” he whispers in my ear as he pumps in and out seeing me to my finish.

“Ahhhhhhh,” I scream as everything in me releases. I take a few deep breaths. I lay there, not moving or speaking, part of me scared this might be a dream. I find myself touching my body slowly, hissing at the sensitivity of everything. I feel so different. It isn’t until he growls from above me that I register that Brock has moved.

“Get on your knees and turn around,” he says, his voice filled with desperation and authority.

“Wh-what?” I ask blinking trying to make sure he is not my imagination going crazy. Even as I am testing out my sanity, I find myself getting into position.

“You heard me, baby. Get on your knees and turn around.” Biting my lip, I do as he says, my insides lighting up again at the tone in his voice and the look in his eyes. I mean, what else am I going to do?