The Nanny and the Playboy

Tonight he wouldn’t own this ass, but soon he would. He’d get her used to the touch, and little by little, he’d own every single inch of her.

“Wayne,” she said, moaning in pleasure.

Using his thumb, he pressed against that tight ring of muscles, going a little deeper as she took him. Her ass and pussy sucked him in, desperate for more.

She cried out.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Please, don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.”

“Fuck my cock, baby. Rock that pussy onto my dick.”

She slowly began to roll slide back. He watched as his cock filled her, and she slid that tight cunt onto him.

It was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen, and he’d never forget this moment. Temperance was his. There was no mistaking that. She belonged to him, and he was going to make it impossible for her to forget him even for a second.

He didn’t want any other man to match up to him.

What the fuck are you doing?

You can’t take her.

You’re going to let her go just like you’re going to let everything else go.

She’s not yours to take.

Still, he ignored that inner, nagging voice that let him think about what he was doing. He didn’t want to think. He was the king of his own world, and he’d have what he wanted, and right now, he wanted his dream. The woman desperate for his cock, and who he enjoyed being with, and the family ideal.

In two weeks they would all be gone, and all that would remain were memories.

That was all he wanted, memories.

Pushing his troubles aside, he focused on her pussy and ass. She slid down his cock, and he pumped his thumb into her ass, getting her used to the bite of pain with taking her anus.

The pleasure was intense, and when he could no longer stand to have her in control of the thrusts, he pulled his thumb from her ass, grabbed her hips, and pounded inside her, taking her harder than ever before. Owning her cunt as he rode her hard.

She was begging for release, and he got her to play with her pussy. He didn’t slow down his thrusts, even as she began to orgasm from the few strokes of her clit.

Temperance tightened even more, shocking him with the heat of her core. The room smelled heavily of sex, of need, and Wayne joined her in that bliss, slamming inside her one final time as she found that peak, sending them both over the edge. They both cried out, calling each other’s name as they found their orgasms.

Collapsing over her, Wayne kept hold of her hips and refused to move. He couldn’t move, not now, not right now. In a few seconds he’d find the sanity that for some reason had left him.

Kissing her neck, her shoulder, he slowly gained back his senses.

He pulled from her pussy and quickly disappeared into the bathroom. Removing the condom, he dealt with it and then threw it in the trash. Washing his hands, he prepared a washcloth to help clean her up, and before he left, he caught sight of his reflection.

You’re going to break her heart.

He wasn’t a complete asshole. He knew she was falling for him.

That little by little, even as she fought it, she was doing the unthinkable, and what was worse, so was he.

Temperance was different.

She was kind, sweet, charming.

She played by different rules than he did.

There was no way she’d ever fit in his world.

He should break it off now.

The only problem was he was too damn selfish to do that. He wanted more time to live this dream, and he hoped at the end of it he’d be able to walk away.

****

“How are you holding up?” Lilah asked.

“I’m doing okay. It’s fun, you know. Being away and just having fun.” Temperance watched as Wayne and Timothy played on the beach, building another sandcastle. She sat a little away from them. Lilah had called her, and instead of ignoring her friend she took the call.

Her body still ached from the night before, and each time she moved her ass reminded her that she’d crossed that line with a man she barely knew.

Wayne hadn’t been in her world all that long.

She didn’t really know all that much about him. He didn’t have parents like hers, and he wanted to be loved.

“The papers are trying to get me to talk about you and Mr. Hottie,” Lilah said. “Don’t worry. I know that you’re off limits, and so is your boss.”

“Thanks.”

“I should be saying thank you. I had no idea that I’d get a lot more work out of this. I should have pushed you into a scandal more often.”

Temperance chuckled. “Do I want to know what kind of work?”

“I’ve been doing some advertisements and a couple of television roles. It’s not big, but some of the big stars didn’t go straight into big movies. I’m still doing the porn, but I only do the vanilla stuff. I pulled out of a big hardcore scene when you gave me the money. I didn’t want to do it anyway.”