His hand pumped his cock furiously.
Then, like a great geyser erupting from deep in the ground, he moaned and shot a string of milky rope into air. He let out a low groan as the cum came down to cover his stomach and his hand.
The moment I saw him shoot his load, my body shuddered and my fingers pushed deep inside me to the knuckle.
I fell against the door and moaned as the orgasm washed hot juice over my hand like a wave crashing against the shore.
I closed my eyes and sucked in quick breaths.
When I opened them, Jackson was leaning up on his elbows, staring at me. His cock was lying lazily to the side now. I could see the glow of his seed on his stomach in the moonlight.
Our eyes met for a moment.
I smiled.
He smiled.
There was no embarrassment or regret.
Neither of us said a word.
I straightened my nightshirt and tiptoed back to my room.
I would be able to sleep now.
My hunger pains were long gone.
CHAPTER NINE: Jackson
I realized Amy Lynne was watching me through the crack in the door, but I didn’t care. I’d woken up with a raging hard-on (the first in a very long time) thanks to a wonderfully dirty dream I’d been having about her. One thought kept running through my mind: If a woman could make my cock this hard in a dream, I could only imagine what she could do to it in real life.
I’d had her bent over my writing desk with my fingers digging into her sweet ass, banging my monster cock hard into her from behind.
A writer’s wet dream…
Since she caused the erection in the first place, I figured she deserved to watch me jack myself off as I imagined that it was her tight pussy squeezing my cock.
Then I heard her moan. I snuck a peek and saw her hand underneath her nightshirt, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. There was no way I was going to stop pumping my cock at that point. She was into it as much as I was.
However, after I came and we looked each other in the eye, I began to worry that I’d really screwed things up.
This girl was here to take care of my daughter’s needs, not mine.
The last thing anyone needed was for me to start banging the nanny, no matter how fucking hot she was or how much I wanted to fuck her.
I got out of bed and took a shower, knowing I would have to lay down some ground rules in the morning before things really got out of hand.
No pun intended.
*
When I came down the stairs holding Lizzie in my arms, Amy Lynne was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Sadly, she was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants and a T-shirt instead of the nightshirt she’d worn the night before.
I wondered where the nightshirt was.
I wondered if her scent was still on it.
I wondered if I could steal it away long enough to Jack off to her scent.
Stop it, Jackson, the little voice in my head said.
Remember who you are and why she’s here.
Set things right.
She is not here for you.
Amy Lynne had set out three plates on the table. Each plate had a portion of scrambled eggs, a few strips of bacon, and a slice of toast. The plate for me had twice the amount the other two did.
“Good morning,” I said as I strapped Lizzie into her high chair and pulled her to the table. She jabbered a good morning as well and then picked up a strip of bacon and bit off the end.
“Good morning,” Amy Lynne said with a timid smile. “I thought you might be hungry, so I fixed breakfast. I hope that was all right.”
“That was more than all right,” I said with the hint of an innuendo in my voice. I cleared my throat and forced the image of her standing at the doorway with her hand on her breast out of my mind.
I could tell she was nervous. She set a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee in front of me, and then she sat down at the table to help Lizzie with her breakfast.
I watched her for a moment. So, this was what she looked like in the morning. Fuck, she so incredibly sexy. Her long black curls cascaded over her shoulders and hung over her sleepy eyes. Her cheeks were pink. Her lips were so full and kissable. I felt my cock chubbing up just from looking at her. No, goddammit, Jackson, you can’t do this. She’s not here for you. Put the monster back in the box, you selfish prick. Do it for Lizzie’s sake.
“So,” I suddenly said, making her jump, “about last night…”
“I’m really sorry,” she said, looking at me with wide eyes. “I never should have—I mean, your door was open, but…”
I gave her my best “I know you saw me jacking off and it’s okay” smile. “Amy Lynne, it’s okay, really. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I should have been more discreet. I’ll make sure you don’t see me the next time I’m…I mean… Shit, now I’m all embarrassed!”
She grinned at me.
Lizzie looked at me and clapped her hands.