Big Bad Daddy: A Single Dad and the Nanny Romance

“You have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone,” he said.

I was a little intrigued that he would say something like that; he didn’t seem the type to be worried about saying what was on his mind. Nor did he seem to care what others really thought about his opinions.

“I promise,” I said, hoping he’d open up.

He waited a few moments to see if I was really telling the truth. Once he was satisfied with my answer, he opened up.

“I find you incredibly attractive,” he said.

I was surprised to hear that, and the shock of it caused me to be at a loss for words. Then again, I knew what I wanted to say, just not how to say it.

“What do you like about me?” I asked playfully.

“The first thing I noticed was your big blue eyes,” he said.

“Most people notice those first. Keep going,” I said.

“Then I couldn’t take my eyes off your long slender legs,” he continued.

“I do like to run when I can,” I replied, taking a small step closer to him.

“Then your luscious lips.” He exhaled, and I could see his breath in the cold workshop.

I moved in close and caressed his cheek with my hand.

“You know, we aren’t officially siblings until tomorrow,” I whispered into his ear.

His eyes went wide, and he threw his arms around me. His powerful muscles picked me up from the ground with ease and sat me on the nearby bench.

Our ride together on the motorcycle had sent my head spinning in all directions, and the feeling of freedom I had gleaned from it made me want to try everything all at once, starting with the gorgeous man in front of me.

I could already feel my heart racing at his slightest touch, and the feeling sent shivers through every part of my body. He massaged his hand up and down my leg as he leaned in for a kiss that I readily provided. My lips hungrily searched for his whenever he pulled away.

The room was cold, but I didn’t mind in the slightest. I didn’t even mind when he unbuttoned my jacket and tugged it off, only to throw it in the corner. His skin was cool to the touch, but comforting. I yanked his simple white shirt off his chest to expose his rippling pack of muscles, running my hands along the curves and taught skin beneath.

With each kiss, I could feel myself getting more turned on. He hooked his hands under my shirt and tugged it off, exposing my tiny white bra, which he happily tugged off as well. My nipples poked out in the cold, only to be warmed by the touch of his hand and the heat from his lips.

He took each on in turn and suckled them. As he did so, I could feel my chest becoming flush. The sensation of his lips wrapped around my nipples shot pangs through all my nerves.

I reached down to his pants, sliding them down as best I could. He didn’t want to relent to me moving, as he seemed to be enjoying himself. His manhood fell out of his pants, and I was impressed by his size. I worked my hand along his shaft and felt him harden with each stroke.

He returned his lips to mine and pulled me in close to him with a hand on my lower back. The sensation was becoming unbearable in my pants; I had already soaked through my panties.

I think he knew, because he grabbed my leggings and, almost intentionally slowly, lowered them down my legs, along with my simple white cotton panties. I sat there on the exposed metal bench, dripping all over his work space.

My hand returned to the engorged shaft I could feel myself begging for. I continued to kiss him on the lips as he lined his massive member up with my tiny slit.

The few strokes of his head in my wetness teased my nerves and tickled my clit, sending shooting pulses through my limbs.

I tried to push myself onto him, but I think he knew what I was trying to do, because he pulled himself back just enough to avoid it. Then he smiled at me wickedly and plunged himself inside.

I could feel myself parting inside, and I lost my breath for a minute with the suddenness of the movement. It seemed to never end, as he continued to push himself in farther than I thought he could go. My welcoming sex continued to beg for it, and I panted with each inch that pushed its way inside.

I held on to the work bench, gritting at the slight twinges of pain as he worked his way inside. Then it stopped. His massive member filled me more than any other ever had, and I was surprised.

He leaned in to me and kissed me on the lips while holding my legs in place. Then he started working himself in and out. I could feel my sex clenching around him, and he seemed to enjoy the sensation, as he let out a slight moan of pleasure. I did the same with each inch that left only to return.

It was a light sensation at first, but it gradually built up until he was pounding me hard. I normally didn’t like it rough, but he felt so good that I begged him to go harder.

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