Big Bad Daddy: A Single Dad and the Nanny Romance

“Er...can I have a little time in the bathroom? I need to shower,” she said.

He reached down and picked her up again. The bathroom was en-suite. The walls were covered in gray granite and the floor was heated. He put her down and kissed her. His tongue probed into her, deep and demanding. She hooked her arms around his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him more passionately than she had kissed any man before. He smelled of a mix of expensive aftershave and his natural manly scent.

“Give me a few minutes and I'll come back to the bedroom,” she said.

“No. I'm gonna strip you, wash you, and take you, all here in the shower. Then I'm gonna fuck you all night in bed.”

He put his hands on the top button of her blouse and unfastened it. She put her hands on his to stop him. “Sorry. I'm a bit...”

He kissed her again. “Don't talk. Just relax. Let yourself go.”

She remained still as he unbuttoned the soft material and pushed it off her. Her bra was of the highest quality and the silk felt soft under his touch as he ran his hands over her breasts.

When he dropped to his knees, she tried to pull him up. She knew what he wanted. She wanted it too, but it was much too soon. He ignored her, pushed her skirt up, and pulled her panties down to her knees. When he put his face to her private parts, she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. His strong hands gripped her buttocks and pulled her onto his mouth.

Cassy cried out when his tongue darted between her legs and lightly touched her clitoris. She stroked his head and opened her legs wider as his tongue probed and played, gently at first and then more firmly.

“Oh god,” she said. “That's so intimate.” He reached up and pulled her skirt and panties down. She was suddenly aware of how naked and vulnerable she was. “Take off your clothes,” she said.

He stood up, unbuttoned his pants, and slid them down over his bronzed legs. His penis sprang up; it flipped against her thigh. He took her hand and led her to the shower. The water was warm and gushed over her body, making her relax. Again he knelt and used his tongue on her. She leaned against the wall and pushed her hips forward. He held her thighs and greedily lapped at her. The water cascaded down her body, over her pubic hair and onto his face. He stroked her belly and felt the muscles, hard and tense under her soft skin. Soon she was panting and her legs were trembling. She needed his support. She pulled him up to his feet, put her arms around his neck, and whispered to him.

“Fuck me.”

He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his torso. She buried her face in his shoulder. In one swift motion, he was inside her. She gasped and moaned and threw her head up as his hard thrusts shook her whole body. He was long and thick, and the feeling of him filling her was wonderful. She wondered how long his strength would last, but she was light, and he had no trouble holding her.

Eventually, he put her down, twisted her around, and entered her from behind. As he did so, he hit her G-spot. He hit it time after time as he thrust, taking her breath away, driving her forward.

“Harder,” she pleaded.

He held her hips, bent her forward until she was almost touching her toes, and rammed her as hard as he was able. Cassy turned into a shaking heap of feminine flesh as her orgasm reached her. She almost collapsed, but he held her. As her breathing returned to normal, he began to soap her body. She leaned against him, feeling his hard body against hers, exhausted by his onslaught. His touch was tender as his fingers soaped all of her. When he'd rinsed her, he led her from the shower and wrapped her in a warm bath towel. All the time he cared for her, his penis remained erect. His desire for her was great, and his body wasn't going to rest until he'd finished deep inside her.

On the bed, he opened her legs and entered her as she was lying on her back. He was gentler now, kissing her, stroking her face.

“You are quite a man,” she said.

“And you've got the hottest body I've ever seen,” he said. He bent down and bit her nipple playfully.

“Ow. Stop messing around and fuck me like you mean it,” she said.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he said.

“I don't care. Give it to me.”

A few minutes later she was beginning to regret her bravado. He took her missionary and doggy, and in at least five positions she didn't know the names of. When he stood up on the bed and fucked her wheelbarrow, he touched all the right places and she came again.

“Stop, Igor, stop. I'm exhausted,” she pleaded.

“But I'm not finished yet.”

“I have no more strength.”

He took pity on her, rolled her onto her back, and made love to her more slowly. “This better?”

She nodded, closed her eyes, and concentrated on his length as it parted her. Although gentler, it was no less sensual, and soon she felt another orgasm coming.

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