Billionaire Daddy & Nanny

by Mia Ford

  Reese spread my thighs with his hand and I felt him pressing against me. His erection was pushed against my panties – the only thing separating him from me. And with one sudden movement, he pulled my panties down, removing them, but leaving my skirt on, but then pushed it up over my hips.

  I was pretty much naked for him to see now. And judging by the way his gaze fell upon me and the light of lust burning bright in his eyes, I knew he enjoyed the view.

  “Mmm, I never knew you had such a tight little body underneath your frilly dresses, Maya,” he said, pressing the tip of his cock against my opening.

  I was too focused on his cock; I couldn't even respond. I was mentally preparing myself for what was to come next – taking him inside of me. The mere thought of it scared me, but drove me wild at the same time. And as if acting of its own volition, my body thrust upward, trying to close the distance and take him into me.

  Reese kissed me as he slipped the tip of his cock inside of me, spreading me open bit by bit. I grabbed onto him, eyes wide, as the sensation of him entering me took over. It hurt, yes, but there was more to it than that. The feeling of him being inside of me, even just a little bit, was amazing. My heart was thundering in my chest, the fire between my thighs burned hotter than ever before, and I could feel how absolutely wet and slick I'd become. I stared into those dark eyes as he thrust deeper into me, spreading me open wider than ever before. I'd never been stretched like that before, and it was all so surreal, yet so wonderful at the same time.

  I whimpered, just a bit, as he thrust the rest of his stiff cock inside of me. Reese seemed to think it was a sign of pleasure as he filled me up with his cock, and made sure to go even deeper, ripping me open with one final push. I screamed this time – it was a scream of both pleasure and pain as I took every inch of him deep inside of me.

  Reese groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. “So fucking tight,” he said through gritted teeth.

  Slowly, our bodies started moving in rhythm together as Reese started fucking me. He was gentle, for the most part, as he moved in and out of me, kissing me as he thrust in and pulled out, moving slowly at first, only gradually speeding up.

  I was having sex, I thought to myself. I was actually having sex with Reese. It was just like I'd always fantasized about – well, almost, anyway. It was surreal. I was really there beneath him. He was really inside of me. And the look on his face was one of pure bliss as he ravished my body, pumping his thick cock into me again and again, harder and faster, drawing screams and moans out of me.

  The expression on his face as he stared d down at me while fucking me was a look I'd never forget. With our foreheads pressed together, staring deeply into one another's eyes, he looked as if he finally saw me as someone other than Luke's annoying little sister. I was a woman – a sexy woman at that.

  As my body got used to the sensations that rocked me, I started moving in time with him – meeting his thrusts with my own, allowing him to go even deeper inside of me. My nails were buried in his back, drawing a hiss from him as I held on for dear life while he pumped his cock into my hard and fast...

  I didn't expect to orgasm, not my first time, but the sensation built up in my body. I could feel it coming on, the pleasure washing over me, and I knew from all that time I'd spent masturbating what an orgasm would be like. Or so I thought.

  But as I came, my body shuddered wildly, making me feel like I was completely out of control of myself. I screamed in pleasure – this was nothing at all what it felt like when I took care of myself. It was so much better. My every nerve ending felt like it was on fire and like I had electricity coursing through my veins. Reese smiled as he watched while I writhed underneath him, continuing to move in and out of my tight little hole with the precision of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

  I felt my pussy tighten up around his cock, spasming around it, and Reese's eyes grew wide. An animalistic groan escaped his throat as he buried himself deep inside of me in one long, hard thrust. I felt his cock pulsating and I wondered if this was what it felt like to have a man come inside of you. His breathing was ragged and the sounds coming from his throat were of desperation and need, and I watched as he squeezed his eyes shut and just stayed there, deep inside and pulsating inside of my tight, wet, little pussy. I felt a warm wetness inside of me that I knew wasn't from me – it had to be Reese's seed pumping into me.

  “Fuck,” he said, collapsing on top of me. “That was amazing.”

  I had no words. I couldn't even speak. My body was still in shock from everything that had just happened, and I laid there, motionless, trying to learn how to breathe all over again. But I had to admit, – it had been amazing. My body was still coming down from the high of having a real orgasm – it was unlike any I'd experienced before.

  His cock was still in me, but I felt it growing soft and after a moment, he pulled it out. A rush of warmth covered my thighs as he removed his cock from me. Such a strange feeling, I thought. To have his cum inside of me, to have it come pouring out like that. Such a strange and new feeling.

  But I loved it.

  I loved everything about it.

  Reese leaned down and kissed me as he flopped down beside me. He pulled me into him, resting my head on his chest so I could hear his breathing and his heartbeat. He kissed the top of my head, but neither of us said anything for a long while.

  There was nothing I could say, really. I just kept thinking about what I'd said earlier. When I thought – and told him – I could do this once and move on without a second thought, had I been wrong? Had I been lying to myself? Because deep down, I so badly wanted to stay with him, to experience the magic of having him inside of me again and again, to cuddle up to his warm body afterward. I wanted it even more now that I'd had a taste – and I feared no other man would do for me.

  Reese, was it. He was the one. I was sure of it.

  But then I reasoned with myself that all girls probably think like that after their first time. Besides, I had medical school and he had the job in LA.

  It simply wasn't meant to be. We had our moment and that moment was now over.

  This one time, this one memory – it had to be enough.

  “Maya, what are you doing in there? I need to use the bathroom!” Allie banged on the door.

  I just sat there, staring at myself in the mirror and feeling like nothing was real. This wasn't happening to me. It couldn't be.

  No, no, no, I kept saying to myself. As if repeating it would somehow make it so. I wasn't crying. I didn't feel anything. I just stared at the little stick with the blue lines and thought it had to be wrong.

  But it was the third one I'd taken. The third one that said it was true. The third positive I'd had that day.

  I didn't answer Allie even though she kept shouting at me through the door. There was another bathroom she could use in the house. Somewhere else. Right now, I needed to be alone. I needed to keep staring at that little stick, praying that somehow I was reading it all wrong. But my thoughts were all jumbled and I couldn't pull myself together. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding. What was I going to do?

  “Maya?” Allie said. This time her voice was softer, it sounded concerned.

  “Yes,” I responded, my voice cracking. “I'm still in here.”

  “Are you okay? Are you sick?”

  You could say that.

  “I'm fine,” I lied.

  “You don't sound fine,” she said.

  The doorknob rattled as she tried to open it, but I'd had the foresight to lock it.

  “Listen, if this is about what Lauren said about you putting on weight, just ignore her. We all know she's a bitch –”

  “It's not that,” I said softly.

  “Then what is it?” she asked. “Come on, I'm your best friend, aren't I? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

  Allie had quickly become my closest friend, so yes, she was right. She was my best friend. But I still felt so terribly alone. I didn't want
to tell a soul. The fear and the shame that were gripping me so tightly were overwhelming. I just wanted to stay in this bathroom and hide away until I woke up from what had to be a terrible, horrible dream.

  But I knew I couldn't go through this alone. Because it wasn't a dream, it was reality. And I needed help to get through this. Allie was all I had – the only person I could trust.

  With tears stinging my eyes, I opened the door.

  Allie stepped inside, her eyes on me. She looked concerned as she noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks. I looked at her and opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words, so I closed it again. As I stood there before her, my best friend, I realized I didn't know how to tell her why I was crying – so I showed her instead. I picked up the pregnancy test and held it out to her. She didn't take it, she just looked down and a moment later, her eyes grew wide as she realized what she was staring at.

  “Is this for real, Maya?” she asked me. “I mean, false positives aren't impossible, right?”

  “It's the third one I've taken – all positive,” I said weakly.

  To cover my face and hide away as best as I could, I put my head in my hands and fell to the floor. I was leaning against the bathtub, sobbing. I'd finally had to face the truth. I was pregnant.

  “Who's the father?” Allie asked softly, sitting down beside me. “I didn't think you were seeing anyone –”

  “I'm not,” I said. “It was a one-time thing. Just a one-nighter. So, goddamn stupid of me.”

  “Shhh,” Allie said, pulling me into her and holding me close. “It's okay, Maya. It's going to be okay.”

  Was it, though? How could it be? My life was forever changed and I felt like things would never be okay again.

  “Well, there are ways we can handle this, clinics that will –”

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “No, let's not talk about that. I can't do that. My parents would kill me.”

  “They don't even have to know, Maya,” Allie said.

  I knew she was right. It would be so easy. My life could go back to normal in no time. I could go to the clinic, have an abortion and no one would ever have to know. It could be my little secret. And it could save my life. My plans. My dreams.

  But I'd know. I'd always know what I'd done.

  “It goes against everything I believe in, Allie,” I said, choking up. “I don't think I can, not easily.”

  “Well, you can think about it, Maya. You still have some time, so just think about it, okay?”

  I nodded. “Okay,” I said. “I'll think about it.”

  But lying to my parents? How could I look at them in the eyes ever again if I did that? How could I sit down to dinner, stare them in the face and keep this secret from them? They might expect it of Luke, but they would be absolutely devastated if it came from me.

  I knew I couldn't.

  There was no way I could keep this from them. Even if I decided to do what Allie was suggesting, I had to tell my parents. I had to own up to my mistakes. Whether I liked it or not, I had to tell them I was pregnant and find a way to deal with the fallout.

  “I'm going to tell my parents though,” I said, feeling marginally better for having decided that. “I have to.”

  “Are you sure that's a good idea?” Allie asked, raising an eyebrow. “I don't know your parents, but I know you've mentioned how strict and religious they are –”

  “It may not be a good idea, but it's what I have to do,” I said. “Besides, my dad is a doctor, he'll understand. He'll support me – he has to, right?”

  Allie didn't look so sure, and honestly, I didn't feel so sure myself.

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  “Maya,” my mom said, surprise in her voice as I stepped inside my family home, “we weren't expecting you tonight. Don't you have classes in the morning?”

  “Yes, and I'll get up early and drive in,” I said with a fake smile. “I just needed to see you guys.”

  Her eyes softened as she hugged me, thinking I came home because I missed them.

  “Where's dad?”

  “He worked a little late, but he should be home any minute now.”

  “Good,” I said, my voice shaky as I removed my coat and scarf, hanging them up on the coatrack behind the door. “And Luke? Is he out for the night?”

  I was hopeful. The last thing I needed was for my brother to be there to judge me and to mock me – especially considering the fact that the father of the child was his own best friend. Not that he'd know that, if Reese had kept our secret, anyway. I hadn't spoken to Reese since that night. He'd taken me back to my sorority house the next morning, dropped me off with a kiss and said he was leaving for LA so we probably wouldn't see each other again. I'd felt a twinge of sadness as I watched him drive off, but that was the deal. That's what we'd agreed to.

  I just hadn't expected that I'd end up pregnant because of it.

  “I think so? He didn't come home from work last night, so I don't really know. You know your brother and his friends,” she said, rolling her eyes.

  “Yeah, I do. All too well.”

  “I'm just glad one of our children turned out well,” she said, beaming with pride as she stared at me.

  I had to look away from her. There was no way I could meet her gaze with the secret I was holding onto. I couldn't tell them until dad was home. He was the doctor; he'd be the logical one. My mom was emotional and was always concerned with what others thought of us. There was no way she'd take the news well. Not when I was their precious little angel. Not when I'd be neighborhood gossip when this got out.

  Thankfully, the front door opened a moment later and my father stepped through it, kissing mom and looking at me with surprise.

  “Well, look who decided to stop by!” he said, hugging me tight.

  My dad's hugs usually always seemed to make everything better – but not this time. Not even daddy's hug could make this situation better. But perhaps his advice would.

  My entire body was trembling and I was fighting a nauseous feeling in my stomach. My dad pulled away and stared at me, concern in his eyes. He looked at me and I lost control of myself and my emotions and began to cry. Normally, there was so much pride for me in those eyes, and I'd let him down. How could I not cry? I was probably never going to see that look of pride on their faces ever again.

  “What's wrong, sweetie?” my mom asked, stepping up and putting her arm around my shoulders.

  And before I could stop myself, I blurted out the news. No preamble. No softening of the blow – just threw the cold, hard truth out there.

  “I'm pregnant,” I said.

  And the room went completely silent and it felt like all of the oxygen had been sucked out. Neither my mom nor my dad said a single word for a long moment, and I would have sworn that they weren't even breathing.

  “I'm sorry, I really am,” I sobbed. “I didn't mean for this to happen –”

  “Who's the –” I knew what my mom was going to ask long before she spit out the words, but she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.

  Knowing how they felt about Luke's friends, and knowing that Reese has made it perfectly clear that he didn't want to be serious with me, I did the only thing I could think of – I lied.

  “I don't know,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “I don't know. It was a mistake; it was a one night stand at a party and I have no idea. He left before I could get his name.”

  My mom looked as if she'd seen a ghost. My dad's grip on my shoulders got tighter, but his face remained neutral. He just stared at me, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling. He just stared at me without saying anything at all.

  My mom, on the other hand, took a seat, fanning herself as if she might pass out. But my dad stared at me, and I watched as the pride he'd had in me slipped away, bit by bit. He looked at me as if he didn't even know me, like I was a stranger to him.

  And honestly, I felt like a stranger myself.

  Several Years Later

  “Elijah Michael
McConnell, put that down!” my mom shouted.

  Visiting my parents with my son was always an adventure. My mom, as much as she claimed to love children, really wasn't too fond of a toddler who liked to grab all the little trinkets off the shelves. Maybe it was because she'd thought she was past all of that. That she'd done her tour of duty raising kids and it was over. What with her own kids grown up and able to comprehend that the porcelain birds on the shelves were fragile and all. But I never remembered my mom being that strict or grumpy when I was a child myself.

  My son, Elijah, was precocious too. I often said he was just like his father. He looked like him, not that anyone but me knew who his father was, but I could see it plain as day. His skin was a nice natural tan and he had the same dark eyes and dark hair that his dad did. Thankfully, no one else put two and two together – Reese was so far out of the picture, no one even mentioned his name anymore. Luke seemed to have all but forgotten about him. He was off in LA, living his dream and he'd forgotten about all of us there in the suburbs of Chicago.

  And most of the time, I was thankful for that.

  “What's he getting into now?” I asked, coming down the hallway.

  I had stepped away to use the bathroom – that was it. A few minutes away and my mom was already freaking out because Elijah was getting into something – again.

  I walked into the living room to find her hovering over Eli, standing over him and blocking him from getting to her shelves. She had one of her glass birds in her hand, holding it out of reach and Eli reached up for it, a smile on his face.

  His father's smile.

  “Maybe you should try putting those stupid birds up higher,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Why put something that looks like a toy – but is made of glass – within his reach? You're only tempting him and seriously, it's not worth the trouble.”