Sexy Nanny (Interracial Urban Erotica)

by Asia Marquis

  Elizabeth looked at me through her bangs.

  "Did you think I needed to be provided for?"

  The question, I realized, was a minefield. So I sat there, my eyes wide, my mouth half-open, and I tried to forget what the question was.

  "I don't work, James. You should have noticed by now, I'm hanging around all the time. I have more than enough to get by."

  "What, are you saying that I should start packing for a trip on your yacht?" Elizabeth snorted.

  "Not quite that wealthy. But I--we, if you'd rather--can live comfortably for a while, yes."

  I kissed her on the lips. It was soft and gentle, I hoped it gave an impression of caring.

  "Now, then. We'll figure out what happens next in a few days. Until then..." She rubbed me through my jeans. It was a rough feeling, and it drove me wild.

  Her lips crashed into mine again. I wasn't doubting myself any more. I was afraid that everything would go wrong, that I'd be ruined, but more than that I wanted to risk it, if it was for her. One thing was on my mind, though.

  "Wait." I gasped out the word between kisses.

  "Is something wrong?" We were both breathing heavily. "Did I make a mistake?"

  "No, no, it's... I've never done this before."

  Elizabeth looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. She didn't laugh, but I could tell that she wasn't far from it, either.

  "I know that, silly." I blinked.

  "I'm sorry?"

  "I could tell from the kissing."

  "Does that mean that I'm not good?" Elizabeth closed her eyes, pulled herself close to me again. Our noses were nearly touching.

  "It means you're a little rough around the edges." She planted a kiss on my nose. "Now let's rub them smooth."

  She pulled my lips to hers again. I wrapped my arms around her; she pulled my shirt over my head. If I needed an invitation, that was it. I reached up her shirt, feeling the bare skin of her breasts against my skin, soft and hot. I let it fill my hands, while she started to kiss my neck. I moaned out loud, lost track of what I was doing almost completely.

  "Touch my nipples." The words were whispered in my ear, soft and intimate. I pinched one, and she yelped. "Softer."

  I ran the pad of my thumb across the hardening nub and Elizabeth's breath hitched. I did it again. The only thing that I was sure of was that I wanted to hear more of that. She pulled away from my lips and my neck, still breathing raggedly.

  "Wait." I stopped for a moment, unsure what was going to happen next. Then she took off her t-shirt.

  Her breasts hung free, an incredible sight for someone who had spent his entire adult life only imagining a woman's bare breasts. They were large, and firm for a woman her age. Her skin was milk-white and the nipples that topped her breasts were a deep bronze.

  I had to stop myself from latching onto them immediately, and I could feel my cock straining painfully against my pants. I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone else.

  Instead I pressed back into her for another kiss, my arms around her shoulders, pulling her in tight against me.

  Her skin was hot on my chest, the feeling of bare skin against skin so much more intimate than the feeling of her shirt had been. The round softness of her breasts seemed to be much more accentuated by the contact, as if they had only gotten bigger.

  Her tongue slipped into my mouth, probing my teeth, dueling with my own tongue. I knew that she had experience before me, and I was determined not to let her think of me as a poor lover. I didn't know if she would keep me, but I wouldn't have the memory of being looked down on. She broke off the kiss and leaned in again, whispering into my ear.

  "Come with me."

  She led me by the hand through the house, into her bedroom. Her bed was large and luxurious-looking, and she sat down on the edge of it, grabbing my belt and pulling me over. I nearly stumbled, and she had that same teasing gleam in her eyes as she undid the buckle.

  "You know what comes next, don't you, James?"

  I gulped and nodded. I had a few ideas. She pulled the belt loose of the loops and dropped it on the ground. I worried in spite of myself that someone would hear, and make us stop. Then she had my pants around my knees and my cock out, standing at attention. She looked at it and licked her lips.

  "Very nice. Are you ready?"

  She didn't wait for me to answer, but took me into her mouth. It was hot and wet and I worried for a moment that I was going to explode right then and there. My hands ran through her hair, taking a fist-ful of it unconsciously. She pulled back off, and I whimpered at the loss of it. She ran her tongue along the length of my dick, and I found my fists tightening in her long, luxuriant hair. She moaned softly in mixed pain and pleasure.

  "Gentle, baby."

  I forced my hands to relax and focused on the sensation of her lips and tongue, kissing and licking up and down the shaft of my cock. I wanted to cum so badly. Then she took me back in her mouth, bobbing her head. I rocked my hips in time to the motion of her mouth, anything to get just a little bit more, a little bit deeper.

  "I'm going to cum," I whispered, expecting her to stop. She went deeper, though, moving her tongue as she held my cock in her mouth. The wetness, the warmth, all of it came together and I felt my balls tighten.

  "I'm cumming, please--" And then I shuddered and ropey strands of cum poured out of my cock. Elizabeth started to bob her head again, sucking softly on me as I came. The feeling was almost painful, but I couldn't stop myself, pushing against her with everything I had.

  "There we go," Elizabeth said, finally. She licked her lips again. "Sometimes you just have to swallow."

  "It didn't taste bad?"

  "Aren't you going to return the favor, James?" Then she lifted her hips up off the bed and pushed her pants down her hips. She wasn't wearing any panties, either, I saw. I knelt down at the edge of the bed.

  "Of course."

  "Do you know what to do?" She said it softly, and I realized that she was worried about my embarrassment.

  "I've seen it on the internet before." She scooted her hips foward, so her ass was on the edge of the bed, taking my head by the hair the same way I had done.

  "Don't worry, then. I'll let you know if you're doing it wrong." And then she pressed my face into her folds.

  Try as I might, though, I couldn't get my tongue moving as fast as I wanted it to. That seemed to be what all the guys in videos online did, but it was so hard to stay coordinated. I needed Elizabeth to enjoy it, needed it more than I could explain.

  So I decided to try something else. I pulled her clit in between my lips, sucking softly. I was rewarded by her hand tightening, pulling my hair. I knew that was the right way to go. I pressed the tip of my finger against her, rubbing her inner lips up and down as I sucked on her clit. Then I pushed in.

  Probing around inside, I tried to feel where she reacted well. When I pressed in deep, she moved her hips against me, wanting more. But I continued to explore. She moaned out loud when I bent my finger and pressed against the top of her pussy. I wanted more of that. I rubbed harder, added a finger.

  "Don't stop," she said, her voice strained. I sucked harder, added a third finger and rubbed against her with all my might as she ground herself into my face. I could feel her tightening on my fingers, so tight I could hardly move, but still I rubbed. And then she let her fingers loose in my hair, laid back. I could hear her breathing slow down, into heavy, deep breaths.

  "Come on, get up here." I got up on the bed and she kissed me again. My cock was hard again, and she felt it pressed against her hip as we laid there. "Are you ready?"

  I nodded. She took another moment to catch her breath, and then she sat up, opening the blinds. Outside the sliding-glass door was a small second-story patio.

  "Well then, let's go."

  "But... isn't that illegal?" Elizabeth laughed, a sing-song huskiness that filled the air.

  "What's the fun in not doing it?" I stopped arguing. From the minute she'd suggested it, in spite of m
y misgivings, I'd gotten rock hard. The more I imagined it, the more it drove me wild. The idea of someone seeing just made it better. An almost animalistic sexuality came over me: They would know that I had marked my territory. I followed her out the door as she leaned over the rail, just a bit. Enough that anyone who saw would know what was happening.

  I stepped up behind her, and she reached back, guiding me into her.

  "Oh, right there." I pushed in slowly. It went easily, with how wet she was. Even still, after two kids, she was tight. It was all I could do to stop myself from cumming right then and there, barely inside at all. I buried myself in her to the hilt and held it there for a moment.

  Elizabeth called encouragement over her shoulder: "Are you gonna knock me up, baby?"

  I pulled out, pushing forward, careful to try to make everything last.

  Then I pushed inside, gasping at the feeling of her around my cock. I knew that I would last a bit longer, after having cum three times already that day, but at the same time it seemed so hard to believe that I'd last much longer at that rate. It was impossible that anything would feel better than this, and I strained to keep myself from losing control completely, to finish so early.

  I thrust as hard as I could, as fast as I could manage without completely losing control of myself. I grabbed her hips, using them as a handle to push myself harder against her hips.

  "Cum in me, James. Please cum in me."

  "Oh God, I'm going to." I pushed against her. I could hear the sound of cars driving by below us, and I swore. "Can you see anybody?"

  Elizabeth moaned beneath me and I knew that she was enjoying it all. I grit my teeth, pushing into her hard.

  "I'm going to cum, Elizabeth." I pushed in once more, twice more.

  "Do it!"

  "Say my name."

  "James!" She shouted it loudly. I pushed in one last time, as deep as I could, feeling my balls tightening. I came strand after ropey strand of thick potent cum into the beautiful woman beneath me, not daring to move.

  "Oh god, that felt good."

  I pulled out of her gently, stumbling back to the bed.

  Elizabeth walked back, her hips wobbling a bit, and she laid in the bed, holding her hand against her pussy, trying to stop my cum from spilling out.

  "Yeah, it did, baby."

  I kissed her gently, letting my hand glide across her breast.

  I didn't know what would happen next, but for then, I thought, I would stay here with the beautiful goddess beside me and I'd let the chips fall.

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  Here's a hot glimpse of the sexy fun you'll get in this novel:

  I can't help myself, looking down at Maguire's body beneath me. I can feel the heat, where we're pressed together. The way that she trembles, I can feel the need that she's feeling, need reflected in my own hardness.

  I put a hand down on her back, pressing her body into the seat, and rub the head of my cock up and down her wet pussy. I push inside slowly, her arousal slick enough that I don't find much resistance against my invading cock.

  Maguire groans out her pleasure, a pleasure that threatens even after so little to overwhelm me. Her pussy pressed in against my unprotected cock clutches at every part of it, fighting to stop me from pulling back out.

  The sensation is almost too much as I pull back. When I slam forward again into her waiting pussy, Maguire lets out a loud groan of pleasure. I can't help but join her.

  "Oh, fuck," I groan, starting to settle into a rhythm. With each pull out, I feel her pussy trying to pull me back in, and with each thrust in I feel as if I'm already impossibly close to orgasm.

  I take a grip of her hips and use them as a handle to push into her harder, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh starting to echo through the bar around us. I don't care, and as far as I can tell, Maguire doesn't care, either. Not that she seems like she's in any state to worry about anything.

  She shudders with pleasure as I pound my cock into her again, my grip starting to slip where her body is slick with sweat from the heat of the room mixing with the heat of arousal.

  I can feel myself hitting her deepest parts, her body giving up its pleasure to me. I don't need to be given, though. I take what I want, forcing myself into her again and again.

  Maguire is moaning out her pleasure again, unable to contain her voice even for a moment, now. Her voice rises with each thrust, and her lamentations as I pull out are given voice almost as loudly.

  I push into her again, some primal instinct driving me to take a fist-full of her hair and pull her head back. Her back arches away from the bench, but she still cries out in pleasure beneath me.

  "Don't stop." The words can barely make it out of her mouth between her moans and her ragged breath, but I don't need to be told.

  I move her leg, forcing it up onto the raised floor under the booth, opening her hips more for my movements between them. I didn't think it was possible to drive into her any deeper, but I find the space.

  My body cries out with need, every thrust driving me closer and closer to orgasm, bringing me closer to the edge. I drive into her, each thrust seeming to take me deeper than the last, to mark her as mine so that nobody else will ever be able to have her.

  A dangerous part of me likes that idea. Likes the idea that nobody after this will ever be able to measure up to me. I take my grip on her hips again and use it to thrust as hard as I can, forcing her body to remember my shape with the power of each thrust.

  Her hips stopped moving, but I can still see her hands, ineffectually scrabbling for something to get a grip on, something that will give her some sort of control or context on her surroundings.

  I reach down and take that hand in my own, pulling her shoulders back tight. She arches away from the cushion again, her hips pressing back against my invading cock now, a new dimension that I hadn't even considered or imagined.

  I can feel her tightening down on me for what feels like the third or fourth time, and where I had thought that Maguire was out of energy and couldn't muster the strength to keep fucking the way we had been, she seemed to find something more.

  Her body seemed to sense my approaching orgasm, and she seemed to know that any minute now, I would be letting loose an orgasm inside her waiting, fertile womb.

  That thought drives me to thrust into her with renewed vigor, and her body seems to be matching my intensity, meeting each thrust with her hips pushing back, letting a loud 'slap' of flesh-on-flesh ring out every time I take her.

  I can feel my body tensing, can feel myself losing the control that lets me keep a steady rhythm. Need begins to overtake my control, forcing me to take each thrust as I can get it.

  The rhythm breaks, and now I have nothing more than desire and the sensation that any moment I'll pass over the crest and finally filfill the nagging need inside me.

  One last push inside and my vision goes dark, my eyes forcing themselves shut as a powerful orgasm rips through my body, the two of us still joined as I cum hard, one long potent strand of cum after another shooting into her.

  Maybe I shouldn't have done it. I don't care. My body starts to relax, the fire that had taken over my body starting to ebb away. I lean forward to press a kiss against the nape of Maguire's neck, laying still there for a moment before pulling out of her.

  A drop of cum follows with me, spilling out and onto the floor, just something else I'm going to have to clean up when all this is over.

  Maguire lays there for a long minute, panting and trying to catch her breath, before turning herself over in the bench.

  "That was—"

  I smile at her, lazily palming one of her breasts as it pools on her chest. A woman always looks her best on her back, like that. Something stirs deep inside me, a renewed interest that I haven't decided yet whether or not to refuse.

  "Yes, it was," I agree. My thumb passes over her nipple, and it hardens immediately, already trained to follow
my orders. Maguire's body is more honest than she is, at least.

  "We shouldn't have done it, though."

  "Shut up," I tell her, my voice lacking even the edge of a threat.

  She shuts up, and I smile down at her. She smiles back, a rare moment of tranquility and acquiescence. Maguire doesn't make any move for her clothing, and neither do I.

  Something inside me says that I should take her again.

  Chapter One

  MAGUIRE

  There's a fast food joint exactly forty feet away. I can't guarantee the distance, but I can feel it in my bones. I've always been good at judging distances, but under normal circumstances I would have paced it.

  "What did you need to see me about, boss?"

  I press the cup of the earphone against my ear, as if having it closer will make Beauchamp say the magic words sooner.

  "Spider. Hey."

  My stomach growls so loud I'm afraid Hawkins can hear it through the mic. 'Spider' is the dumbest name I've ever heard, but if Beauchamp buys it, then it doesn't much matter.

  Only forty short feet to a big, juicy burger and a heaping plate of fries, and my stomach can sense I'm weak. Right now, though, of all times, is when I can't do a damn thing about it.

  Danny's got the other earphone cup pressed against his ear, and we're sitting so close I can smell that he put on too much cologne to cover up the smell of having been in the back of a carpet cleaning van for three hours, and he'd probably be here for another three.

  "We've got another shipment coming through, and I need to make sure that you've got guys on it."

  "What are we shipping this time, boss?"

  Hawkins is going to blow this whole fucking thing. I can hear it in his voice. He's losing it. I'm not going to let that happen.

  "Back off," I say, quiet enough that there's no way Beauchamp hears it. "You're pushing too hard."

  "Spider, you been with me, what, a year?"

  "Sure, I guess."

  I suck in a breath. The twisting growl in my stomach sets me on-edge, and I can feel the tension in the room through the headphone set. Danny's thick body tenses beside me. He can feel it, too. The question, was that digging too much.