The Billionaire’s Nanny

26.

Alita knew Benson was by the door watching her as she laid down by the bed. A position she had quickly morphed into to pretend she was asleep when she heard him coming.

Alita was glad Julie had screamed when she did. She knew she could not have resisted him when he held her waist like that.

When she ran into the room to tend to Julie, she was so thankful that she picked her up and smothered her face with kisses before noticing she had wet herself and was screaming in discomfort and hunger.

Alita could still feel Benson’s hands on her waist. The way he gripped her, holding her down like that flipped a switch in her body. She suddenly became warmer as a chill ran down her spine. Her face flushed and she remained still, savoring the feeling of his manly hands holding her down. She had pictured his hands holing her ways way too many times for her not to be affected by the reality of it at that moment. She was melting as he peered into her eyes.

Her body had gone deaf to all the voices screaming in her head to do something to break out of his hold. She just sat still waiting for anything to happen. She was completely done. She knew she wouldn’t do anything.

She sat down on the floor after Julie quieted down to slumber, thinking of the many things that could have happened, that she would surely enjoy and not forgive herself for. She was typically like this. She would shy away in such moments and then go back regretting and thinking of how things would have played out.

She hesitated in fear and utter confusion when she heard his footsteps towards the door. She jerked her head towards the bed and then slipped her hands beneath her chin to balance her head on the bed. An uncomfortable position to sleep that she had resorted to instead of facing Benson.

He stood there a while longer than she had expected. At first, she thought he just came to check op on them after some time of silence from both of them, but when he lingered there, she knew he was up to something else, something she didn’t couldn’t figure out until she slightly opened her eyes and saw the growing stud in his crotch.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

She was awake the whole time he stood there observing her. She just closed her eyes to see what was going to happen. She liked how he looked at her. She could feel his eyes crawl every inch of her skin that he could see. She was proudest of her body while he was there staring at her and getting aroused by what met his eyes.

When she couldn’t bear the strain on her neck for keeping her bent for as long as she did, she twitched and moaned.

Seeing the way he reacted after she moaned, Alita almost burst out laughing but managed to hold in the urge as it would blow up her act. He was legit scared and if she didn’t know he was admiring her, she would think he retracted because he didn’t want to wake any of them.

After a while, of savoring the dreamy look on his face, she heard him take a step forward. She almost opened her eyes when she heard him move. She was scared he would do something to her. In her mind, she had decided to stand up if he took another step forwards, but thank God he didn’t. He left the room looking confused afterward.

Alita stood up after she was sure he was not anywhere near the door. She couldn’t stop smiling and giggling to herself as she recollected the moments from when he was checking her out.

You might want to ask why she was not giving in yet if she already liked him after knowing he digged her, but Alita had one more box to check in her mind. She needed to know he did just want her because of her body. Somehow, she’d have to make sure that he wasn’t just going to fuck her and then abandon her as her dutch bag high school boyfriend did. She didn’t want history to repeat itself. She would not know how to cope with that, especially after having such high hopes that Benson was different. She didn’t even know or notice that she was desirable and admirable until him.

Succumbing to her imagination that was highly influenced by alcohol, she filled in the rest of the evening with her thoughts, starting from when Julie screamed, imagining she didn’t and Benson held her for one second more.

She surely would have turned off her brain and let her body take control first by pecking his lips and waiting to see what he would do and if she noticed any ounce of hesitation, she would wrap her legs around him and be the one holding him down. She would take his beautiful face by his perfect jaw and raise his lips to hers and then kiss him with everything she is. She would totally let him have her as she would have him.

She pictured ripping off his shirt and pants and then turning taking his cock in her hand and wrapping her lips around him, she’d take him down her throat completely. She had thought about how his cock would feel in her mouth when she would take him deep into her throat.

It had been ages since she held a dick in her hand. She saw her fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking him up and down as he disappears into her throat just the way she had seen in some of the videos she had revisited a countless number of times ever since that day when she discovered such a woman she was.

She picked up her phone after thinking about watching one of the porn videos she had saved into her secret folder in her phone, strictly for educational purposes. She didn’t see herself as a pervert but as someone who was preparing for epic sex with an amazing man because she wants the very first time to be remarkable and one to remember for the rest of her life. And knowing she had to beat the performances of the countless women, some of which would have been complete prostitutes that had mastered the art it pleasuring a man. She would have to be the best he had ever had to keep him locked onto her, to make him want just her.

Alita was preparing to possess Benson, and until she felt prepared, she wasn’t going to do anything with him. This was why she would have definitely starved herself in regret for giving in to Benson if Julie hadn’t stepped in to save her.

“Although it is getting unbearable to resist you, I have to, because I have to make sure you are right for me and I am not just a change of dress that you would throw after the next day to put on another. That would wreck me,” she said staring into space. “And I have to prepare for you. I can afford to be bad sex,” she shook her head. “I would disappear like I never existed if that happens,” she added looking down at her phone screen, navigating to her secret porn folder to pleasure herself under the name of learning.

She found a video and played it while biting on her nails and rubbing her thighs against each other.

She peered at Julie a saw she was still sleeping, then she slowly parted her legs and her hand found her pussy. She slid a finger up and down her pussy lips and arched her lower back as she did. She licked her bottom lips, eyes glued to her screen.

She closed her eyes and slid a finger into herself then moaned and licked her lips again. She threw her phone away and started sliding in and out of her pussy faster, making her moan louder. For a split second, she forgot Julie was there, fast asleep, and waking her when she had just fallen asleep was a bad idea.

She quickly slid in a second finger and the words, “Fuck, BA,” left her lips. She shit her eyes tighter as her thrust became faster. When she felt she was close to a climax, she slid in a third finger and kept to her speed and rhythm.

After sliding three fingers in and out of her pussy a few more times, she felt a wave of electricity course through her body. She covered her mouth with her other hands to dampen an expected outgoing scream. She savored the feeling that welcomed her into pleasure, the feeling which encouraged her to thrust faster.

As Alita let out a moan as she reached her climax. Everything went dark as she let herself fall back to the bed. She laid there, legs parted, gasping for air. She licked her fingers, still blind from her orgasm. She moaned as she licked her cum off her fingers. It was a strong taste that she had grown to like during the past weeks of serious masturbation -a way she found to calm herself down whenever she was horny.

As she opened her eyes and jerked herself up to check if baby Julie was still asleep.

She was startled by a voice that spoke. It took her a moment to recognize it was Benson that had spoken. She froze, her leg still parted. The loom in his face told her he had been there long enough to see her masturbate to a climax. She didn’t hear him come in.

They both stayed still, staring at each other, wordless and confused but more so, drunk and aroused.