“Oh fuck,” I moan, pressing the head of his cock in tighter on my clit. “Will you?” I don’t even know where the question comes from, but now I’m begging for it. “Not right now, but soon, will you do that?”
He twists my nipple harder. “My naughty fucking girl, you are so perfectly filthy. Yes, I will absolutely do that. But not now. Now I need you to put me inside you so I can watch and feel you come on my cock. It’s starting to get late.”
I whine but shift up onto my knees and moan deeply as he enters me, my hand slamming down on his chest, holding onto him like a lifeline. The feeling of him inside me will never grow old, but I swear, each and every time feels better than the last. I start to move, lifting up and pushing back down. I gasp softly as his full length fills me all the way to the hilt and whimper with pleasure as I move against him.
Sebastian sits up, leaning against the headboard, and I wrap my arms around his neck, but he shakes his head.
“I have a better idea.” He lifts me up, one arm under my knee and the other behind my back, and he shifts me until I’m arched away from him. “Hold on to my shins.”
Immediately I do, and he starts pounding into me. And with this angle, with my thighs spread over him, with my pussy open and exposed, with his cock hitting my front wall with every thrust, it’s mind-blowing. I start bouncing, moving in time with his thrusts, needing to take him in deeper, wanting it harder. My tits are high in the cool air, my nipples hard, and I arch deeper, move faster.
Taking control, I ride him, undulating my hips and driving down hard as he thrusts up into me. He cups my bouncing breasts, and they overflow his hands as I move in perfect sync with him. A groan rattles from his chest, sweat building on his forehead as he pushes me farther down on his cock.
His thumbs roll across my nipples, and I feel a sharp burst of pleasure rip through my body every time his cock brushes against my sweet spot. Sitting up, I tickle my lips against his, panting and moaning into his mouth as I grind against him, using his pelvic bone to rub my clit every time we slam together.
He fucks me with long, deep thrusts that vary with speed and intensity, and when his thumb starts rubbing my clit, my head falls back, and my eyes close in dizzying bliss. I move up and down and side to side, bringing both of us closer as he pulls me in so he can feel my hips grinding into his. I open my thighs wider, wanting his fingers to move faster on my pulsing clit and needing him to slide in deeper and harder than ever before.
Our bodies move together as one, building a rhythm that takes over. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my waist, just hard enough to leave marks, and it makes me clench around him, ripping a groan from both of us. The force of our movements leaves no room for anything but pleasure as my hips buck against his hand and my body bounces with the thrusts of his cock inside me.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you. So fucking hot I can hardly stand it.”
“I’m close,” I cry, hanging on to the edge.
Sebastian tightens his grip and thrusts harder and faster, pushing us both to the brink and then straight over until there is nothing but his hot cum filling me up. Sparks and heat shoot like electric charges across my skin and my legs shake as wave after wave slams through me.
I collapse onto him, our bodies still joined, and our breaths coming in unison. With a groan, he pulls out of me and rolls over until he’s back on top, pinning me down and taking my mouth with his. He chuckles when I reach between us, grasping his wet cock to see if it’s still hard. I quirk an eyebrowand start to stroke him, because this thing definitely isn’t softening up, when there’s a sharp knock on the door.
“Papa? Bellamy?”
I start giggling. “Is this what comes with full-time parenting? Being interrupted?”
“I wouldn’t know since Nora and I rarely ever had sex, but I have a feeling with us, the answer will be yes. Frequently. At least they waited until we were mostly finished.”
“True. Good thing we lock our door.”
My hand slips from Sebastian’s cock and he sits up, straddling my lower thighs without putting any of his weight on me. “Oui?” he calls out. “Nous sortirons bientôt. We’ll be out soon.” With a quick kiss, he pushes himself up and off before helping me do the same. “Looks like round two will have to wait until tonight.”
The restof the day moves quickly. I spent most of the morning with my father, who was having a good day, and playing with Zayer and Sabrina, and before I know it, Phaedra is home and the sun is setting over the palace, casting warm hues of gold and orange across the grand courtyard. It’s milder out today than it was yesterday, and I think we all wanted to get out for a bit. I lean against a stone column, observing the children as they spend time with their father.
When I first started here as the nanny, he rarely took time like this. I mean, he played with them and loved them, but I can’t tell you the last time I watched him fence with them.
“Papa!” Phaedra exclaims as she matches his starting pose, raising her sword in the air. “I’m going to win this time.”
“So confident, my darling girl. You’ll have to fight me for it.”
Her blonde hair falls in waves around her shoulders beneath the mask-helmet thing she’s wearing, and my heartswells with pride as I watch her determination. Sebastian isn’t going easy on them. He’s pushing them to learn, and I wonder if part of him feels the need to teach them self-defense because of what happened to me.
“Phaedra, you have to be faster than that,” Sebastian teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief since he’s not wearing a helmet—an unfair advantage in my opinion, but I keep my mouth shut. He swivels around her advance and lunges for her. She jumps out of the way, and the sword misses his strike. “Nicely done! That was a great move.”
Sabrina claps her hands together in excitement. “Go, Phaedra! You can do it!”
The two go back and forth until Phaedra finally lands a strike to Sebastian’s padded chest. Sabrina and I both clap, but then Zayer is there, jumping in front of Phaedra and using his own sword to hit Sebastian.
“I want to try, Papa!”
“It’s my turn.” Sabrina jumps up and down, frustrated that Zayer is trying to get in the game. This girl is all fire and tenacity. She didn’t hesitate to be the aggressor when she fenced with Sebastian before Phaedra.
“You already had your turn, Sabrina, and I don’t think we’ll have enough time for another round before supper, but tomorrow we’ll go again if we can.” Sebastian turns back to Zayer. “All right, Zayer.” He chuckles, placing his helmet on his head and bowing to his son before showing him how to get in position. “Let’s see what you’ve got, lad.”
