“I won’t tell anyone,” Beth whispered in her sugary little girl voice. “I just think you need to feel better.”
“Jesus,” Byron snarled. He grabbed her hair and yanked her back toward his cock. “Suck. Keep your mouth on my dick until I tell you to stop.”
Yes, sir,Beth thought, opening wide.
She blew him as he undid his shirt and pulled it over his head. Half-naked, he cupped her face and tugged her back again. “We really shouldn’t be doing this, Bethany…”
She looked up at Byron, and the breath exited her lungs. He was so fucking hot, her husband. Tanned and fit and stupidly symmetrical. But this time, Beth didn’t feel diminished by his radiance. It glossed over her, making her chest warm and her smile wider. “I know. I just like you so much, Mr Thomas.”
He blew out a hard breath, tucking his cock into his pants and drawing the fly. “So what now?”
Beth crawled out from under the table and threw her arms around Byron’s neck, kissing him deeply in answer. He pulled her onto his lap, and they made out like kids, tongues and hands everywhere. Then she was sitting on the table, Byron practically tearing her t-shirt over her head.
“You’ve got such nice tits,” he muttered, massaging them through her bra, and Beth believed him, a realisation as sexy as his hands on her breasts.
“You noticed them?”
“Of course, I fucking did.” He flipped down a cup and sucked her nipple. Since Simon, he’d been so gentle, but in the heat of the moment, he did it the old way. The brutal,I-wanna-fucking-eat-youway. Beth cried out as her pussy clenched. She gripped his bicep as he pulled down the other cup and sucked harder.
“Oh my God,” she panted. “Mr Thomas…”
“Yeah, keep calling me that.” He pressed his face between her breasts, and Beth imagined Audrey walking in and catching them together, her husband worshipping their nanny’s body. Her clit pulsed, and she pressed a hand between her legs. She felt herself as though she was someone else, swollen and aching, soaking her panties.
“Let me do that,” Byron said, shoving her palm aside and rubbing his fingers over her pussy. “If I’m not going to fuck you, at least let me make you come.”
There was no way on earth he wasn’t going to fuck her, but it was still fun to pretend. Byron shoved her underwear aside andrubbed a thumb over her clit; Beth closed her eyes and moaned. “Mr Thomas, I don’t usually let guys do this.”
Her husband grunted. “Feel nice, though?”
“Yessss.”
“Good.” He slid two fingers inside her with a groan. “I’ve been thinking about your tight little cunt for so long…”
She closed her eyes, trying to retain every millisecond of how he felt inside her, new and familiar and so fuckingbig, but before she could settle into the experience, Byron withdrew. He dropped to his knees in front of her, kissing the skin above her knee. “You gonna let me taste you?”
“Mr Thomas,” Beth gasped. “I’ve never letanyonedo that.”
It wasn’t true, obviously, but Byron had only gone down on her in the dark since Simon. She’d checked herself out with a hand mirror, and her pussy looked pretty much the same—at least without a side-by-side photo analysis to prove the point—but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still self-conscious.
“You’ve gotta let me,” Byron said, kissing her other knee. “I think about it all the time.”
“Really...?”
“Every night.” His hands crept up to her skirt hem. “I wanna feel my little nanny coming on my tongue.”
“Oh my gosh, Mr Thomas. I want that too…”
“So let me.” He pulled her legs apart, reached for her underwear and tugged. “Just fucking let me, Bethany.”
It didn’t feel like little nanny Bethany had much of a choice. She lifted her hips and let her boss yank down her panties. Byron hoisted her thighs onto his bare shoulders and, with a snarl like a hungry animal, sunk his face between her legs. Beth didn’t want to come fast, but that was also something she didn’t seem to be able to choose. The second Mr Thomas’ tongue flicked her clit, she shoved a hand into his hair and ground against his mouth.His growl of satisfaction vibrated through her like her favourite toy, and she convulsed, her legs locking tight around his head.
Beth screamed nonsense as she rubbed herself shamelessly against Byron’s tongue. She wished he hadn’t put his cock away, that he’d stand and shove himself deep inside her. But then Byron got a firm grip on her ass, holding her in place. He licked faster, lighter, stretching her pleasure beyond whatever internal ceiling she’d been working toward. And he kept going all through her orgasm, making her scream so loud she worried the non-existent baby would wake up.
Gasping, she unwound her legs from his shoulders. “I can’t believe… Mr Thomas…”
“Yeah, you’re not gonna find some uni kid who can do that.” Byron stood, his forehead and neck flushed red. He stared down at her naked cunt, swiping his mouth with his fist.
Beth noted his wedding ring with pleasure. She’d done it. She’d fucked someone else’s husband. “That was so good,” she whispered, spreading her legs a little wider, inviting him to do what they both knew he shouldn’t.
