Footsteps grow louder. Gabe comes into the living room, staring at me.
Quickly, I slam the tablet case shut. Caught in the act. “I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon,” I say, playing up the breathless surprise.
He steps closer, eyeing me suspiciously. “What were you doing, Ellie?”
“Oh nothing, nothing at all,” I say, twirling one of my pigtails innocently.
He arches a doubtful brow as he strides toward me, pointing to the evidence on the table. “Looks like you were doing something with my tablet.”
I scramble to answer the accusation. “I had to look up something for my Math 101 homework. But the baby’s sound asleep. Everything is fine. There’s nothing for you to worry about, Mr. Clements. I can just straighten up and go home to my parents.”
“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” he growls. Stalks over to me. Stands in front of me with arms crossed, giving me a clear sense of his height and breadth. “I heard moans from the screen. That didn’t sound like your freshman math class at university. Sounds more triple-X rated, Ellie,” he says, so stern that sparks race down my chest.
“Please don’t be mad at me, Mr. Clements.” I gulp, leaning into the role. “I swear I don’t know what you heard.”
He reaches a hand down and grabs my chin. “I heard the babysitter watching porn on my tablet,” he bites out.
My lower lip quivers. “I’m so sorry.”
He runs his thumb roughly along my jawline. “For lying or watching my videos?”
My lips twitch. I drop the contrition. Jut up a shoulder. “I wanted to know what you liked,” I admit in a naughty whisper. “I’ve been thinking about it every time you’ve had me babysit.”
I glance at his pants and his cock tenting those khakis. He’s as turned on by our games as I am. I can’t wait to play more. To see how far we can go. To try all these things I’ve never done.
“And what do I like?” Gabe asks, moving to stand between my legs, pushing my knees wider, spreading my thighs open.
I smile coyly. “You like Daddy-does-the-babysitter porn,” I say sweetly.
His expression is mean. His eyes full of punishment. “And you aren’t supposed to know. So you know what that means?”
“You’re going to teach me a lesson?”
“Damn right I am,” he says, and in a flash, he’s parked on the couch, jerking me across his lap.
I raise my ass for him. “Teach me a lesson, Mr. Clements,” I coo.
He pushes up the short skirt all the way to my waist. His breath catches, telling me he wasn’t expecting me to go commando.
But he stays in the role as he reaches across my ass, grabbing the tablet on the table. Like we planned. Without warning, he thwacks it sharply across the back of my thighs. I twitch. Then draw a tight, excited breath. “But I was so bad. Do you need to spank me again?”
“You’re such a naughty girl, Ellie,” he hisses. “You need to learn not to look at my porn.”
This time, he swats my ass. A hot burst of pain rushes along my flesh, radiating into pleasure. “I don’t think I’ve learned it yet, Daddy,” I say.
Another smack. Another sweet ache between my thighs. Then he sets the tablet down. Runs his palm along one bare cheek, then the other. “You’re not wearing any panties,” he says, stating the obvious.
I look up at him from my prone position, giving a who me look.
“Why the fuck is that?” he demands. “And you better tell me the truth.”
My breath comes out in a staggered gasp. “I was playing with myself before you came in. When I was watching your bookmarked videos,” I confess.
A filthy rumble works its way up his chest, and he lifts a hand high. Brings it down hard. I yelp and then I gush between my thighs as a gorgeous mix of pleasure and pain bursts under my skin. For a second, maybe more, he breaks character. “Fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” he murmurs. “You’re such a pretty, dirty girl.”
The praise lights me up. That’s new too—the pleasure of being praised in bed.
Then he turns me on higher and hotter when he adds, “You’re my dirty girl. Mine, just mine. All mine.”
Instantly, I’m wetter. Achy between my thighs.
Then, it is on.
Smack, strike, tingle.
Over and over he whacks me with his palm as I wriggle and beg for it.
Gabe slides a hand between my thighs, groaning ravenously when he feels how slippery I am. “Mmm. You’re ready now. You know what I like. You saw it on the video. Do it,” he commands.
With my ass bruised and tingling, I scramble off him, get on the floor. Look up with eager eyes. “You want me to suck your cock like a good girl?”
He slides a hand over my head and tugs hard on one pigtail. “That’s right. Take me deep and gag on my dick,” he says.
I open wide, waiting patiently for my reward as he undoes the button of his slacks, then the zipper, then pushes down his pants. His boxer briefs go next. I gasp when I see his gorgeous, throbbing cock.
A drop of arousal pearls the head. “Look what you did to me.” He grunts, his eyes like slits as he runs a hand along his cock then over that tempting drop of liquid.
I raise my chin, waiting.
He slides the arousal across my top lip. Then my bottom lip. Then leans closer. “Now, do a good fucking job and I’ll hire you again. Do it just like you saw when you were checking out my porn,” he says.
I am on fire. Pretty sure he is too. I’ve never had sex like this. This wild, this risqué, this…fun.
And I’m hungry for more of it. Tonight, tomorrow, and the next day too.
Right now, though, I want to show him how deeply I crave him.
As I take him down my throat, swirling my tongue along his length, desire throbs tightly in my core.
He’s at my mercy now and I take my turn at making him lose control, giving him a deep, enthusiastic blow job with loud, long slurps that seem to excite him more. Every noise I make earns me a groan, then a grunt.
I’m scorched, my skin sizzling everywhere.
I’m rocking my hips, fucking air. I slide a hand between my thighs, stroking myself as I go. The deeper I take him, the more he shakes and shudders. His thrusts grow wilder, faster. His moans louder. “Fuck, Ellie, baby,” he says, his voice strangled. “Play with my balls.” He sounds like he’s begging.
I fondle them, rolling them.
He shoves his cock deeper.
I gag, but I don’t want him to stop, and he knows it. I told him in advance to keep going, and I keep sucking voraciously.
Then, I wet my fingers one more time with my own juices. Right when he’s muttering my name and groaning so loudly I’m sure my neighbors will hear, I slide a damp finger below his balls, pressing it against his ass, then up.
He sings like a chorus of heavenly orgasm angels are flying inside him. “Oh god, oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes.”
With a wickedly satisfied grin, I drink him down. He’s salty and musky, and I love it.
When I drop him from my mouth, he’s panting savagely for a while. Then, he recovers, pats his thighs. “Get up here on my lap and straddle me.”
In a flurry, I climb onto his thighs, my legs spread. I’m so close already, and I’m dying for release.