My Babysitter the Whore [NOOK Book]

Nikki was eighteen when she took her first babysitting job. She started out just trying to earn some money for college, but she soon learned she could make more money by becoming a dirty whore for the father of one of the families!

WARNING: This is an erotic short story for ADULTS ONLY! All characters are over the age of eighteen. This story contains graphic depictions of oral sex, spanking, rough sex, and contains very strong language and graphic sex acts!

EXCERPT:

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. I could feel a tingling sensation inside my panties. I was incredibly turned on! He struggled to loosen my shirt from my shorts, and he pulled it up over my head and tossed it aside.

We tore at each other’s clothes, pausing our kiss only to lift things out of the way – things that were quickly discarded. I felt his warm torso pressing against mine, and I pulled him as close to me as I could manage. Yes, I could certainly get used to being paid for something I already loved to do, anyway!

His muscles were quivering underneath his skin, and I felt his biceps ripple as I placed my hands over them. His tongue probed inside my mouth, swirling around in circles, tasting me.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

“Gladly,” he growled.

He swept me up into his arms and carried my naked body over to the bed. He tossed me roughly onto it, and quickly mounted me. With his knees, he pushed my legs apart harshly, and then he leaned over me. I could feel the sharp scruff of his unshaven chin against the delicate skin of my neck. It scraped against me, and sent shivers of pleasure through my body. He nibbled and kissed the soft skin of my neck, and I moaned softly – almost a whisper.

His cock was rigid and pushing against my inner thigh. He shifted his body, maneuvering so that his cock was trying to slither its way beyond my labia. He wiggled his hips from side to side, working the head between my lips so that it rested at the opening to my cunt. I was getting wetter by the minute. He’d have no problem slipping inside once he was ready.

His teeth nibbled playfully at my neck, and he growled in a low, primal voice. My fingernails dug into his back, and I wiggled my hips, trying to force him inside me.

“Hold on,” he said quietly into my ear. “Let’s make it last.”

I groaned a long whine of frustration. His teasing was maddening. To feel his cock hard and ready against me and not have it inside me was driving me insane. I was desperate.

“Fuck me,” I urged him. “Please!”

“Not yet,” he said, his lips brushing across the skin of my breast. “Patience.”

My fingernails dug harder into his back, and my back arched, pushing my torso against his. I was desperate to have him inside me, and growing more and more excited.