Nanny and the Beast Read Online Georgia Le Carre

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
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My release came and it was sweet, but it left me empty. I remember the shocking way I had come at the gun range. Never before had it felt like that. In fact, I was sure I had for a little while, lost consciousness of the world around me. For hours after I was still reeling, deep in thought, and nursing a longing that was nothing short of cruel.

I switched off the water and leaned against the tiles. Alex always said life’s a funny thing. It’s all fun and games until someone loses a fucking eye. Yeah, I’d been fucking around all my life and now I was in danger of losing more than an eye. I pulled a towel around my hips.

Even now, I felt dissatisfied. I knew without doubt I couldn’t go back to sleep. I had to finish what we begun…

The mere thought of going in and out of her pussy, relishing the clench of her tight walls on my dick, had me opening my bedroom door and making my way towards her room.

I pushed her door open, and walked in. She had turned on the AC too high, and the room was freezing cold. Certain that it would be much too cold for her, I turned it down and pulled open the draperies that hung over her windows. I cracked open a window to ensure some ventilation. The sky was starless.

The only light was from the lamps outside seeping in from the crack in the draperies. Silently, I stood and watched her, hair fanned out over the pillow, and her lush body curved into a ball.

Maybe she just prefers sleeping alone, a voice said in my head, and I felt my anger dissipate and in its place a totally foreign feeling of tenderness.

Dropping the towel to the floor, I climbed into bed next to her. I was desperate for her flesh, but she was so deeply asleep she didn’t move even when my weight depressed the bed. I watched her for a little while more, unwilling to wake her when she so obviously needed the sleep, but my eyes slipped down to the curve of her neck and I saw the marks I’d left there. I couldn’t bear it anymore. I touched the silk of her face.

She stirred and opened her eyes. She blinked, but didn’t seem afraid, or even startled. Instead, her gaze moved quickly and hungrily over my body and she seemed to relish the sight of my reclined position against her headboard and my upright cock.

She lifted her arms to me in a childlike gesture and I knew then that she was still partly asleep. Her brain hadn’t kicked in fully, otherwise she would have held back. As she always did.

I accepted the crush of her lips against mine. It was so innocent and so tender it knocked the breath out of me and sent the sweetest torrent of sensations racing into my veins. It crept its way to my heart. I fell back onto her bed as she rose to her knees and pulled her cotton nightgown over her head. She looked down at me. She was so beautiful it was as if I was looking at an angel, and for a second… I felt fear. It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye. How strange?

My heart was alive!

It hadn’t beat in this way for anyone. Not from the day my father had strangled my mother right in front of my eyes because he believed she had cheated on him, betrayed him with another man.

April sat astride me, watching me, as she held my face in her hands, so softly, so delicately.

With my eyes wide open in the blue light, her body looked like porcelain, beautiful and so fragile, but then she lifted her hips and impaled herself on my cock with the brutality of an impatient lover.

A groan tore out of my throat…. my hands slid into her hair. “Go slow,” I said.

Her gasp of pleasure was music to my years, soft… wrenching. This time I wanted her, slowly, deliberately. I wanted to savor all of this, until we exploded together. With all the other women, the peak had been everything. The cherry on top. With April, I wanted to savor every part of the cake.

She writhed and ground against me, slowly; her wet, greedy cunt buttering my cock with her cream. Her eyes closed her face full of ecstasy as she teased and promised me mindless bliss.

Until I couldn’t take it anymore.

With a hand around her, I rolled us over and plunged my cock into her. In the dim light, I saw the love bite on her neck. Like a man in a desert who sees a well full of cool water, I moved towards it. I buried my face in her neck and sucked on that shadow, and my tongue felt the blood that raced frantically underneath.



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