“You like it when I ride you, Mr. Ryder?” she asked between pants, her breasts bouncing up and down in front of my face. “You like fucking the nanny?”
It was a fantasy, just a fantasy. Nothing like that could ever happen in real life.
Her hair draped over my face as her sighs grew more intense, my cock pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. April threw her head back as she came, opening her mouth and letting out a long, pleasured moan as her cunt grew soaking wet.
My dick pulsed inside of her as I came. Back in the shower I was well past the point of no return, and with a few more pumps I let loose, shooting into the running water of the shower. I groaned as I came hard, the image of April’s full breasts front and center in my thoughts.
The pleasure faded, and I was back in the moment. I finished washing up, and when I was done, I turned off the shower and stepped out to wrap a towel around my narrow waist.
Putting her out of my mind had been the point, scratching the itch of my desire for her. But as I regarded my reflection through the mist-coated mirror, I worried deep down that I’d only thrown fuel on the fire.
I wanted her, but I couldn’t have her. And that only made me want her all the more.
This was going to get complicated.
And maybe even a little fun.