Damaged Goods: A Single Dad & Nanny Romance

by Rye Hart

  I took my hand and wrapped it around her hair, pulling her head back and leaning in for an even deeper kiss. I heard her breath release and a moan slipped from her throat. I pressed my fingers against her stomach and ran them down, stopping right above her mound. I could feel her squirming, wondering if I was really going to do it. Her lips were swollen and bulging and I could see the wetness seeping out from them. She wanted my dick so damn bad and because of that, I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to fuck her so hard she wouldn’t ever want to leave this house. And then, when she came, I wanted to run my lips over the wetness and taste her, bringing her back up to climax again.

  As my arm skimmed my gun, my eyes flew open and I stared down at her while she looked back at me with a naughty grin. I had two choices: either let her have it right here, right now or give in to my conscience and back away slowly. I took in a deep breath, letting her hair go. I groaned as I backed away, feeling her hands caress the bulge in my pants.

  If I wasn’t professional right now, there was a good chance I would fuck this girl every day until she left.

  CHAPTER SEVEN - KAILEY

  His fingers were right there, right above my wet pussy. All he had to do was move a couple more inches and he would hear my desperate moans. I pushed my pelvis forward, trying to signal to him that I wanted him inside of me, but I could tell he was fighting with his conscience again. I leaned in to press my lips against his, but he pushed away from me with a deep breath. There was no way I was going to lose this time. I reached forward and grabbed his hand, pulling it around me to my ass. He breathed in through his teeth and squeezed as I moved in closer.

  “Come on,” I cooed. “I need this. I need you to fill me up.”

  I leaned forward and bit his bottom lip, pulling it out before sucking it in with my mouth. He pressed hard against me again, taking my tongue in and swirling his own around my mouth. I could feel his huge erection in his pants and I reached down to undo his belt. His hand met mine and he smiled weakly, shaking his head.

  “I can’t do this, Kailey,” he groaned. “It’s against every rule out there.”

  “I want you,” I replied, pulling him toward me by his belt. “I need you. Stop thinking and fuck me.”

  Before he could answer, I pulled him forward into the room and shut the door. I knelt down on my knees and started undoing his belt, looking up at him and biting my lip. I could see the resolve slip away as he pulled the heavy belt off and laid it on the dresser. He watched me with a powerful expression as I unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. I tugged on his gray boxer briefs and his dick sprang forward, grazing my lips. I reached up and grasped it strongly in my hand, running my tongue over the tip and grinning at his groans. Slowly, I slipped the tip into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the edges, feeling his cock get harder in my hands. I plunged forward, taking it deep in my throat and slowly lifting my head, sucking hard. He groaned softly, putting his hand on the top of my head and pushing me down again.

  “Oh God, your mouth feels so good,” he whispered, sending heat into my stomach. I didn’t know how long I could do this until I just had to feel him inside me.

  Slowly, I dipped my head back down, swirling my tongue down his shaft and moving side to side as he held my head down. I reached up with my other hand and started to suck faster, massaging his balls and feeling saliva drip down my chin. I went in so deep that my lips were touching his stomach. I looked up as high as I could, finding his open-mouthed gaze. He bit his lip and tangled his hand in my hair, taking control. I moaned as he plunged me hard against him, deep-throating and sucking as he withdrew.

  “You like that?” he asked, gritting his teeth and finally giving himself over fully to the experience.

  “Mhmm,” I moaned seductively as he quickened the pace, fucking my mouth.

  “Touch yourself,” he ordered, arousing every part of me.

  I let go of his balls and let him take complete control of my head as I reached down and ran my fingers over my clit. I was sopping wet, and he hissed as he watched me slip my fingers inside and pull them back out, slapping them hard against my nub. I moaned loudly as I continued to suck his dick, loving the control he had over me. I bobbed up and down, bouncing on my knees as I fingered myself deeply, wishing it were his big, round cock instead of my fingers. I pulled off him, taking in a deep breath.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I said bluntly.

  “You want me to fuck you?” He was toying with me now. “Not yet, baby. Not yet.”

  He reached down and ran his fingers over my lips before grabbing his cock with one hand and my head with the other, pushing the two together. I grunted loudly as his dick slid deep into my throat and my fingers slid deep inside myself. I wanted him so badly, and his controlling attitude did not make it any easier. After several minutes of me rubbing my clit and pushing my adrenaline higher, I pulled back. I was panting, and I didn’t know how much longer I could wait.

  “Please, Logan. Please fuck me,” I whined. His lips curled into a smile, and he grabbed me under the arms, throwing me backward onto the bed. I laughed as I bounced up and down, watching him take his shoes and socks off.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, looking down at me and running his hands through his hair.

  “What now?” I asked, afraid that he was about to stop again.

  “I don’t have anything,” he said, sounding beyond frustrated.

  “In my purse,” I said, nodding to the dresser where it lay open.

  He reached inside and fished around until he found a condom and held it up, a look of relief on his face.

  He put the wrapper between his lips and moved forward, dropping it beside me on the bed and pushing just the head of his warm cock into me. I cried out, wanting more, but he pulled back and chuckled. He obviously enjoyed teasing me. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the floor, sitting above me with his muscles exposed. He lifted my leg over his shoulder and slipped two fingers inside of me, filling my tight pussy and pushing in and out. I arched my back and screamed out in pleasure as he reached over and tore the top of the package open, slipping the condom on to his dick. He held it grasped in his hand, looking me in the face.

  “Is that what you want?”

  I bit my lip and nodded my head, reaching down to grab his cock and pull him toward me. He smiled as he leaned forward, parting my lips and gliding his shaft deep inside. The groan that escaped his lips immediately sent me into a spiral, and I reached down, grabbing the sheets as he plunged his cock deep inside me over and over again.

  I looked up at Logan’s eyes, watching as they grew darker with every thrust. He was needy, and so was I.

  “Yes, Logan, yes. Please take me however you want me,” I moaned.

  He pulled out and scooted off the bed and grabbed my ankles, pulling me on to my belly so I was bent over the mattress. Logan leaned forward and wrapped his hand around my waist, rubbing his fingers through my wetness and massaging my nub. I could feel him grab his shaft and slide it in, grabbing onto my ass with his other hand. He immediately slammed his cock into me. He slapped my ass, and I moaned loudly, feeling his fingers dance across my clit.

  He pulled his hand from between my legs and reached forward, sticking his fingers in my mouth and tasting my own desire. We both moaned loudly at the action as his dick throbbed inside me. He kept his fingers hooked in my cheek as I bit down on them, wanting more. I pushed myself up on my toes, and he slid even further in, sliding through my wetness with ease. He growled, pulling his fingers from my mouth and grabbing both ass cheeks. He was finally giving into his urges and pounding me so hard the bed frame shook. I could feel the heat of an orgasm in my stomach, and I put my face down on the bed. I lifted my ass and screamed as I reached my peak. My whole body shook as the pleasure washed over me, my pussy vibrating and pulsating around his shaft.

  Logan reached forward and twisted his hand in my hair. He slapped me hard on the ass, turning up my pleasure that much more. I could feel his grasp
tighten as his muscles tensed and he reached down, grabbing my hips and pushing into me as hard as he could. He growled behind me, letting loose and coming hard. He stood for several moments still inside me, breathing heavily and leaning over my back. Slowly, he grasped the end of the condom at the base of his dick and pulled out, turning and falling on his back. I looked at his sweaty face and smiled, grabbing my towel with my toes and flinging it over my head and onto the bed. I bit my lip and reached over, pulling the condom from his still swollen shaft and tossing the towel on top of him.

  I pranced from the room, disappearing into the bathroom, knowing I had gotten exactly what I wanted.

  CHAPTER EIGHT - LOGAN

  Yesterday was both insanely hot and completely stupid. I couldn’t believe I gave in and actually had sex with Kailey. After everything they taught me in school, I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants for even two days. There was just something about this girl that was so irresistible. Just thinking about her wet pussy, tight ass, and perfect tits made me hard. I hoped I got it out of my system. Just one time and then I would be okay. Instead, I just wanted her more. After fucking her like that, I couldn’t get her off my mind. The rest of the day went like any other. She was happy, quiet, and even went to bed early. There was no relentless teasing or crazy amounts of torture, but I still found myself enjoying her company.

  That was just it though, I shouldn’t be so close to her that I knew the differences in her personality. She was a dangerous girl, sweeping me in with her sex appeal and charm. Outside of her sex-kitten persona, she was pretty normal—upbeat and had a lot to say. She seemed educated and worldly, but while part of me was shutting it down, the other part was even more curious than before. I looked down the hallway, hearing Kailey downstairs in the kitchen. I got up, dressed in my normal workout gear, and headed downstairs. As I rounded the corner, expecting to find Ms. Sassy making her normal peanut butter toast, I stopped short.

  “Good morning,” she said, looking over her bare shoulder and grinning. “I hope you like eggs, because I cooked you some.”

  I was speechless. All I could do was stand there, tracing her naked body with my eyes. My mouth was hanging slightly open and she giggled as she pranced around the kitchen carrying a sizzling pan. Her breasts bounced with each step, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. After all that, after everything that happened yesterday, she was right back to driving me absolutely crazy. I reached down and adjusted myself, feeling my cock start to respond.

  Calm down, boy. It’s just breakfast.

  I think I repeated that to myself about fifteen times as I walked through the doorway to the kitchen table.

  She set my plate down in front of me and took the chair on the other side, her breasts leaning against the edge of the wooden table. She leaned forward and put her chin in her hands, smiling at me as I tried to eat without staring at her. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, wondering why she thought this was a good idea.

  “Didn’t you get enough yesterday?” I asked.

  “Ha,” she laughed. “No way. I’m just getting started.”

  I cleared my throat and pushed my chair up further, not wanting her to notice my raging boner. The eggs were good and I tried my best to concentrate on my plate. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, sitting there her breasts exposed to the world.

  “So, tell me about yourself, Officer Logan,” she said with a serious tone. “Did you always want to be a cop? Was your father a police officer?”

  “Um, no, actually I grew up wanting to be a carpenter,” I chuckled, finding the change in conversation a good one. “When I was nineteen, I got married, but after a robbery went wrong, I became a widower.”

  Kailey crossed her arms in front of her, a sad look on her face. “I’m so sorry. That must have been really hard, especially being so young.”

  “It was, but I threw myself into the force,” I replied. “I guess I just wanted to know I could stop at least one family from going through what I went through. It was rough and it still is sometimes. Every year I have to go sit at the parole hearing for her killer. He was just a kid then, but apparently nothing about getting locked up ever sunk in with him. Suffice it to say, I don’t think he will be getting out anytime soon.”

  “Good,” she said, shaking her head. “I just don’t know how you could take someone’s life and still sleep at night. It's terrifying.”

  “And as far as my father, he died when I was a little boy. From Cancer,” I said, feeling really comfortable with our conversation even though she was stark naked. “I don’t even really remember him. My mom raised me on a waitress salary, but I never really went without anything. She would pick up extra shifts so I could have more opportunities. I didn’t realize what she did for me until I got older.”

  “Wow,” she said. “That’s really amazing of your mom. I hope one day I can be a tough mother like that. Do what’s best no matter what.”

  “That’s definitely a great goal to have,” I replied, smiling. “How about you? What was your childhood like?”

  “It was okay. Nothing like yours. I grew up in a really well-off household, but my parents fought nonstop. When I turned seventeen, I pushed to graduate high school early and got out. My father had turned violent against my mother,” she explained, a bit of pain in her eyes. “I mean, I guess that’s why I have relationship issues. I don’t know. I don’t really believe the psychoanalytical mumbo jumbo, but the way you grow up definitely affects you as an adult.”

  “I agree,” I said with a mouthful of eggs. “I have a huge amount of respect for women because I was raised by one who deserved that respect. She made it happen: anything and everything. I think that is where I get my drive. I give up in the present, so I can make things happen, hoping I’ll have time in the future to really enjoy it, or at least set it up for the ones I love.”

  “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

  “I don’t,” I replied. “Only child and it’s probably a good thing since I’m so protective. They would hate my guts.”

  “Ha,” she laughed. “I have an older brother, but he lives in his own world. He’s definitely my father’s son—riven, proud, and has a temper from hell. We never really got along, and the only feeling I had when I left was a bit of guilt knowing my mom was there with them.

  “Yeah, but sometimes you have to break away,” I replied. “Your mom could leave, and I don’t say that lightly since I’ve worked about a thousand domestic abuse cases, but if she really needed to, she could leave. I bet she was proud of you for getting out. She didn’t want to see you go through the same thing.”

  “True,” she sighed, looking down at her plate, her eggs now cold. “Maybe that’s why I find you so damn sexy. I’m used to pushovers, and you really know how to put me in my place.”

  She leaned forward, lifting her tits on top of the table, brushing over her nipples with her hands. I looked down at her breasts and leaned back in my chair, taking a deep breath. She was so damn tempting, and I really wanted to take her upstairs and fuck her all over again. I shook my head and leaned back in, remembering that I needed to start exercising some serious restraint. I really liked being around her, and she was really easy to talk to, but my dick needed to stay in my pants. She chuckled at my obvious discomfort.

  “You're going to hurt yourself holding back so hard,” she giggled. “What’s wrong? You don’t want to take me and bend me over this table? Huh? You don’t want to get off knowing we can see out of the windows, but no one can see in?”

  “You are so bad,” I laughed, raising my arms above my head.

  She was so bad, but oh so right. Sitting across this table was suddenly not enough, and all I wanted to do was wipe that smirk off her face with my cock. Just imagining those lips wrapped around me, her eyes staring up at me, made me absolutely nuts. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I had to think of something to keep her off my mind, no matter what tricks she had up her sleeve.

  CHAPTER NINE - KAILEY


  I laughed and leaned back in my chair, enjoying teasing the hell out of Logan. He was trying so hard to control himself and I was being straight evil, tempting him by walking around naked and talking about all things naughty. Truth be told, I was actually starting to feel more than just lust for this handsome, sexy cop sitting across the table from me. Who could blame me?

  He was a widow, a momma’s boy who chased down the bad guys and protected the weak. What was there not to like? Not to mention he was one of the sexiest men I had ever been with and our sex had been out of this world. Just thinking about it made me wet and I had to remember I wasn’t wearing any panties. Nobody likes a mess on the kitchen chair.

  I stood up from the table and leaned over, grabbing his plate. I shook my head and laughed. I could feel his eyes on me as I strutted across the room, swaying my hips more than usual to give him a show. I rinsed off the plates and bent over extra far to stick them in the dishwasher. I glanced back at him as he stared at my pussy, licking his lips and holding on to his massive erection. Every single part of me wanted to go over there, whip it out, and ride him in the kitchen chair, but I knew I needed to give him a little more time to wear down. Rejection was not on my list of things for the day and I wanted to keep it that way.

  I pulled out the dishrag and sprayed the counter as he pulled his phone from his pocket, stroking his shaft through his sweatpants. Suddenly he sat up straight, “yes ma’am’-ing” whoever was on the phone.

  He paced the room, listening intently. I waited for him to tell me what was going on. I was immediately nervous, glancing out the window in case the killer was outside. He hung up the phone and looked up at me, realizing I was still naked.