7+Us Makes Nine: A Nanny Single Dad Romance (Baby Makes Three)

by Nicole Elliot

  “I guess we won’t be eating more of your delicious food.”

  “Fuck that now.” He didn’t let me reply, kissing me fervently again as his hand worked its way under my dress and undies. “I’m going to eat you.”

  Well then, I was perfectly fine with skipping dinner.

  15

  Merritt

  These last few days felt like a nightmare since I was stuck at work and couldn’t see Camilla. I was acting like a lovesick teenager because I was thinking about Camilla all the time. During meetings, sessions, important lunches and dinners with various congressmen… She was always on my mind.

  We had been texting each other, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I kept wondering where she was, what she was doing, or who she was with. Then there were those jerks at my work who just couldn’t stop ogling at her. Seriously, half of them had wives or girlfriends, so what the fuck were they doing gawking at Camilla?

  Those moments were the hardest since I couldn’t do anything to put them to their place and show them that she was mine. I couldn’t grab her, like I wanted, and kiss her right there, in the middle of the fucking hall where everyone could see us.

  Instead, I had to be satisfied with keeping a low profile and late-night calls.

  Tonight, I finally found some time to be with her, so when she appeared on my doorstep, I was overjoyed. A rush of euphoria spread through me, my body moving to meet hers before I could even process what was happening.

  I was hard during the whole dinner. As she spoke about cooking, all I could think about was removing her clothes and burying myself into her to the hilt.

  So when she started speaking about her fantasy, it was all I needed to completely lose control.

  She licked her lips. Fuck me. That was so sexy.

  “I’m thinking about you fucking me right on this table. Your fingers are deep in my pussy, and I’m so wet that I’m making a mess out of your table.”

  I can’t believe this. My cock hardened beyond limits, threatening to explode without me even touching it.

  “I grab your head and press it against my pussy. I’m so damn wet.” She moved her chair backward and pulled her legs apart. Holy fuck. She was touching herself.

  My mouth turned dry as I looked at her. She started moaning, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I jumped to my feet.

  “I’m grinding against your face and I’m coming so hard that you can’t take it anymore. You—”

  I pulled her to her feet and picked her up. I brought her to the table and kissed her, mad with desire.

  “I guess we won’t be eating more of your delicious food.”

  I couldn’t care less about that. “Fuck that now.” I continued kissing her, moving my hand underneath her dress. I found the edge of her panties and pulled it aside, wanting nothing more than to have her come underneath my fingers, mouth, and then, with my cock inside of her.

  “I’m going to eat you.”

  She was soaking wet. I thrust two digits into her warm hole and pushed the straps of her dress to the side so I could reach her tits. I unclasped her bra on the front and kneaded her breast, pressing my lips against the spot beneath her ear. Her hands clutched my shoulders and pulled me closer to her, her hips moving to meet my fingers.

  The possessive side of me wanted me to be the best for her in any aspect. I wanted to ruin her so that she wouldn’t be able to forget about me when she was with other men.

  Not that I wanted her to be with others in the future because just the thought itself created an ugly jealousy that grew stronger the more I thought about losing her.

  Her wet walls closed in around my fingers too tightly, inviting me to enter her even deeper. I focused on her G-spot, rubbing it for the maximum pleasure. Her moans turned louder and more frequent, her cheeks rosy, and for a moment, I stared mesmerized at her face. She had no idea how good she looked when she was like this.

  Just like in her fantasy a few minutes ago, she was making a mess out of my table now. Being out of her pussy now felt like a pure torture.

  “Yes. Like that. Ah! I’m coming! I’m—” A scream tore from her lips, her whole body convulsing, and I leaned away to observe her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she bit into her lips, her eyebrows scrunched together in the most erotic image of ecstasy.

  I wrapped my fingers around my cock and pumped it over my pants, willing myself to stay put. I wasn’t done pleasuring her, so I would have to be patient a bit more.

  “I’m not done playing with you,” I said when her shuddering stopped, and her gaze met mine, continuing her fantasy, and placed my hands on her thighs to keep them separated.

  My head in between her thighs, I slid my tongue over her swollen folds and clit, picking up her sweet nectar.

  “Damn. Your taste is amazing. I can never get enough of you.”

  She brought her hands to my head and left them there, pressing me against her sensitive flesh. Her scent was intoxicating. I pushed my tongue around her clit and down her vulva before I probed her entrance with the tip of my tongue.

  “Ah, yes…” Her fingers dug in the back of my head, keeping me in place as I fucked her with my tongue. She was growing more restless by minute. “You’re so good… If you keep doing that, I’m going to come again… Yes.”

  I returned her fiery gaze. “This is nothing. You have no idea what I am going to do to you tonight.”

  She bit into her lower lip, her eyes glazing in response to my promise. I returned to her clit and sucked it into my mouth, inserting two fingers into her tight pussy, and moved faster. I could sense her build-up, her body tensing as it approached her next orgasm, and I added another finger into her.

  A few quick thrusts later, she was coming all over my face, my name a scream upon her lips. In seconds, I got rid of my pants and boxers and positioned myself in between her legs, helping her get rid of her dress before I wrapped her legs around my waist.

  “Ah, fuck, you feel amazing,” I growled when I finally plunged into her.

  “Merritt, yes…”

  Our lips met and our tongues clashed against each other. I was boiling from the inside, her kiss throwing me into a frenzy, and I rammed into her wildly. The table creaked beneath us, the loud sounds of our bodies smashing together blending with our guttural groans. I pulled her closer to the edge and leaned toward her, entering her at a deeper angle, and continued pounding her like possessed.

  Unable to keep up much longer, I increased my speed, letting out a string of expletives. When I finally reached my climax, I pulled out of her and moved so that my cock was right in front of her breasts. With a groan, I started ejaculating, covering her gorgeous tits with my sticky, warm seed, feeling like I was on the top of the world.

  Leaving our dinner unfinished, we went to take a shower. I took my time soaping her, paying extra attention to her intimate parts. The more time I spent with her, the crazier I was about her, and I wished I had all the time of this world to make love to her.

  At the moment, these fleeting meetings would have to be enough.

  I took her to my bedroom and made her sit on the chair.

  “What are you doing?” she asked me with a grin on her face.

  “Making things more interesting,” I replied mysteriously and went to my closet.

  I picked up my duffel bag with sex toys and put it next to the chair.

  “I’m going to blindfold you first.”

  I pulled a blindfold out of the bag and covered her eyes. I didn’t miss the opportunity to run my hands over her naked body, smirking when I saw a shiver pass through her. She was already breathing more quickly.

  “Now that you aren’t able to see anything, you’re going to feel everything.”

  I picked up a bullet vibrator next, but I didn’t use it right away. I went down to my knees in front of her and started kissing her neck, going ever so slowly.

  “Oh God...” She moved her neck to the side, her hands reaching out to grab my shoulders.

  “No. D
on’t touch me. You can’t touch me now,” I ordered. “If you don’t obey me, I’ll tie your hands together.”

  “Yes.” She returned her hands to her sides, a low moan escaping her lips.

  I lowered my hand over her chest and stomach, moving it in circles on my way to her mound. But instead of covering it, my hand got around it and continued to her thighs that were now wide open.

  “Merritt!” she complained. “Touch me.”

  “Not so fast.”

  I ran my hand up and down her thighs, always coming too close to her pussy but never actually touching it. I smiled when I saw juices overflowing out of her glistening pussy.

  “You need to beg me first.”

  “Please, Merritt, please. Touch me.” She moved her hand to catch mine, but I pushed it away.

  “I already told you not to touch me, but you aren’t listening. If you disobey me one more time, I won’t touch you at all.” A shudder rocked her body, her breaths coming out even more quickly. She liked this. She liked being under my control.

  I wrapped my mouth over her nipple and tugged at it once, twice. I saw her fist her hands in order not to touch me, and the sight brought a smile to my face. I did the same thing to her other nipple, torturing her slowly.

  “How does this feel?”

  “So good… But please, do something…”

  “Like what? You have to tell me precisely what you want, Cami.”

  “I want your fingers on my pussy. I want you to rub me.”

  “Only fingers? How about this?”

  I turned on the vibrator and put it directly on her clit.

  “Merritt!” She screamed, jerking up from the chair, but I pushed her back down.

  “Don’t move if you want me to continue this.”

  I moved the vibrator over her clit and vulva, bringing my mouth back to her left nipple.

  “Jesus. That feels amazing.” She started writhing, and I removed the vibrator from her pussy. “What? Why did you do that?”

  “I told you not to move, but you disobeyed me.”

  “I’m sorry. Please. Bring it back. I won’t move anymore. I promise.”

  “Too late for that, sweetheart.”

  I stepped away from her and went to my closet again. I grabbed two ties and used them to tie her hands to the chair.

  “You better stay still now if you want to come.”

  “Yes. I’m sorry. Please…”

  I watched her chest rise and fall rapidly, her nipples hard as pebbles. I turned on the vibrator again, which was wet from her pussy, and slid it over her nipples.

  “Ah…” She bit into her lip, her whole body getting tenser.

  “All tied up and wet. You’re so hot.”

  Slowly, so slowly, I moved the vibrator over her stomach and to her clit. I moved it in circles, around, left and right, up and down, until only seconds separated her from her orgasm.

  However, I turned off the vibrator before she reached it.

  “No! Merritt, no… I need to come. Please.”

  “Patience, Camilla.”

  I pulled a new toy out of the bag—this time a thick dildo. It wasn’t as big as my dick, that was for sure, but it would do the job.

  Without a word, I plunged the toy into her soaking pussy.

  “Merritt!”

  I wound my arm around her and raised her bottom a few inches higher for the better penetration. I moved the dildo fast, hitting all the right spots judging from the way her face twisted in pleasure and the sounds she made after each thrust. Once more, I could feel her pleasure building, this time much faster, and I grabbed the vibrator.

  Stimulating her clit with the vibrator and fucking her with the dildo at the same time did the trick, sending her over the edge in seconds.

  “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Her juices squirted out of her, covering my hand and the carpet, which made my cock painfully hard. I untied her hands, leaving the blindfold on her, and picked her up.

  I took her to the wall and slammed my dick deep into her.

  “You like me fucking you this hard? You love coming all over my dick?”

  “Yes! Please, don’t stop. Fuck me long and hard.”

  I intended to do exactly that, fucking her into oblivion. Her lips found mine and claimed me, her tongue dancing with mine in the rhythm of our hips hitting against each other. Her nails scraped my shoulders, her teeth grazing my lips as she unleashed all her passion onto me.

  Both of us in delirium, we moved with abandon until we reached the peak of our pleasure, holding onto each other with everything we got.

  I removed her blindfold off her face, still inside of her, and smiled at her. “So, how did was that?”

  She returned my smile. “Oh, you know.”

  “I know?”

  “Yes. You just want me to boost your ego.”

  “What’s wrong with that? There is nothing better than hearing how good I am from the woman I want to be with.”

  I could see her melt at my words, her gaze becoming softer. Already missing the softness and warmth of her pussy, I drew out of her and put her down to her feet.

  “You’re not good. You’re amazing. There, I said. Are you happy now?”

  I chuckled, pulling her into an embrace. “With you I’m always happy.”

  Her arms snaked around my waist, her lips kissing the spot right over my heart. “You stole the words out of my mouth, Senator Dawson. That’s exactly how I feel too.”

  It didn’t take long for us to continue our sex games, spending the whole night making love under the sheets.

  16

  Camilla

  A couple of days later, I was sprawled on my couch and holding my phone in my hand, my smile huge as I texted Merritt back. We hadn’t been able to see each other at all the last three days because of Merritt’s extremely busy schedule. Yesterday, he left on a business trip, and tonight he finally found some time for texting.

  I feel like I’m dating the president of the United States- I texted him.

  Why?- he texted back.

  Because I can hardly see you. Soon, I’d have to schedule an appointment see you.

  Now that’s a good idea. Just give my secretary a call and I’ll put you on my schedule.

  You’re so not funny.

  I find it pretty funny.

  And I thought my dad was a busy man. Before he retired, anyway, now he just makes my mom crazy.

  What did your father do? I don’t remember Carter ever telling me.

  He owned a consulting firm, but he sold it before he retired.

  I assume you had no interest in his business.

  And that’s putting it mildly. My father hoped I would follow his footsteps, but I had a knack for politics, just like Carter, so he gave up on persuading me a long time ago.

  What made you interested in politics in the first place?

  My history teacher talking about the founding fathers.

  That’s interesting.

  Yeah. How about you?

  As you already know, my dad is a politician too.

  Yep. I read that a long time ago in the news.

  So, it was only natural for me to start politics too. He taught me a lot about political systems and laws before I actually started studying them in school.

  That’s so cool. I wish my dad is like that. He doesn’t particularly like politicians. He thinks they are all the same.

  Ouch. Then I guess he wasn’t happy when you told him you wanted to become an aide?

  “He wasn’t happy?! He threw a tantrum that day! He didn’t talk to me for days! I think he thought maybe I wanted to do it because Carter did, but I wanted it for myself, not for him. Anyway I almost gave up on college I wanted, when he came to me and said I had the right to do whatever I wanted with my life. He just advised me to always be honest and work for people, not myself.

  Your father is a smart man.

  Yes. Smart and good. Too good for this world, in my opinion. He always liked you. Not sure how
’d he feel now that you’re with me though.

  Well I guess he’ll find out soon enough.

  Still thinking about how you’re going to tell Carter.

  Yeah. It’s going to end with a drink in my face, or a fist. Either way I’m not looking forward to it.

  You’re a good guy though, and he respects you.

  What makes you say that?

  Because you’re honest and you’re not a politician for money or power. You actually want to help our country.

  Wow. You sound better than my own PR team. Maybe I can hire you to work for me as my publicist.

  I erupted into laughter.

  I don’t think that would be such a good idea.

  Why not? You’re beautiful, smart, charming, capable… Do you want me to continue?

  Aww you’re flattering me. Thanks. But seriously, we’d have a conflict of interest in that case.

  True. And how about your mother? Does she still teach? Lord she hated having me in class.

  I don’t think she hated you.

  Spoiled little rich kid? Yeah she wasn’t a fan. I’m glad to know at least ¾ of your family likes me.

  For now.

  LOL- She wasn’t the only teacher who wasn’t a fan. I could take the heat.

  Impossible! There was actually more than one woman who wasn’t smitten with the gorgeous Merritt Dawson?!

  Who would’ve thought, right? Well, she was one of my ‘anti-fans’.

  One of? So there were more?

  Of course there were more. All of them females. Most of them were those who wanted something serious with me and didn’t understand the meaning of a ‘one-night stand’. So some of them spew lies about me in the media as a part of their petty revenge.

  I’m sorry to hear that. I guess that’s the risk of being popular. There can be people who can harm you like that.

  Yeah. I got used to it, but it was difficult in the beginning… So that is why I wasn’t sure about being with you. I don’t want you to experience the same things I did.

  It’s so sweet of you that you want to protect me, Merritt, but I’m a big girl. I can handle it.

  That’s good to hear, but honestly, you can’t understand how horrible that is until it hits you. I just want you to know that it’s not a walk in the park.