Chapter 138

Beau POV

No sooner does Beau have his date in his room, than his hands go directly to those massive tits that have been taunting him all night. His date purposefully put them on display to drive him wild, and he’s eager to feel. Yet, she playfully bats his hands away.

“Sit,” she says. She grabs Beau’s desk chair, a simple wooden chair he never uses, and brings it to the middle of the room. “Let me strip for you.”

Beau jumps into the chair. Seeing his voluptuous date unwrap herself like a gift for his eager eyes? Hell yes. He moves so quickly that she giggles. Another victory for him, he lives to please.

“Hold on,” she says and brings out her phone. It takes her a suspiciously short amount of time to turn on a cliché striptease song with a heavy beat. But Beau’s an expert player, he’s not about to judge another for being just as promiscuous.

She sets the phone down and slowly begins to take off her clothes. She kicks off her shoes, then unzips her pants. She’s definitely done this before, if she’s saving her breasts for last. The girl knows what the money-makers are.

She pushes her tight pants down her thighs. She’s wearing a lacy red thong underneath. Beau already knew that. It sits high and snug around her hipbones. He’s caught sight of it all night.

She shakes her hips as she steps closer. She has nice hips. Meaty. They’ll make decent handholds later.

Though, they pale in comparison with the Nanny’s curvy hips. With the Nanny, Beau could grip that ass as he drills into her and…

Wait… the Nanny?

Gods, Beau. Focus. You are here with this woman with the massive tits. Not the Nanny.

The woman pulls her top off over her head and tosses it aside. Her bra matches her thong, but her shirt was so revealing, the bra covers just as much – or as little.

A striptease isn’t quite as exciting when he’s been looking at the same view all night. If this was the Nanny, however, and she tosses aside one of those damn t-shirts she liked so much, and revealed the secret treasures she kept hidden away.

Beau’s dick twitches.

What would the Nanny look like in this lacy red bra and panties? Would she strip for him if he asked her to? Would he have the patience to watch? Or would he make it halfway before tossing her on her back on the bed and removing her panties with his tongue?

Then, his current date shimmies over Beau’s thighs and sits down on them. She hums, pleased, when she feels Beau’s erection.

She has no idea it’s not for her.

But it should be. Beau chastises himself.

Forget the fucking Nanny. Stay in the moment.

From this angle, his date’s breasts are directly in his face. It’s a beautiful view, like staring at a majestic mountain range. Slowly, she reaches around her back and unclasps her bra.

The hooks on that bra must have been doing some serious work. The instant they are unclasped, her tits spring forward, spilling out from the cups. Her nipples are already hard. She got off on that striptease more than Beau did.

Her breasts are lovely. Perfectly perky in such a gravity-defying way that they must be fake. Beau already suspected it – not that he’s against it. He can appreciate fine art when he sees it.

All night Beau has waited for this moment, and now that he has it… While these breasts are fucking fantastic, they are maybe too big. He places his hands on them, but they spill over. He’s not totally sure where to put his hands.

The Nanny has perfect tits. They’d fill his hands and maybe spill over a tiny bit, but nothing like this. If this was the Nanny on his lap, he’d dive straight in, kissing what his hands couldn’t reach. If he tried that now, he wouldn’t even know where to start.

He’s up for the challenge. He is. That was his whole intention for tonight.

If he could just stop thinking about the Nanny and concentrate on the task at hand.

Not a quitter, Beau starts to lean forward to take a nipple into his mouth, but she moves backwards before he can. If her tits are the main event, she’s withholding again. Beau can appreciate that technique as a fellow sex-lover.

Unfortunately, what should create anticipation only creates distraction.

The Nanny wouldn’t pull away. In fact, she’d probably card her fingers through Beau’s hair and guide him closer. And the noises she’d make…

Just like when she was under those blankets, getting off to the sound of Beau’s voice.

His dick hardens further. He’ll have to get these pants off soon.

His date seems to have the same idea. She drops to her knees and reaches her hands forward to undo Beau’s pants. She drags them down his thighs and his hard cock springs free.

He chose not to wear underwear tonight. His date doesn’t comment.

The Nanny would have said something. She would have lifted a brow and said, Really?

Beau can practically hear her voice and it makes him grin.

His date takes his cock in her hand. Before he can come out of his fantasy, she wraps her lips around him. He closes his eyes.

It feels good. Really good.

“…Nanny,” he sighs. Then totally stills.

His date pops off his dick. She smiles up at him. “Oh? We roleplaying tonight?” She bats her eyelashes. Her hands are on her own breasts, pushing them together. “Let me please you, Master. I live to serve…” She pouts out her bottom lip.

If she’s pretending to be the Nanny, she’s doing a poor job of it. Maybe Beau’s brothers wanted Chloe to be their obedient submissive – which, granted, would be fucking hot – but Beau wants to drive her so wild with lust and pleasure that she totally loses herself.

If they’re playing a game, Beau wants to drive her to forget it, until she’s a writhing begging mess on his cock.

His stamina is legendary. He wants to count just how many times he can make the Nanny come.

“You like that…” his date says, missing the mark yet again.

Fucking hell, Beau growls at himself. He does not want to fuck the Nanny.

“On the bed,” he says to his date. She immediately complies. She rushes to the bed and lies down face up, glorious tits on full display.

It’s a perfect view. She’s going to be a great fuck.

He’s not going to think of the Nanny at all. About how she’d blush as she’d watch him strip off his clothes. How her hooded gaze would trail a hot pathway down his chest. Would she like his cock? He’s never had any complaints, but her opinion would matter to him.

“Ooooh, Master, your cock is so big,” his date sing-songs. “I don’t know if it will fit.” She’s playing the part of an innocent servant. Beau doesn’t particularly like it.

Chloe wouldn’t –

He cuts that thought off abruptly.

The Nanny is not his date tonight.

He takes himself in hand to help bring himself back up to full mast. “Tell me your name again…”

She doesn’t seem offended that he forgot. “My name can be whatever you want…”

The only name he can think of is Chloe.