The Forbidden Babysitter: Ch. 04

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***Chapter 04***

Quickie

Olivia was running. Her heart was pounding in her chest--she rarely felt this out of control.Thirty-four minutes until Alisa gets home.The thought fueled her as she rushed down the suburban street at Olympic speed. She wasn't going to waste one fucking second.

Rounding the last obstacle, her destination appeared: Michael's house at the end of the cul-de-sac.Twenty seconds to target.

Bounding the steps in half the usual time, she hit the front door. The key Alisa had given her--emergency use only--was already in her hand. As she entered the house, she caught his scent, her pulse surging more than during the sprint here.

Quietly setting her bag by the front door, she listened: aclinkof dishes--kitchen. She moved with stealthy grace, clearing the distance without making a sound.

Pausing a moment to compose herself, she smoothed down the dress. She always had to look her best when Michael was near.

The Tiffany blue dress was made of light, stretchy fabric that hugged every curve of her torso tightly--her heavy breasts, narrow waist, and round ass--while the loose skirt flowed with a high slit up one thigh. It had a V-neck that showed off plenty of cleavage. A single knot at her hip held it closed. One pull on that knot and the front would open completely, letting the dress fall apart and reveal her bare body underneath. Simple, and more importantly, easy access. She wore only white cotton panties underneath, along with the same cotton shoes she'd had on the first time she fucked Michael.

Pushing through the doorway she stopped. Michael stood at the kitchen island in a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, barefoot, cup of coffee halfway to his mouth. He paused seeing her. A look of confusion passed across his face. He glanced at his watch, checking the time. He gave her a look that saiddo we really have time for this?

She pulled the single knot at her hip. The stretchy fabric gave way instantly, the two sides almost sliding open, revealing a hint of lush curves and smooth bare skin.

Pulling the dress fully open, she nodded in the affirmative. She'd crunched the numbers. It wouldn't be their usual encounter, but she would take any time she could get with him.

Not waiting for Michael to say anything, she rushed across the room and into his arms, hers wrapping tightly around his neck. When their lips met, Michael took full charge. His hand threaded through the hair at the back of her head as his tongue claimed her mouth like he owned it.Fuck, I love when he gets possessive like this.Every day she craved his lips and his touch more. In that moment she felt completely alive--desperately wanted.

Their embrace became frantic as she urged him on. Time was wasting, and she wanted him now. Pushing him back far enough to kneel before him, she looked up at him with a wicked smile. She quickly worked his jeans open and pulled his rapidly hardening cock out.

Hastily, she took him in her hungry mouth, tasting his precum that had already started to leak from the tip. Using every skill in her arsenal, she worked his dick until Michael's groaning confirmed her skills. While she would love to finish him right here and now, it was not in the cards today. Sensing that he had reached his full potential, she reluctantly stopped--she needed to keep moving forward.

Still kneeling, she looked up at him with a sultry grin and motioned toward the island. He read her mind instantly and smiled back. Sliding his hands up under her arms, he easily lifted her, setting her upon the counter.God, I love how strong he is.She shivered as his hands glided down to her knees and grazed his fingers up her inner thighs slowly. Reaching her panties he hooked the white cotton and pulled them down, tossing the obstacle aside.

Leaning back with her elbows on the counter, she gave him full access to her wet pussy. Michael's mouth traced a path up her inner thighs before going to work. The feel of his facial hair gently scratching her skin caused tingles in all the right places. The moment his mouth made contact with her sex she let out a soft moan of encouragement. His warm tongue sent shivers through her body as he traced all her intimate curves.

Realizing the time, she hurried him along. Grabbing his head with both hands, she pulled his face tight against her waiting pussy. Her eyes rolled back as he worked her clit with tight circles and rapid flicks, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her.

As much as she was enjoying his tongue, time waited for no woman. When she'd had her fill, she gently pried him from between her thighs. Pulling him up, she kissed him hard, the taste of her own juices mixing on their tongues. Reaching between them, she grabbed his cock and guided it to her dripping entrance.

She felt him start to enter her, their eyes meeting as she gave him the slightest of nods to proceed. The feel of him pushing all the way inside was pure bliss. Like being empty and hungry and suddenly you're completely fulfilled, she gasped at the sensation. Her moans and sighs of pleasure spurred him on. She could feel him pounding her with increasing power. The island creaking beneath them was loud, drowned out only by the sound of him slamming into her like a steam engine.

Pulling herself up by his neck, she held on as he stood, lifting her completely off the counter. Hands firmly supporting her by her ass, she felt like a puppet. Holding her in his hands allowed him to use her weight and gravity to fuck her harder. She felt the difference as he dropped her down while thrusting up into her. She was quickly reaching her climax, this new position paired with the time limit causing a nervous excitement. Maybe it was the thrill of getting caught, the feeling that time was not in her control, but she suddenly exploded, her whole body seizing as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. With a loud wordless moan she spasmed, clenching down on his dick.

Setting her on her feet, he allowed her to catch her breath while he took up position behind her. Bending over the counter, she instinctively arched her back. She felt his hands run over her ass, squeezing her cheeks before rubbing up her lower back. His skin felt delicious rubbing hers.

She raised up onto the balls of her feet and spread her legs, inviting him to finish what they started. Not wasting another second he pushed into her from behind. That full sensation came back again as she moaned in contentment. She felt his hands on her hips as he pulled her back into him forcefully. She pushed back as he pulled to increase the feeling and help him finish.

An alarm went off on her watch--estimated two minutes to Alisa's arrival home. They had to hurry.

They had not shared a word since they began. She broke that silence with a desperate "Please!" She instantly felt him increase his speed and the force of each thrust.

Her body responded instantly, tightening around him as the urgency spiked. The sound of their desperate, urgent fucking filled the kitchen--wet slaps, heavy breathing, and the creak of the counter--pushing them both right to the edge.

A squeal of brakes from outside--Alisa had arrived early. Olivia didn't panic. She lived for this thrill. Feeling him slow down, she took over. Looking over her shoulder, their eyes met as she urged him on to the finish, pushing back into him hard. Their fucking reached a fevered peak. Michael groaned deep in his chest as his climax became inevitable. She could feel him swell inside her,Cum in me!Then he pulsed hard--shot after hot, thick shot of cum flooding her. She savored every throb as her pussy squeezed and milked him relentlessly. His final aftershocks rolled through his body just as the key hit the front door.

Disentangling themselves from one another, she quickly checked her hair and gave Michael a once-over. They frantically straightened their clothes, hearts still racing.

Michael picked up his still-hot cup of coffee just as Alisa walked through the door. "Oh, Hey Olivia, I didn't think you would be here, didn't you need a ride?" She didn't miss a beat. "Michael rode me over here." Smiling sweetly as he choked and spit his coffee, spilling some on the counter. Alisa was disgusted. "Really Michael, making messes in the kitchen. Who's going to clean this up?"

She suddenly noticed her panties still sitting on the island. Thinking quickly she grabbed them and wiped the coffee up. Taking the opportunity Olivia dabbed at the drops hanging from Michael's face as well, holding the fabric soaked in her scent right under his nose for a delicious second.

She smiled as he realized what was happening. Yes, she had almost broken one of the rules, but it had been fucking worth it.

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