I screamed with pleasure.
His tongue pushed into my pussy hungrily, eating me like a starving man.
"Yes Luke!" I moaned, twisting my body.
He licked and sucked until I was begging for more. I was on the edge of orgasm but I wanted more. I needed his cock.
"Fuck me Luke," I said.
He heard the desperation in my voice and rose from his position. He moved up and angled his pulsing cock at the entrance of my pussy. I raised my hips to meet it. He grabbed the base and pushed his cock in. The ache in my pussy grew.
Despite Luke's cock being fully in, I felt empty and I writhed with agony. Why wasn’t the ache in my pussy easing? Tears of frustration filled my eyes as I raised my hips in a desperate attempt to take in more of him.
My eyes popped open then and I found myself alone in my bed with my body raised in the air. Disappointment crushed through me. My body ached and I was aroused beyond belief.
I squeezed my legs together, trying to ease the desperate ache between my legs. Nothing helped. I needed Luke's cock. Now. I got up from bed, grabbed a robe and slipped into it, then tiptoed out of my room.
I peered into Molly’s room. She was sound asleep. I made for the stairs and stepped softly, not wanting to wake Penelope up. Then I saw her just as I reached the landing.
She was stark naked and leaving Luke's room.
My blood became ice. The heat in my pussy evaporated. I pulled my robe tighter around me.
Penelope looked up and saw me. She didn’t even bother to cover herself. She wore the look of a woman who had been fucked all night. Her hair was messy. Her lips curved into a victorious smile.
Humiliation washed over me. Dizziness swept me, as I turned and staggered back to my room. Tears blinded me but I made it safely back to my room.
I sat on the bed breathing hard and shaking. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. How could Luke do this to me? The pain I felt was incredible. Like a cold, steely hand had reached into my body and was squeezing my heart. I slipped into bed and curled myself into a ball. I’d been such a fool. I had believed him when he said he wasn’t interested in Penelope. I had trusted him.
But he owed me nothing!
I was just the nanny. His side dish, conveniently living in his house. Penelope on the other hand was the mother of his daughter. I hated myself. Why did I always fall for the wrong type of guys? Why was I drawn to people who only hurt me?
I lost track of time. I kept seeing Penelope naked and skipping out of his room. Did Luke laugh at me after he finished having sex with Penelope? Did he think I was a fool to believe his interest in me could be more than just for my body? Penelope even knew that Luke and I slept together. So this had been a big coup for her.
He had just been using me while he courted her back into his life. I had so many questions and no answers. I cried until there were no more tears left. I’d never felt like this before ever in my life.
I felt like my new life had just been snatched away from me. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. I must have drifted off to sleep because when I woke up, it was to someone knocking on my door.
"Ella," a soft voice called.
I smiled at the sound of Molly's sweet voice. Then the events of the previous night came to me and fresh tears came to my eyes. "I'll be along shortly, Molly," I said as I forced myself out of bed and into the bathroom.
After cleaning myself up, I dressed and left my room. To my surprise, I found Molly still waiting outside my door. I’d expected her to go to Penelope’s room. But in the last couple of days, she had stopped following her mother around.
Probably because Penelope always said no to everything. She didn’t want to play with Bean because he would make her dirty or ruin her clothes. She hated playing on the floor because her knees would hurt. No wonder Molly had stopped trying to get her mother to do things with her.
Penelope expected Molly to be a little grown up. Someone to go to lunch and shopping with. I’d wanted to shake her until she realized Molly was a little girl, not a grown woman. To scream into her ear that Molly’s interests were playing, reading, hearing stories and taking care of Bean.
Molly smiled at me and took my hand.
That simple gesture brought more tears to my eyes. She loved me and I loved her. Whatever else happened, I had to think of Molly. She was the reason I was here. I had to keep this in mind and not give in to my instincts of quitting. I would only leave when I was sure Molly did not need me anymore.
We said good morning to Paul in the kitchen and went to the dining room to wait for our breakfast.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked Molly.
She nodded.
I made a face. "I didn't."
"Why is that?" a voice asked from behind me.
My heart skipped a beat. I searched Luke's face. He was smiling as he came towards us. He showed no signs of being the cheater I knew he was. He looked fresh too. And why not? After spending half the night making love to his gorgeous ex-wife.
Anger coursed through me and I bit my lip to stop myself from saying anything.
"Good morning, Ladies?" he said, kissing Molly on the cheek.
I kept my gaze downcast. If I kept looking at him, I'd shout or worse, burst into tears.
"Ella?" he said softly, already
