Page 13 of Nanny for the Don

He smirks, his fingers still working their magic on me. “Every fucking word out of your mouth is turning me on,” he says, his voice thick with lust.

His touch is relentless, his fingers moving in a way that makes my toes curl. I love how he’s taking control, guiding me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. The pressure inside me builds, and I’m so close, right on the brink of an orgasm that’s going to shatter me.

He holds me there, teasing, pulling back just enough to drive me crazy. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body trembling as I try to hold on.

“What do you want, Willow?” he asks, his voice low and demanding.

“I want to come,” I pant, my voice barely a whisper.

He grins, clearly enjoying the way I’m practically begging for it. “Say please.”

“Please,” I moan, the word spilling out before I can think.. “ Please, Mr. Conti, I need to come.”

His fingers push inside me, his thumb pressing down on my clit, and I’m done. The orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave, so intense it feels like I’m floating out of my own body. My entire world narrows down to the pleasure pulsing through me—wave after wave of heat and ecstasy, making my vision blur and my breath catch..

My legs tremble uncontrollably, and it’s like every nerve in my body is on fire. I’m gripping onto him like he’s the only thing keeping me from floating away. I’m lost in it, completely undone, and for a second, I don’t even know where I am.

As the orgasm starts to fade, my body finally begins to settle, but instead of feeling satisfied, I’m surprised by how much more I want him. The release intensified everything—I’m even more desperate for him now.

Standing there, still trembling, I know this is it. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, whether I knew it or not—the moment I lose my virginity, and to him.

“What do you want, Willow?” he asks again, his voice low and full of promise.

The words spill out of me, no hesitation. “I want you inside me.”

His grin is wicked, knowing. He pulls down my shorts in one smooth motion, stripping me bare. His lips follow, kissing every inch of me—my breasts, my stomach, down to my pussy. He’snot just touching me; he’s worshiping me, and it’s driving me wild.

Then he scoops me up effortlessly, like I weigh nothing, and carries me to the table—the very one I’d fantasized about. He lays me down, the cool wood sending a shiver up my spine.

When he pulls off his shirt, revealing those hard muscles, I can barely breathe.

God, he looks so fucking good.

My eyes drift down to his cock, and holy shit—it’s thick, long, and glistening at the tip. Just the sight of it makes me squirm with pleasure, heat pooling between my legs all over again. But a tiny part of me hesitates, wondering if it’s too big, too much for my first time.

For a split second, I consider telling him. Should I let him know that I’m a virgin? Maybe he needs to, maybe he’d take things slower. But what if he stops? What if this perfect moment slips away? I can’t let that happen—I don’t want him to stop.

Before I can overthink it, he leans over me, his body hovering above mine, and I feel the head of his cock graze my lips. My breath hitches, and the anticipation nearly drives me crazy.

“Protection,” he says.

Shit. Right.

“I could go grab something…” he offers.

“I’m on the pill,” I reply. It’s not a lie. I’ve been on birth control since I was fifteen for acne. A little ironic for a twenty-three-year-old virgin, but there it is.

He grins, pleased there will be no interruption to our fun.“You ready?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He positions himself at my entrance, and as he starts to push in gently, the sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. There’s a stretch, a pressure that’s both strange and incredibly intense, and my body instinctively tightens around him.

It’s a mix of discomfort and pleasure, the fullness overwhelming as he slowly fills me inch by inch. The initial pain fades into something deeper, more raw, as my body adjusts to him, and I feel myself opening up to him in a way I’ve never thought possible.

He starts to move inside me, slow and steady, and I’m completely transfixed by everything about him. The way his muscles tense and flex with every thrust, the sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, and that intoxicating mix of his scent—musky, masculine, with just a hint of the whiskey he drank earlier.

His eyes are dark and intense, locked onto mine, and it feels like he’s completely focused on me, like I’m the only thing that matters right now.

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