Page 15 of Nanny for the Don

"You feel so fucking good, Willow," I growl, my voice thick with desire. "So tight. I could do this all night."

She moans in response, her confidence growing as she pushes back against me, meeting my rhythm. Her body is perfect—her ass bouncing with every thrust, her back arching beautifully, and her skin flushed with pleasure. Her moans turn into needy whimpers, and I know she’s getting close again.

"I want you to come for me," I command, my voice deep and authoritative.. " Now."

Her breath hitches, and then she’s there, her body tightening around me as she comes, her back arching as waves of pleasure ripple through her. The sight of her losing herself to the orgasm, her body shaking and her moans spilling out uncontrollably, almost pushes me over the edge, but I hold back. I’m not done with her yet.

As she recovers, I flip her over onto her back, positioning myself above her. I don’t waste a second—I thrust back into her, hard and deep, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. My tongue invades her mouth, and she moans into me, her hands gripping my shoulders as I take control again. Every part of her is mine, and I’m going to make sure she knows it.

I slide into her again and again, this time slow and deep, letting her feel every inch of me. Her eyes widen, her lips parting in a soft gasp as I fill her completely.

I lean in close, my voice a low growl in her ear. "You like that? You like how deep I'm going?" I ask, my breath hot against her skin.

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice full of need.

I keep the rhythm slow, deliberate, teasing her with every thrust. "I want to come inside you, Willow. You want that?"

She nods, her eyes dark with desire. "I want to come with you. One more time."

I grip her hips, angling myself just right, bringing her to the edge again. Her moans become desperate, her nails digging into my back as I push her closer and closer to the brink. When I feel her tightening around me, right at that peak, I let go, thrusting deep and hard as she falls over the edge.

The sensation of her coming around me, her body clenching in rhythmic waves, is enough to send me into my own release. I come hard, the pleasure hitting me like a freight train, hot and intense.

Every pulse of her orgasm pulls me deeper, and I feel myself emptying inside her, the connection between us more raw and real than anything I’ve ever experienced.

We finish together, bodies trembling, breath mingling. When it’s over, I scoop her up, holding her close, her body fitting perfectly against mine.She curls up next to me, her head resting on my chest, and I can’t help but notice how strangelyrightit all feels. As if this is exactly where we’re both meant to be.

We lay there in silence for a while, her body warm and soft against mine. I’m torn, my mind running wild. I love the way she feels, the way she looks nestled against me, and the sex... it wasfucking incredible.

I know, even now, that the memory of her underneath me, her eyes full of desire, is something that’ll be burned into my mind forever.

She shifts, rolling onto her side to face me. "What are you thinking?" she asks, her voice soft but curious, pulling me from my thoughts.

I’ve got a lot on my mind, more than I care to admit, but I’m not about to spill everything right now.

"I just can’t believe you’re a virgin," I say, correcting myself quickly. "I mean,werea virgin."

She raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Why’s that?"

I look her over, taking in every detail. "Well, you’re stunning. You must’ve had your pick of interested boys since high school."

She lets out a small, almost self-conscious laugh.She laughs. "It’s complicated. High school wasn’t exactly glamorous for me. I was awkward and gawky—no confidence at all. That’s actually why I got into yoga, to develop a little grace."

I run my hand down her side, appreciating the lithe, toned body that yoga has clearly given her. "You have," I say, my voice firm, leaving no room for doubt..”

She blushes at the compliment, and I find myself loving that blush more and more every time I see it.

“I had some boyfriends here and there, but none of them were really that exciting. Truth be told, I only dated them because it felt like I was supposed to. You know, just going through the motions.” She pauses, her eyes flicking up to meet mine.

“And none of them ever piqued your sexual interest?”

She smirks, not missing a beat. “Well, clearly, I was just waiting for the right one. And I finally found it.” Her confidence is infectious, and I can’t resist leaning in to kiss her, hard and possessive. She melts into it, responding just as fiercely. She pulls back, her eyes sparkling. “I finished my degree last year and didn’t do the whole college experience. Casual sex seemed to be an important part of that.”

Her words give me pause. I’d almost forgotten how young she is. At least twenty years my junior. I feel a cold knot forming in my gut. I sit up, the weight of what we’ve just done pressing down on me. This isn’t right.

She notices the change in my demeanor, and I can see the concern in her eyes.. But I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve crossed a line I can’t uncross.

I stand up, leaving her on the floor as I grab my clothes and step over to the fire, staring into the flames. The heat radiates from it, but it doesn’t do anything to thaw the cold knot tightening in my chest. I can feel her eyes on me, the weight of her silence pressing against my back.

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