Page 20 of Nanny for the Don

Screw it, I think, letting go of whatever resistance I had left. I melt into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer, feeling the heat radiate between us.

It’s dangerous, and it’s wrong, but right now, I don’t care.

All I want is him.

He’s already hard as hell, and I can’t resist—I reach for him, feeling his length straining against the fabric. This time, I’m more confident. I’m not a virgin anymore, and I know exactly what he’s capable of. He knows how to take good care of me.

Feeling bold, I slip his cock out of his shorts and start stroking it bare, loving the way he growls in response. His cock is thick and hot in my hand, pulsing with need as I wrap my fingers around it and give it a slow, deliberate squeeze. I run my thumb over the tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum that’s already forming there, and I can’t help but smile at how responsive he is.

I work my hand up and down his length, loving the way he feels—so solid and ready, each stroke drawing another low, sensual growl from him. Part of me wonders if I could make him explode just like this, with nothing but my hand..

Before I can find out, he pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with intent. “I want to taste you,” he growls, his voice thick with desire..”

Before I can respond, he scoops me up like I weigh nothing at all, carrying me over to one of the benches. He sets me down gently, his strong hands guiding me as if I’m something precious. I’m totally exhilarated, my heart racing as I anticipate what’s coming next.

He kisses me deeply, his lips demanding and hot against mine. “I’ve been fantasizing about peeling you out of these yoga clothes,” he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

He peels off my top, and my breasts spill out, free from the confines of my sports bra. He doesn’t hesitate, his mouth immediately finding my nipples, kissing and sucking them until I’m practically squirming beneath him. The heat from his mouth travels down my body as he kisses my stomach, slowly pulling down my leggings to reveal the black thong I’d almost forgotten I was wearing.

Every nerve in my body is on fire, and I feel like I’m going to explode.

He kisses my thighs, his lips brushing over my skin like he’s worshiping every inch of me. Each kiss sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making me tremble with anticipation. When he finally pulls down my thong, I’m already soaked, desperate for him to touch me where I need it most.

His mouth is on me instantly, devouring me with a hunger that makes my head spin. His tongue moves in perfect rhythm, licking and swirling over my clit with just the right amount of pressure. And then his fingers join in, sliding into me, curling just right to hit the spot inside that drives me wild.

The combination is insane. His tongue flicks and teases my clit while his fingers pump in and out of my impossibly slick pussy, each thrust perfectly timed to push me closer to the edge. He’s relentless, the pleasure building and building until it’s almost too much to bear. I’m writhing on the bench, gripping the edges like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded.

He pauses just long enough to look up at me, his eyes dark with desire.“You taste fucking amazing,” he growls, his voice full of raw, animalistic hunger.

Through the haze of pleasure, it hits me just how good he makes me feel about my body, about every inch of me.

He doubles down, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony, and I can’t hold back. The orgasm crashes over me, hard and fast, making me cry out as my pussy clenches around his fingers. I come so hard, it leaves me breathless, my mind a blur of pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

He stands up, licking my juices off his lips, that cocky grin on his face as he looks down at me.

I rise to my feet, feeling a rush of confidence. I pull off his sleeveless shirt, my hands roaming over his gorgeous upper body—those chiseled pecs, rock-hard abs, and the way his muscles tense under my touch. I can’t resist him, can’t resist leaning in to kiss his chest, trailing my lips down to his abs.

Is this how he feels about me? Like an animal, unable to get enough?

He takes off the rest of his clothes, standing there completely naked, and grins at me. I narrow my eyes playfully. “Why are you grinning like that?”

Without a word he guides me to the weight bench, that mischievous grin never leaving his face. I lie back, my heart racing in anticipation, spreading my legs as he positions himself between them. The cool leather of the bench presses against my skin, grounding me as I prepare for what’s coming next.

He stands there for a moment, looking down at me like I’m a feast laid out just for him. His cock, hard and ready, is the perfect contrast to the dark intensity in his eyes. He leans in, his hands sliding down my thighs before gripping my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the bench.

“You ready for this?” he growls, his voice thick with desire.

“More than ready,” I whisper, my hands gripping the sides of the bench for leverage.

He thrusts into me, deep and powerful. The angle is perfect, the bench giving him all the support he needs to drive into me with relentless force. I can feel every inch of him filling mecompletely, and it’s everything I didn’t know I needed.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his hands guiding my movements, pushing me to meet every thrust. “You like this, don’t you? Being taken right here, like this?”

“Yes,” I gasp, the pleasure overwhelming as he pounds into me, each thrust hitting just right. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping until you come for me.”

He keeps going, his pace unrelenting, driving me closer and closer to the edge. The bench creaks beneath us, but I’m too lost in the sensation to care. It doesn’t take long before the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, and I’m crying out his name as I come hard, my body trembling with the force of it.

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