Page 34 of Nanny for the Don

“Careful,Will,” I warn, my voice low and controlled. “You might get more than you bargained for.”

Her eyes flash with excitement. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

Her fingers wrap around my cock, firm yet teasing, stroking me slowly as she looks up at me with those mischievous eyes. She leans in closer, her breath warm against my skin. "There's something I want to try," she says, her voice low and full of promise.

"What's that?" I ask, feeling the pleasure start to build.

"Sit on the edge of the tub," she commands, and something in her tone makes me want to obey without question. I shift, positioning myself on the cool edge, curiosity and arousal battling for control. The water drips off my skin, but all I canfocus on is Willow as she moves between my legs.

She starts with my stomach, her lips brushing over my skin in a way that makes my muscles tighten. Each kiss is slow, deliberate, as she works her way down, taking her time to drive me wild. Her mouth moves lower, over my hips, across my thighs, until she’s right where she wants to be.

When her lips touch my balls, I suck in a breath. Her tongue flicks out, testing, teasing, and I can feel the heat building inside me. She’s got me right where she wants me, and she knows it.

Then she kisses along my shaft, slow and maddening, before taking me into her mouth. The feel of her lips sliding down over me, her tongue swirling around the tip—it’s enough to make me lose all control.

She doesn’t rush. She takes me in deeper, inch by inch, her mouth working me with a mix of softness and intensity that’s almost too much to handle. I harden even more, completely at her mercy, and I fucking love it.

I watch Willow, completely transfixed. The sight of her so focused, so damn skilled, makes my blood sing. She’s never done this before, not with anyone else, and that knowledge alone drives me crazy. I can feel the tension building, the orgasm starting to stir deep in the base of my cock.

Part of me wants to let go, to lose myself in the pleasure and watch her swallow every drop.

But I’m not ready to give in just yet.

Gritting my teeth, I gently guide her off me, even though every nerve in my body is screaming to let her finish. She looks up at me, a question in her eyes. "Was it good?" she asks, her voice amix of uncertainty and mischief.

I can’t help the smirk tugging at my lips. "Very good," I tell her, my voice rough with the effort it took to hold back. "But now it’s my turn."

Chapter 17

Willow

His hands are all over me, sliding over my wet, soapy skin, teasing every inch of me.

He’s got a wicked grin on his face, the one that makes my heart race and my body melt. His fingers find my nipples, pinching just enough to make me gasp, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “I want to take you, make you mine right here.”

He pulls me to my feet and bends me over the side of the tub, and I brace myself, breath hitching in anticipation.

Then I feel his tongue, warm and slick, finding its way to my slit. The first touch makes my legs tremble, my body arching toward him instinctively. He’s teasing me, taking his time, and it’s driving me wild. Every flick of his tongue, every soft caress, pushes me closer to the edge, making me forget everything except the feel of him, the way he’s making me lose control as my juices drip down my thighs.

He’s spread me open, and damn, his tongue is working wonders. I’m a moaning mess, so turned on I can barely think straight. Every swipe over my clit has me spiraling closer to the edge, and it’s like he knows exactly how to play me, bringing me right to the brink before pulling back just enough to keep me craving more. It’s maddening, this slow burn he’s building.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, my whole body tingling, desperate for release. And just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he pushes me over the edge. The orgasm hits me like a wave, hard and fast, and I’m seeing stars. My mind goes blank, lost in the pure, dizzying pleasure he’s wringing out of me.

Even as I’m coming down, he keeps talking, his voice low and dirty, like he’s casting some kind of spell that leaves me totally bewitched.

I’m barely catching my breath when he moves, standing and positioning himself behind me. I can feel him pressing against me, hard and ready, and before I can even think, he’s inside me, filling me up in one smooth glide.

“God, you feel so good,” I gasp, my body trembling as he starts to move. He’s thick and perfect, stretching me in just the right way, hitting every spot and making me want to scream.

It’s like he’s made to fit me, and every thrust is sending waves of pleasure through me, making me crave more and more.

He’s fucking me slow and deep, each thrust making me lose my damn mind. He’s got one hand in my hair, pulling just enough to send shivers down my spine, while the other hand smacks my ass, a sharp sting that somehow makes everything even hotter. I can’t help but moan, biting my lip as the mix of pleasure and sting pushes me higher.

With a firm grip on my hair, he leans in close, his breath hot against my ear.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. “You love being fucked like this, don’t you, Willow? So wet, so tight, taking me so damn good. You were made for this; your tight little pussy was made for my cock.”

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