Page 51 of Nanny for the Don

Her body responds to me with every move, and I can feel how close she is, how much she’s holding on. “Let go,” I growl, my voice low and rough. “Give yourself to me. I’ve got you.”

I’m driving up into her, deeper and harder with each thrust, and I can see it—her eyes rolling back, her mouth open, gasping for air. She’s lost in it, in me. The heat between us is building, pushing her closer to the edge.

“Come for me.”

She grips me tightly, her body shuddering as she falls over the edge, her orgasm hitting hard. Her juices drip down my cock, soaking me as she clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I hold her tightly, savoring the feeling of her coming undone in my arms, knowing she’s all mine. Every moan, every tremble, it’s all for me.

I lay her on the bed, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath. The sight of her—completely lost in the frenzy of what we just did—fuels something primal in me. She’s still flushed, her body trembling slightly, and I drink it all in like it’s life-saving water.

I climb onto the bed, my body pressing down with intent. I flip her over, her perfect, heart-shaped ass now on full display, her pussy glistening with arousal. It’s all too tempting.

I position myself over her and plunge in, taking her from behind with no hesitation. She lets out a gasp, and I push deeper, Willow lying flat on her stomach beneath me, her ass raised just enough for me to drive down hard and deep, over and over again.

I reach down and give her a firm smack on the ass, watching as the red mark forms on her soft skin. Her moan is all the confirmation I need that she’s loving every second of it. I land another smack, and she pushes back against me, feeding off the roughness.

“How does it feel?” I growl, my voice rough with need.

“It’s... fucking... incredible.”

Her words light a fire inside me, and I thrust harder, driving deeper into her, knowing she’s right there with me.

I’m ready to finish with her.

I flip Willow over, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs wide. The perfect angle. She squirms toward me, her body practically begging for me to be back inside her. Her desperation is intense, and it only fuels me more.

I lean down, my lips brushing her ear as I growl, “I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have, and when you do, you’ll be mine. Only mine. Understand?”

She nods, eyes wide, barely able to contain herself.

I sit up, throw her legs over my shoulders, and drive into her hard. Her back arches, her mouth open in a silent moan, her body shaking as I pound into her. The sight of her underneath me, completely taken by the pleasure, is intoxicating.

Her breasts bounce with every thrust, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She’s a mess of want and need, her hands gripping the sheets like she’s holding on for dear life.

I thrust deeper, faster, feeling her tighten around me. She’s close, and so am I. The pressure builds inside me, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge. I can feel her body quivering beneath me, every muscle tensing as her orgasm approaches. I reach between us and circle my thumb over her swollen clit and feel her instantly clench around my cock.

“Come Willow. Now,” I growl, feeling my own release building, ready to let go.

She comes hard, her entire body tightening around me as she grabs me tight, her moans filling the room. It’s enough to pushme over the edge, and I finish with her, releasing deep inside, my body shuddering with the force of it. I grunt, holding her in place, making sure she takes every last drop.

The moment hangs in the air, heavy and electric, as our breathing slowly begins to steady.

When we’re done, I slide out of her and pull her into my arms, pressing her against my chest. I cover her face with kisses, her skin still hot from the intensity of what we just shared.

“How do you feel?” I ask, my voice low, still a little rough from the release.

She catches her breath, smiling up at me, her face flushed. “Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

I grin, satisfied. “Good. ,” I say, my voice dropping an octave as I brush a strand of hair from her face. “Because this is just the beginning.”

She leans into me, and for a moment, the world feels still. But in the back of my mind, I know we’re only scratching the surface of what’s between us—there’s so much more to come, and I’m finally ready to claim it all.

Chapter 26

Willow

My eyes are locked on the wounds on Nico's shoulder, where I dug my nails into his skin earlier.