Page 35 of The Wolf's Plus-Size Nanny

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen or heard, and when she finally collapses back onto the bed, spent and sated, I have to take a minute to collect myself. My dick is aching, and the taste of her is still on my lips. I’m a goddamn mess, and when she pulls me towards her, pressing a slow, languid kiss to my mouth, I almost lose it.

Before I can blink, her fingers are on my fly, deftly undoing the buttons like she’s terrified I’ll change my mind again. When her hand closes around my cock, it’s my turn to groan. She strokes me, her movements sure and confident, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside her soon.

“Sonya,” I say, my voice thick with need. “Are you—”

“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m sure,” she states. “I’m sure, Jack. I’m fucking sure.”

“Thank God,” I mutter, and I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her like she’s the air I need to breathe.

Her hand is still on my cock, stroking and teasing, and when she pulls me down, lining me up with her entrance, I push into her, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. She’s tight and warm and wet, and she fits around me like she was made for me. She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulder blades, and I’m lost in the sensation.

I thrust, burying myself in her, and she cries out, her hips meeting mine as I start to move. We fall into a rhythm, our bodies moving together like we’ve done this a thousand times. It’s like every other woman was just a placeholder, a poor imitation of what I really needed. Sonya.

“Oh, fuck, Jack,” she moans, and the sound is enough to drive me crazy.

I speed up, the pressure building inside me, and her legs wrap around my waist, urging me deeper. Her breath comes in sharp gasps, and she meets me thrust for thrust, her eyes dark with desire. She’s a goddess, a force of nature, and I’m powerless to resist her.

We’re both on the edge, teetering on the brink of release, and when she comes again, her whole body shaking and quivering, I shift, changing the angle. She cries out, her body trembling beneath me. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and the pressure is overwhelming. My vision goes white, and I lose myself in her, giving her everything I have.

“Yes,” she hisses, her fingers gripping the sheets as she falls apart beneath me.

My release comes, and it’s like the world falls away. Time stops, and the only thing that matters is Sonya and the way she’s wrapped around me like she’s never going to let go.

When I finally come back to reality, I’m gasping for breath, my body slick with sweat. She’s panting, her cheeks flushed, and I can’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss her.

“Jesus, that was amazing,” she murmurs, her eyes closed, a small smile playing at her lips.

I grin, rolling off of her and flopping down onto the mattress. “Yeah, it was.”

There’s a brief moment of silence, and then she giggles.

“What?” I ask, glancing over at her.

“I can’t believe we finally did that.”

“Me neither.”

“I’m glad we did, though,” she says, turning to look at me.

“So am I.”

Fiona’s soft fussing breaks the hazy quiet of the room, cutting through the tangle of limbs and heavy breaths like a splash of cold water. Sonya’s eyes flicker open, and for a moment, I see the way her gaze softens like she’s soaking in the reality of us, of this. But the sound of Fiona’s whimpering grows louder, and reality sets in. I give Sonya a small smile and press a lingering kiss to her forehead before I slide out of bed.

“I’ll get her,” I whisper, brushing a thumb over her cheek. She nods, her eyes still half-lidded with the remnants of sleep and something else. Something warm and easy that makes my chest feel too tight.

I get dressed and pad into the hallway where Fiona spent the night in her playpen, and when she sees me, her little face lights up. She’s sitting up with her blanket clutched in her tiny fist and her bottom lip sticking out like she’s gearing up for afull-on meltdown. But the moment she sees me, she kicks her legs excitedly, her cries dying down to little hiccups.

“There’s my girl,” I murmur, scooping her up into my arms. Fiona nuzzles against my neck, her fingers grabbing onto my shirt, and I feel that familiar rush of warmth that only she and Sonya seem to bring out of me.

Sonya appears beside us. Her hair is a mess, and her eyes are still a little dreamy, and I realize this is exactly where I want to be. Not just right now, but always.

Sonya reaches out, gently brushing Fiona’s curls away from her forehead. “Morning, sweet pea,” she coos. Fiona gurgles in response, her little hand reaching out to grab a fistful of Sonya’s shirt, tugging her closer.

Sonya laughs, a light, airy sound that fills the room, and suddenly, everything feels so damn easy. Like the three of us were meant to be here, together, in this tiny room with its faded wallpaper and the soft glow of morning light spilling through the curtains. We’re not perfect, and I know we’ve got a hell of a lot to figure out, but right now, it feels like none of that matters.

We spend the rest of the day wrapped up in the simplicity of being together. No work, no distractions, just the three of us lounging around the house like it’s the most natural thing in the world. We play with Fiona, Sonya reading her favorite picture books with that exaggerated tone that has Fiona giggling and kicking her legs. We make a mess in the kitchen trying to cook breakfast, Sonya’s laughter echoing off the walls when I spill flour all over myself like a damn amateur.

It’s easy, falling into this rhythm with Sonya like we’ve been doing it for years instead of just a few hours. And with every shared glance, every soft smile, I feel that pull between usgetting stronger. It’s like there’s an unspoken promise hanging in the air, a promise of more.

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