Page 11 of The Billionaire and the Nanny: Part 2

“Yes….” She’s breathless, squeezing her muscles against my thighs, and preparing for the blowing of the mind about to come her way. I’m only a moment behind. In a second, I’ll get to hear what she sounds like when she comes. There’s no greater sound in all this world—to hear this innocent woman letting go, giving her utmost love to me—whether I deserve it ornot.

And I definitely don’t.

Which is all the more reason I nearly break down when she explodes in waves of electric energy radiating all throughout her body. Her nipples stiffen, and a pink flush spreads over her chest, as she cries out and mewls against the comforter. I fuck her right through it—relentlessly—as promised.

“That’s right. Sassy Miss Rainville, getting fucked by her boss,” I say, attuning my gaze to her breasts again, her pussy spread apart by my cock, and I can’t hold it in any longer.

I come hard andlong.

For a moment, there’s no condom, there’s just me spilling my seed deep into her, filling her body, filling her soul. I don’t know why I think of it that way—it’s just sex. Sex like any other I’ve had before, except it isn’t. She looks ethereal, angelic in the soft light of her room. Completely different from any other woman I’ve been with. Butwhy?

When I collapse onto her and curl onto my side, her body melds perfectly into mine. Delicate arms curl around my shoulders, and our breaths combine into one, hearts slowing down. Holyshit.

“Thank you,” she says into my shoulder with a longsigh.

Something about the way she says it…have I relieved a long dry spell? Or… The dreamy state I was in just now clears away, giving rise to a red flag. I hold my breath. Wait… “What do youmean?”

“I mean thank you,” she says. “That was my first timeever.”

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