Page 19 of Ruthless Boss

This is all wrong. I shouldn't fuck the nanny. But right now, I'm literally in too deep.

"Where are they?" I ask, needing to regroup for a moment.

"First drawer," she says, cocking her head in the direction of the nightstand.

I remove my cock from her all the way, and she moans in protest. Rolling over to the edge of the bed, I open the drawer and grab the three items—the butt plug, the vibrator, and the small tube of lube.

I place them near me in the bed, then sit on the mattress and pull her to me, positioning her on top, straddling me. I thrust my cock into her, and we both hiss at the same time.

"You have the tightest pussy, I swear," I say, kissing her cheek. "Delicious. And so wet for me."

I look at her, and our gazes meet. I detect the anticipation, anxiety, and longing in her pretty brown eyes. She wants this—she wants me, but she must have lived through some bullshit because she also needs a break from her own mind. She needs a distraction. And I'm here to give it to her. "Lucia, keep looking at me. I'm the one who's fucking you."

"Yes. You. You."

I slam into her, slide nearly all the way out, and repeat it. And again. Each time, the shade of pink on her cheeks deepens to a rich red, and her breathing becomes more labored. I know she's close. "What's my name?"

"Dante."

I lower my hand and sneak my fingers around her ass, slipping them between her cheeks.

"Yes. Dante," she repeats louder.

I finger her asshole while she bounces on my lap. With each thrust, I reach a deeper part of her. Quickly, I match the pace of my digit in her ass with my cock in her pussy. I know I'm adding more pressure, and she yelps but doesn't ask me to stop, doesn't shy away. Good. That's how I want her—being fucked into oblivion.

"So good, Dante. Yes. Yes," she says.

A split second later, she clamps around my dick, contracts her core, and lets herself go.

I growl as I watch her come undone, her pearly cream lathering my cock as she quivers, breathing out of control. She closes her eyes, the contours of her face hardening as a groan escapes from her lips like she's been holding it for too long. She opens her eyes, her expression softer, her pupils big like she's on a high. I should let her recover, but that's not what we need.

I coax her off my lap and onto all fours. Still trembling, she props her elbows on the mattress and lifts her ass in the air. Without missing a beat, I grab the bottle of lube and squirt some on my fingers.

"Such a hot ass." I knead her cheeks, massaging them to help her relax. Grabbing the butt plug, I insert it. She's played with it, but that doesn't mean she's ready for me. As much as I want to be inside her, she needs preparation.

She curls her ass, and I manipulate the plug a bit, moving it around, stretching her. She clutches the linen, moaning. "Dante. Wow."

After a few minutes, I remove it and venture in. Slowly, the thick of my head enters her hole, and the tightness soon wraps every inch of my cock. I close my eyes, so fucking turned on. I'm having a tough time keeping control, waiting, delaying. My body has never been in so much need as it is now.

She tenses her shoulders, and I put my hands on her ass and massage her skin, then lift my attention to her back and her shoulders, wanting to give her some relief from the pressure in her asshole. Hell, I need some relief. Soon, or I'll pass out. My balls are pounding, and my heart plans to escape out of my chest.

"You're perfect. So fucking beautiful."

"Don't you say that to every girl?" she says, her voice rough as she arches her back.

"You're not every girl," I say, and when I hear those words, I ask myself why I said them. It's only because she's my nanny and forbidden—or should be. But deep down, there's something else. A quality in her I recognize in myself that unites us and bonds us more powerfully than sex. I don't know what it's called, and the quickening of my heart warns me I shouldn't think about it this second. Or ever.

I move my cock, retreating a bit to return slowly to allow her to adjust to me. Feels too good—so airtight, so warm, so fucking right.

I reach for the vibrator at my side and hold her waist, coaxing her upright. She melts onto me, her back to my front. I kiss her neck, sucking her skin, leaving a mark. She mewls lazily, her sound long and sexy.

Groaning, I slide the vibrator into her wet pussy.

"Dante," she says, urgency in her voice as she arches her back against my chest.

"You're not every girl," I repeat. Once again, I have no idea why I'm compelled to say it like it's a groundbreaking scientific discovery. But I have to say it… not for her, but for me. Because fuck, deep down, I know Lucia isn't like any other woman I’ve met. As if that wasn't scary enough, here I am, fucking her, ensuring myself a one-way ticket to logistical hell. But hell is doable if heaven comes first.

She moans louder, and I realize I've been slamming into both holes deeper. She covers my hand with hers on the vibrator, showing me the rhythm she prefers. I do it, each time thrusting the vibrator in and then out midway.

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