Page 123 of The Nanny Goal

I stare down at her, my pulse pounding, pleasure licking up my shaft and deep into my core as I finally, finally get to be inside her—only to realize that I’m probably the first one to say that.

All this time, Emery was a virgin?

I breathe her name, my voice breaking.

She shakes her head and winds her arms around my neck.

“It’s okay,” she promises, lying to me, because I can see on her face that it’s not.

How can this feel so fucking good for me, so perfect and hot and incredible, when I’ve just stolen something precious from her.

“You haven’t done this before.”

“Only wanted it with you.” Her eyelids flutter shut, and she takes a deep breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I grind out, planting my hand against the mattress as I wrestle my baser instincts for control.

She blinks her eyes open again and wraps both legs tighter around my hips, not letting me retreat. “Because I wanted this. I wanted all of you.”

“Let me make it feel better.” I kiss her mouth, sinking more of my weight down onto her. Promising her I’m not really going anywhere, not for long.

She trembles around me, but as we slowly make out, she softens and calms.

“I want to make you come first,” I finally whisper against her lips. “I should do that every time, moya polovinka. But especially this time. And once you come, I will be back inside you, I promise.”

She unwinds her limbs, trusting me. I rear up, taking a deep breath as I look down at her in my jersey.

“You look perfect.” I squeeze her in my hands. “Let me see the number on your back.”

She smiles as I roll her over, until I can’t see her smile anymore because she’s face down and I’ve pulled her hips in the air.

“My number always looks better on you,” I groan, spreading my fingers wide on her hips, her ass. Holding on tight. Fuck yes, my number on her back looks incredible. Like I’ve claimed her inside and out. The soft curve of her bare ass and the slick secrets peeking out between her legs look even better.

I remember how responsive she was in the shower when the lights were off.

There’s something freeing about getting to hide her face in the mattress as she humps back and against my face, and I want that for her—and selfishly, for me. I want everything she gives me, nothing held back.

I drop to my belly and eat her out from behind. She tastes so fucking good, and feels so warm, as her sweet pussy softens against my tongue. It doesn’t take long until we’re both making desperate whining sounds.

My cock throbs to get back inside her, and I have to take myself in hand. As I lick and suck at her, I squeeze myself hard, needing to be patient. Fuck.Fuck.

Then her hips start shaking. That’s all I need to keep going, to get even more of her all over my face, because once she comes, then I’m allowed to sink back into her tight, virgin pussy.

I shouldn’t like that as much as I do. Shouldn’t take a sharp, savage pride in being the only person she trusts this much. I sure as fuck haven’t earned that loyalty from her, and I’m not sure she’d even call it that.

If she could have given her virginity to anyone else, she probably would have, and I want to repair what is broken between us so she never considers this a mistake.

We are not a mistake.

We are forever.

We are perfection.

With a cry, her whole body flexes, and then she’s pulsing against my tongue, and I push into her, tasting her tightness as she rides out her wild release.

I let go of my cock and stroke her thighs, swallowing her arousal until she goes limp. Until she’s softer than she’s ever been for me before.

Now, finally, I can roll her over again.

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