Page 124 of The Nanny Goal

This time, when I work myself into her, I do it with the profound awareness that this is new for her. That her startled expression is a precious, fleeting gift.

Somehow, her body takes me like she was made for me.

Nobody else is ever going to have her.

I scoop one arm beneath her, anchoring her to me as I bring my thighs under hers, lifting her hips up. Then I brace one hand on the mattress and stroke the other over her belly and her mound, where her pussy is stretched tight around my shaft—and her clit is standing up, desperately in need of some loving attention.

I’ll make it perfect for her. She deserves her first time, her every time, to be perfect.

As I give her clit slow little circles, Emery stares up at where my cock disappears into her body. “How do you fit? You feel too, um….”

I fucking hope that it feels good for her. “Is it too much?”

“No, it’s too incredible to be real. Why didn’t we do this two years ago? God, Alexei, please start moving.”

That’s all I need to hear.

I roll my hips tentatively at first, making sure she can take it.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

“Yeah?” The look of wonder on her face is everything.

I’m trying desperately to ignore how fucking good it feels to drag my cock against her inner walls, and keep focused on making this good forher, but… “Yeah,” I groan. “You feel so fucking good around me.”

“Go faster,” she whispers.

“Don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m okay.” And deep inside, she squeezes her body around me. I jerk against her, and her eyes go wide. “Oh!”

I laugh desperately. “Yeah, you’ve got some power over me, sunshine.”

She exhales and does it again.

I thrust into the tight internal squeeze.

When there’s no hints of pain in her expression, I push my jersey up so I can see her tits bounce, and I pick up the speed.

She meets me hip roll for hip roll, a little uncoordinated at first, which has its own thrill, but then she starts to trust her own pleasure, andGoddamn, but getting fucked back by Emery is the best thing I’ve ever felt.

This isn’t just sex.

She holds my gaze, eye-fucking me with a raw intensity that makes me want to crawl inside her and never leave.

How many times did I fantasize about being inside her? And for all the times I came so fucking fast to that image, now I feel like I could go all afternoon. Take her to the brink, over and over again.

And maybe I would, except when she starts to come apart, and she realizes that she’s going to have another orgasm, she looks…genuinely surprised. LikeI’vegivenhersomething, instead of the other way around.

“Alexei, I’m going to…”

“I know, I can feel it. You’re close, yes?”

“Mm-hmm.” She sucks in a breath and holds it, her back arching and her thighs straining. She goes still, and then her pussy clamps down and her clit jumps against my fingers.

I tumble forward, wrapping both arms around her now, cradling her in my arms.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Come for me. Be a good girl and come hard, so I can fill you up.”

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