Page 122 of The Nanny Goal

“Slow down, baby. I don’t want to rush. I’ve missed you so much. Let me play with you.”

I give her a second finger. Her breath hitches.

“Okay?”

She nods quickly. “Yes. More, Alexei. Please…” She grabs at my t-shirt. “I want to feel you on top of me.”

I ease my fingers out of her, licking them clean before I help her get me naked.

It’s our first time like this, so I know I should make her come a few times. But nap time doesn’t last forever, and I need to be inside her as much as she clearly craves that connection, too.

As soon as my cock is freed from the confines of my clothes, he arches away from my body, the tip curving straight to the core of her body. Her hand slides between us, circling my shaft, squeezing me as she pulls us together.

As soon as my cock meets the slick wetness between her pussy lips, I’m a fucking goner. I swear under my breath in Russian and in English at how perfect she feels.

I look down between us.

I need to see what I can feel.

Her pussy is dark pink, puffy and split open around my erection. As I stare at where she’s rubbing me against her entrance, pre-come pulses to the tip of my cock, adding to the slick, shiny mess.

“Look at you,” I groan. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“You feel bigger than I thought,” she says, her voice trembling.

“Just move yourself against me.” I cover her hand with mine, both of us working my fat crown against her hole now, trying to fit inside. “Do what feels good. It all feels incredible to me.”

“Oh God,” she breathes, her thighs flexing against my hips. “Oh God…”

The more she rubs, the bigger, thicker, and harder I get, stretching until my foreskin is pulled all the way down and my sensitive head is fully exposed to her lush little cunt.

Her sweet, bright musk rises between us from where she glistens against my cock. Nothing has ever smelled so good, fucking delicious.

I need a taste.

I push her thighs up, propping them on my shoulders as I lick between her lips and suck on her clit, but it doesn’t take long for her to drag me back on top of her. She’s clear about what she wants, what we both need.

She’s a horny, beautiful creature writhing in my jersey, begging to be fucked.

I kiss her mouth, then drag my mouth down to her bare tit, sucking on her tight peaked nipple for a long moment as she fucks herself on just the very tip of me.

And then, just as I brace my arms on either side of her head and shift my knees up to gain more leverage, she figures out the right angle. She hitches one of her legs up around my waist and pulls me inside her.

Shock flares across her face, her eyes widening as she stares up at me. Her lips part in a wordlessohand there’s the tiniest, hitching gasp as her slickness gives way.

The urge to drive into her quivering belly is nearly overwhelming, needing to be inside her, to feel her clenching down around me and but there’s no thrusting all the way into her, Not in one push.

She’s too tight for that.

As my tip works into her an inch, then two, her hands come up between us.

I ease my hips back, then roll forward again, claiming a bit more of her. This time, there’s more give, and her tightness feels more welcoming, squeezing as I pump deep and work her open.

“Alexei, slow down,” she pants. “It’s…um…”

Her fingers curl into my bare chest and I go still.

The profound surprise on her face is unmistakable. I should have clued in sooner.

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