Page 26 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
Panting.
Completely ruined.
And he isn’t even inside me yet.
Chapter 8
Tamare
“You ready for me, Baby?” he growls, moving to his knees.
I’m still coming down from the high he just gave me and when I open my eyes I find him stroking his thick, long cock with one hand, squeezing his balls with the other, and fuck me, it is so hot.
I nod because the words simply aren’t coming.
But I did. And I will be again. Soon.
He reaches for the condom—smooth, confident, like he’s done this a hundred times, but somehow, I know this is different.
It feels different. It feels like everything.
I push the thought away, not wanting to get caught up in what could be simply an incredible one-night-only physical connection.
I don’t want to think about anything right now except for how good he’s making me feel.
Back to D. That’s what I’m calling him now in my head and maybe a few times aloud.
I hadn’t even noticed him slipping the condom onto the bed earlier, but I’m glad he did. Because the truth is, my mind hasn’t exactly been on safety tonight.
Not when every inch of him has me burning from the inside out.
I can’t look away as he tears open the packet and rolls it over his gorgeous, thick cock with practiced ease.
My breath catches, mouth parted, pussy trembling, aching to be filled.
He is beautiful.
Raw, powerful, devastatingly masculine.
Every part of him made to ruin me in the best possible way.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking hot,” he rasps, voice low and wrecked as he positions himself between my thighs. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.”
He lines himself up, the thick head of his cock brushing my slick entrance, and I nearly sob with need.
Every nerve ending in my body is tuned to this moment—this connection.
“Here,” he whispers, catching my gaze and holding it like a vow. “Watch me claim what’s mine.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
That right there, those words? That takes this to a whole other level of top sexual fantasies.
I rise up on my elbows, mesmerized, as he begins to push his thick dick inside me—slowly, so slowly, filling me inch by inch.
My body stretches around him, clenching tight, desperate to take him deeper.
The pressure, the fullness, the delicious tension.
