Page 44 of The Nanny and the Don
I was so mesmerized by the sight of his veiny fist, pumping his dick that I didn’t speak at first. His husky chuckle brought me out of my daze enough for me to lift my eyes to his face.
“Hm?”
“I need to fuck you. Can I do that?” he repeated his question.
Lazily, my head bobbed up and down. He didn’t hesitate to oblige, sliding between my thighs and locking my ankles around his back. I braced myself for his size as the head of his dick pressed against my soaking wet center.
With one swift motion, he jerked me down onto his dick quickly spearing me before slowly sinking deeper. The groan that ripped through him was animalistic. His knitted brow made me think that he was about to cry. His eyes were locked with mine as he plunged into me hard. His hips still once he’s fully seated, but I didn’t mind the brief reprieve as his girth stretches me to the limit.
The delicate balance of pain and pleasure had my fingers clinging to the sheets. My relief was short-lived as he pulled out and slammed into me again without restraint. The pressure was so intense that tears sprang to my eyes. Then he picked up the tempo. He grunted with every unabandoned thrust of his hips. I released the sheets and clung to his forearms as unrestricted pleasure coursed through my veins. My hips lifted, craving to becloser to him, and my head pressed against the bed, thrashing from side to side as he ravaged me unmercifully.
“I want to take . . . my time with you, but I can’t . . . control myself,” he professed, huffing through his nose after every few syllables.
It didn’t matter because whatever spot he’d discovered deep inside of me was the key to my sanity. I felt like I was slowly unraveling as he tapped that button over and over, and before long, I was feeling the urge to burst into flames all over again. He slammed into me again and again until pure, unfiltered pleasure thrust me back into orgasmic bliss. I was consumed by the fire he ignited, and it felt so good that I didn’t want to be put out.
I clamp my eyes shut and cry out, pressing my head even further into the bed as he keeps the same aggressive tempo literally fucking me senseless. I couldn’t see or hear anything. On the other hand, I could feel every single thing. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he jerked my head forward.
“Look at me,” he commanded. When my eyes popped open, he was still wearing the same tortured expression. “I love fucking you, Devlan,” he professed before crashing his lips into mine.
I panicked when he pulled out of our kiss, so I latched my arms around his neck to hold him in place. His facial expression as he pounded into me repeatedly had me in a trance. I tried to commit that face to memory for when this is all over.
The visceral sounds he made as he grunted and groaned with each stroke of his hips was maddening. I did this to him. I made him react this way. I drove him so crazy that he couldn’t control himself. He admitted it, and now I knew that it was true. I made him lose control.
With our eyes locked, he went even harder, plunging into me even faster. His animalistic groans were now bellowing cries of agony and pleasure. I did this to him. My arms tightened aroundhis neck as I pulled him even closer. He resisted my hold enough to keep his eyes pinned to mine.
When he came, the sound that escaped him seemed to make the entire house shake. Humming softly, he buried his face in my neck. He fought to catch his breath, and I did the same as he relaxed his long frame against mine.
I was speechless as the swirl of emotions danced around in my head. At the end of our session, that’s all I was left with. This time there was nothing confusing about what I was feeling. The contentment and adoration that I felt in the moment were crystal clear. The unmasked desire for more of him was at the forefront of it all. More than anything, I wanted to explore this growing thing between us.
For as long as he allowed me to, I held him, feeling his racing heartbeat as he snaked his arms around my back and pulled me closer. We settled into each other’s embrace, and I said a silent prayer that this was the only man I would fuck for the rest of my life. I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that anyone in the world would ever live up to the expectations he’d just set.
He kissed my shoulder before pulling away from me. As soon as our bodies disconnected, I felt cold and empty. I kept my eyes on him as he stood to his feet and removed the condom. After dropping it into the trashcan next to the nightstand, he crawled back in bed and slowly finished undressing me.
I didn’t even realize that what was left of my shirt still clung to my body until he removed both the ripped shirt and my bra. Once I was completely naked, he kissed me again. This time his kiss was patient and soft. He studied my face briefly before I lowered my eyes, unable to withstand the intensity of his gaze.
He didn’t speak as he pulled the covers back and motioned for me to get under them. Why in the world was I so happy? What the hell was happening right now, and why did I like it? Itried to remind myself of how my feelings had evolved over the past couple of weeks.
When had I stopped looking at him as the evil, mysterious Mr. Gray? When had I stopped being afraid of him and start seeing him as something other than my captor? Because now I only saw him as something that belonged to me. I just needed reassurance that he felt the same way.
Once I was under the covers, he eased in behind me until we were in the spooning position. His bed felt so good. The one upstairs wasn’t bad, but in his bed, I felt like I was lying on a literal cloud as my eyes drifted closed. His hands explored my body moving up and down in slow passes. He swept my hair away from my face and peppered my neck and jawline with soft kisses.
This time there was no rush as he carefully pushed his dick back into my aching center from behind. Squeezing me tightly against his hard frame, he rocked into me slowly. I rolled my hips, matching his rhythm as our bodies moved together in a fluid motion. He buried his face in my hair, groaning slowly as we writhed in a languid, sensual dance. For what seemed like hours, he made love to me until I fell into a deep sleep.
I panicked when I woke up naked in an unfamiliar place. It was dark, but there was just enough light creeping in from the moon that I remembered where I was. The aching between my thighs assured me that I wasn’t dreaming.
Still, I didn’t know what to think of the situation. I didn’t want him to think that I thought too much into things, if that was even possible at this point. Instead of lingering and wondering, I eased out of bed and tiptoed around the room until I found what was left of my shirt next to my jeans on the floor. I hastily pulled on my jeans and covered the top of my body then scurried out of his room and sprinted to the stairs.
Once I was securely on the top floor, I shut the door behind me and pressed my back against it. The clock on the wall indicated that it was two in the morning. My head was spinning as I made my way to the shower. A quick shower soothed my tired muscles enough for me to fall back into a deep slumber when I finally crashed into bed.
“That’s a beautiful dress,” Sicily commented as she breezed into the kitchen where Miguel and I were making breakfast.
Both King and Evie were at the table doing their individual activities while we cooked.
“Thank you,” I said, smiling in response to her compliment.
I had worn a couple of dresses since I’d been there, but for some reason today I felt particularly beautiful. It was a simple pink skater dress that probably cost too much. After a couple of days, I stopped looking at the price tags.
Since I hadn’t had the strength or energy to braid my hair down last night, I had to sweep it up into a gigantic puff ball today. King thought it was hilarious, so that was a plus. When the door to Steel’s office opened, I fought the urge to look up. I didn’t even know he was up already. Apparently, he had been up for a while because we had been in the kitchen for over an hour now.
