Page 50 of The Nanny and the Don
“What does that mean?’ she asked me.
“It means you’re not a prisoner here, baby. Any time you’re ready to go, I will have it arranged, just say the word. If you decide you no longer want to be here, I’ll understand. I won’t be able to bring myself to take you home on my own, but I will let you go. I just ask that you continue to care for the kids until I can find someone else. I’ll continue to pay our agreed-upon price until you stop coming back. Now I’m letting you know that you’re free to go, and I promise I mean it. I need you to understand that under no circumstances do I want you to leave. I want you to stay.”
Sitting back down on the side of the bed, I touched her face. “As a matter of fact, I’m begging you to stay, Devlan. Please.” Thelast word came in a whisper, and I barely recognized my own voice.
“I want to stay.” She nodded, making sure to hold my gaze.
Her confession cracked my chest wide open. If I could have put my heart on the plate right next to the money I would have. Cupping her face, I kissed her before backing up to let her eat.
“Eat breakfast. I’m taking you somewhere this morning.”
“What if I want to play first? I understood you wanting to be a gentleman last night, but I want to see the other guy for a second.” She grinned devilishly as she spoke.
I kicked my shoes off as I moved the serving tray back to its original place on the nightstand. Standing briefly, I removed my pants and briefs before getting back on the bed. Moving in her direction, I hovered over her until she was lying on her back. I pinned her in place with my eyes before I spoke.
“Tell me what I need to do to please you. Hm? Tell me how to make you happy, Devlan. Better yet, tell me what I gotta do to make you understand that not only are you perfect, but you’re absolutely perfect for me,” I instructed as I tugged her bottoms down her legs. Kissing my way up, I waited a beat for her to respond. “Tell me you’re perfect.”
She sighed and covered her face with her hands. “Steel.”
“Look at me and tell me you’re fucking perfect, Devlan. Because that’s what I think every time I look at you,” I said, as I swiped the head of my dick across her slick opening. “Fucking say it, Devlan,” I demanded as I impaled her with my full length.
“I-I can’t,” she hissed.
“So, you’re telling me I have bad taste?” I asked, grabbing her by the back of her neck and pulling her in for a sloppy kiss. “I know I don’t have fucked up taste, Devlan. Is that what you’re telling me?”
“No,” she moaned.
“Well, why the hell do you not understand how perfect you are? Any man would be lucky to have you, especially my imbalanced ass. Don’t ever let me hear you say you couldn’t believe a nigga wanted a girl like you. You are the fucking prize. Even before I knew how good this pussy was, I knew you were a prize. Tell me you’re a prize.”
“I’m a prize,” she muttered.
“Tell me that you’re beautiful, Devlan.”
“I’m . . . beautiful.”
“Don’t let a nigga breathing make you feel like you aren’t worthy, especially not a nigga who doesn’t even deserve to breathe your air. Do you hear me?” I asked her.
“Yes!” she cried.
“I want to worship you, Dev. Come sit on my face,” I instructed, pulling out so that I could lay on my back.
“What?” she giggled, covering her face again.
She was so beautiful that I still found it hard to look away. Devlan was the epitome of beauty and sophistication with a special mix of down-to-earth goofiness to keep her balanced. She was the perfect mix of everything that must have been missing in my life because she made me feel complete.
“On my face, princess,” I repeated, pulling her hands away from her face.
Her eyes stretched, and I could tell she thought she had a choice. I didn’t give her a chance to protest before I grabbed her hips and pulled her up my body until my tongue was in her pussy. She moaned and hissed as I slid my tongue deeper in her tunnel. The taste of her coating my tongue had my dick standing at full attention.
Slipping my tongue out of her, I kept my grip on her ass as she moved her hips grinding against my face. I felt like a monster for so long for just having her here, but in this moment, I felt like she accepted the monster I was. That’s all thatmattered to me. I let her do her thing riding my face until her pussy was leaking all over my neck and chest.
“You’re so addicting,” I told her, as I slid her down my body until her pussy was cloaking my dick like a glove.
I closed my eyes as I sank deeper inside her, and I swear it was like heaven all over again. Her soft ass in my hands as she bounced on my dick made my heart race. Devlan was made with me in mind. Her entire makeup called to something in my DNA. Even her pussy felt like it was molded perfectly for my dick. The tight heat of her walls sucked me up like a vacuum making me want to scream. I never wanted to feel another pussy if it didn’t belong to Devlan Rose.
“I feel like I’m about to cum already,” she said, giggling softly.
Devlan’s slow ride was driving me mad. I hoped she didn’t feel like what she said was a bad thing because I was about to bust myself. Pulling her pretty ass down until her chest was pressed firmly against mine, I whispered in her ear.
