Page 36 of Bully Wolf's Nanny
She wailed out her orgasm as wave after wave of toe-curling pleasure rocked through her. Her inner walls clenched against his fingers as his tongue expertly guided her through her peak, eking every last exquisite drop from her until she was nothing but a boneless mess on the couch beneath him.
“Very good girl,” he breathed, flipping her again onto her back and claiming her lips. She could taste herself on them, and groaned into his mouth.
But he wasn’t done with her yet.
Slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, he reached down and undid his belt buckle, the leather hissing as he pulled it through the belt loops with practiced ease. Daisy gulped, glancing at the belt he toyed between his hands, before throwing it to the side.
“Another time for that, I think,” he said, pressing another kiss to her lips, “after all, like I said, we’ve got all the time in the world.”
She nodded as he removed the rest of his clothing, unable to formulate words as inch after glorious inch of ivory skin was revealed to her.
He had changed since the last time. She knew that, of course, but seeing it up close and personal was a different matter entirely. Somehow, he was even bigger, his shoulders broader, the muscles of his stomach lithe and settled into their adult power. And the way he carried himself, like some jungle cat, all coiled power and elegant violence. Hints of it had been there before, and the years had only distilled it.
Nicolas Accardi was intimidating as all hell. From his wickedly intelligent eyes to the cruel tilt of his lips, to the proud length of his cock jutting out from between his hips, nestled in dark hair.
Compulsively, Daisy swallowed. How the hell had she ever taken all of that? It looked like it would split her in half. He produced a small foil package from the pocket of his trousers, tearing the top off with his teeth, before swiftly rolling the condom over his enormous length.
Somewhere, deep inside her brain, Daisy appreciated the irony. It seemed he’d finally learned not to fuck without a condom if he didn’t want a surprise baby. That ship had long sailed for the two of them. She was distracted, however, when his hand kept pumping over his cock, powerful muscles bracing.
A fresh wave of arousal coursed through her, her body trembling with anticipation.
Nicolas bent down and captured her lips in a searing kiss, nudging her thighs apart to settle between them, the hard length of him rubbing against her center.
“God,” he groaned, his forehead falling to hers, “I can’t tell you how many years I’ve dreamed about this.”
“You have?” she squeaked, her thighs rising to grasp his hips, increasing the friction of his cock against her clit.
“You have no idea,” he growled, bucking against her, coating himself in her juices. “I only got one real taste of you, Daisy Copperfield, and it was enough to drive me mad. You better believe I’m ready for the full fucking feast.”
With that, he began pushing into her, hissing as her walls clamped down on him. She whimpered as inch after overwhelming inch sank into her willing body, her legs trembling, her breathing fast.
After what felt like an eternity, he stopped, their breaths mingling as they panted together. Then, he rocked his hips, and she couldn’t help the groan of pure need that escaped her.
“Good?” he asked her, rocking again, his eyes blazing ice.
“Good!” she whined, doing what she could do move her hips against him. There had been a bite of pain—it had, after all, been years—but her muscles had quickly adjusted to accommodate his size, and now all she could think about was the delicious pleasure just out of reach.
His gaze darkened at her eagerness, and he began rocking into her in earnest, pumping in and out, each stroke harder and faster than the last. She cried out, unable to stop the babbling pleas spilling from her lips, her fingernails scraping against the powerful muscles of his back.
“You’re mine,” he snarled as his hips snapped into hers, “all fucking mine.”
“Yes!” she moaned. “Yes, all yours!”
He snarled in victory, hoisting her legs up over his shoulders, the new angle allowing him to thrust even deeper inside her.
Daisy’s eyes rolled back into her head at every delicious pass of the head of his cock over that sensitive spot deep within her. She was getting closer again, building up to another delicious orgasm, and as if sensing her need, Nicolas reached a hand between them and rubbed two fingers slick with her juices over her aching clit.
Stars exploded behind her eyes as she came again, clenching around his thick length, a keening whine escaping her lips as her muscles spasmed.
Nicolas wasn’t far behind her, his words pure filth, promising all manner of dark and wicked deeds. Daisy wanted it all. She needed it all.
With a roar, he came, slamming into her, his cock pulsing as he rode out his pleasure.
For a while, they lay there, their breathing heavy, their hearts hammering. Then, still inside her, Nicolas turned them over so that she lay on his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around her as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“That was…” she breathed, skin slick with sweat.
“It was,” he agreed, holding her tight, “and we’ve got all night to continue.”
