Page 54 of The Nanny

Keir stands up and lifts me into his arms in one move. It’s an oddly intimate position, cradled against his chest.

He stretches me out on the bed. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watch Keir as he stands at the foot of the bed and agonizingly slowly removes his shirt, then his pants, then his underwear until he’s naked in front of me.

“Jesus. You’re so damn sexy.” The breath is nearly knocked from my lungs.

The man is truly a work of art, and unbidden a rush of warmth floods between my legs. I ache for him. All of him.

He fists his cock and looks me in the eyes.

“Are you ready for me to stretch you pussy out with my big fat cock and make you come screaming my name?”

God, he has such a filthy fucking mouth.

“Yes,” I whisper, not taking my eyes off him.

“Get on your knees.”

I scramble to do as he bids me.

He moves around to position himself before me, his cock jumping as I take him in my hands. The tangle of his fingers in my hair stings as he guides my head to where I know he wants me.

Yet I resist when he pulls my head toward him. I want to push him, to see his reaction. My reward comes in the form of a deep growl.

His hand tilts my chin upward.

“What are you playing at, darling? Do you want me to find something to tie your hands with?”

I can’t deny the thrill that runs through me, but no. I decide I don’t. For all that I’m teasing him, taunting him, I’m enjoying this gentler Keir. I drop my gaze and my lips down to his cock.

Running my thumb up the length, swirling around the tip that’s already leaking. With one last glance up to see his eyes still fixated on me, I take him in my mouth.

His rumble of satisfaction spurs me to go deeper, until he hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he gasps. He’s clearly trying to keep himself in check. “That’s it. That’s it, darling. Just like that.”

When I gag and try to pull back, he holds me there. Blinking away tears, I choke. Only then does he give me the barest inch.

Looking up at Keir, I take it. I remind myself that he’s in control and I need to allow him to do exactly what he wants to me.

I need to trust him.

Just as I feel my eyes start to water, he releases me slightly, only far enough so that I can slide my lips up and down him, alternating strong sucks with lighter licks. I’m primed to his responses.

I know I’ve got him close to the edge when I feel his fingers tighten in my hair as I draw his tip between my teeth, grazing it lightly. I do it again, then suck him in deeply once more until I’m choking as he hits the back of my throat. Another graze of my teeth, another suck. I continue until he abruptly jerks me off of him and lifts me up on my knees and kisses me.

“I’ll not be coming in your mouth, Ella. Not tonight. I’ve got plans for you.”

Keir lifts me onto the bed and tosses me down with no warning. He pushes me back, lifting my legs and holding them tightly together with his arms wound around my calves. Then he drives into my pussy without any warning. I cry out his name, instantly feeling my walls clench around him.

“You’re. Mine.” He snarls the words with such fury that I would probably be shocked if he hadn’t just slid himself so far inside of me that my jaw drops. “Do you hear me, sweetheart? Only. Mine.”

Each word is punctuated by a thrust of his hips. I can’t stop to think about what he means, as I get caught up in the overwhelming wave of sensation.

“Look at me, Ella. Don’t you agree? I need you to fully understand just what I’m saying.”

I obey instantly, my eyes flying open to find his.

“You’re mine,” he says, deceptively softly. His voice doesn’t match the intensity of his hips pumping into me, or the piercing fire in his eyes that scorches me from the inside out. “I want to brand my name into your skin.”

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