Page 27 of The Mobster's Nanny

Still not fully back to my senses, I follow his command without a hint of hesitation and turn around, placing my palms against the counter. I look down at it, panting slightly, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize that my head is empty. I have no rational thoughts left in me, and that’s why I love having such a strong and confident partner—because it allows me to let go of everything else and focus only on my own sensations and Matteo’s voice behind me.

“Now, push down your pants.”

I do as told and pull my jeans and panties to my ankles before taking one leg out to allow for a better position. My feet are spread wider now and I lean on the counter, slightly pushing myself back and earning a satisfied hum from Matteo.

“Good,” he says under his breath, and I hear his belt clink as he undoes his own pants.

The sound makes my guts tighten with anticipation and I let out a quiet moan, writhing despite myself. Yes, god,finally. A moment later, his hand finds my thigh again, slowly stroking it, while the other raises to my neck and grabs the back of my collar.

“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Ah, yes, yes, please.”

“Are you ready to take me?” He tugs at the collar, pushing it against my throat, and I gasp and instinctively arch my back to push against him.

“Y-Yes, Daddy, I want it.”

I can feel him freeze as soon as I say it, but before I can think about it Matteo slaps my thigh all of a sudden and grabs me tighter. “You earned it, baby. Good job.”

And before my mind can process the words, Matteo lines himself up against me and thrusts inside, pushing a surprised moan out of me. Goddamnit, it’s been so long since I had a guy who knows what he's doing. I close my eyes, focusing on the stretch and friction inside of me, and mumble a satisfiedyeswhen Matteo thrusts even deeper.

He doesn't hold back and god, do I like it. His hands keep me in place, holding onto my neck and hips, and it feels like I’m hanging in the air, completely in his power. My palms slide against the counter with every thrust, my fingers trying to cling to the surface as I push back to meet him. My moans and the wet sounds of our bodies quickly fill the silence of the kitchen, making Matteo’s whispered praise barely audible—but I still hear it, reveling in the satisfaction that it brings me.

“Good girl…god, you feel so fucking good, baby, so fucking good…ah, what a lewd body you have, it drives me crazy, oh my god.”

I keen from his words, lowering myself to the counter, taking him deeper with louder moans, and Matteo lets go of me only to slide his hands over my skin, tracing the arch of my back. He doesn’t have to say anything—I can feel his pleasure in the gesture and it makes me whimper, asking for more.

It doesn’t take long until Matteo has to slow down, press a kiss to my shoulder, and pull out with a husky command. “I want to see you.”

I immediately turn back to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. With a kiss pressed to my lips, Matteo picks me up. Oh! I gasp as he pushes me up on the counter and instinctively raise my knees up to wrap my legs around his torso. Matteo breaks our kiss for a moment to find the right angle again—and the next moment, we cling to each other even tighter, trembling in mutual pleasure.

The new position allows me to feel his body, grip him tighter, pull him closer to me, and I moan into his neck, feeling his hands holding me tight. It makes me feel so small and safe in his arms that I start to feel the warmth of pleasure radiating through my body. The sensation is familiar, and I know that I’m close to my peak.

My muscles go taut, my body stills and my whole being focuses on the rhythmic deep thrusts of Matteo inside of me. I shut my eyes tighter, clawing his shoulder, and frantically mutter, “I’m close, I—ah, I’m close, I’m so—”

“Good, baby, good, come for Daddy, let it go.”

And like a snap of fingers, his hoarse voice sends a shudder through my body, making me writhe and moan in his arms as the waves of orgasm wash over me one after the other.Goddamnit.I have to gasp for breath as I crack my eyes open, my heart beating so loudly I can barely hear Matteo’s distant praise. That was stronger than anything I’ve ever felt.

But Matteo doesn’t stop, making me tremble and whimper through my sensitivity, and I don’t know how much time passes or how much pleasure I ride through until I feel his thrusts lose their rhythm. He goes deeper with each of them, holding onto my waist and trembling against me, and I hold him through it until Matteo’s own pleasure takes over.

Well, that was not how I expected this day to end, but I don’t mind it.

I huff under my breath, thinking about it, until a sudden thought strikes me. “Hey, what about Romeo?”

Matteo hums and tears himself away from me, looking at me with a quirked eyebrow. “Do you want to talk about him now?”

I chuckle, finally having a chance to look at him up close. God, why does he have to be so handsome? I take a second to raise a hand to his face and push a strand of curly hair away before looking into his eyes with a grin. “I want to make sure you’re staying for the night.”

“Oh.” Matteo blinks in surprise before a satisfied smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, and he leans into my touch, resting his cheek against my palm. “Yes, I’ll call Riccardo. It will be alright.”

“Good,” I say with a cheeky smile, patting his shoulder. “Because I expect another round tonight.”

Chapter 9 - Matteo

I don’t know what time it is when I finally blink my eyes open, but the room is bathing in soft light coming through the beige curtains, so it’s already morning. The night has come to an end—and Liss is still in my arms.

My heart immediately responds to the thought at a fast and steady pace, and I can’t help but tighten my hold on her small, warm body. The scent of sex is strong in the bedroom, and god, how many years has it been since I had a night like that? How long has it been since I met a woman who pulled at my desires so easily? It must’ve been ten years, no less.

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