Page 28 of The Bratva Bosses' Nanny

“W-Why did you stop?” It comes out as I whine, but I can’t help myself.

“I didn’t say you could come yet.” He gives me a mischievous smile, and pulls down his boxers, revealing his throbbing erection—so fucking big and ready for me.

He lies on the bed, rolls me on top of him until his mouth is just below my pussy. His cock, bobs with need beneath my mouth. I lean down and place my lips around him, enjoying the moan of pleasure he lets slip from his lips. His tongue swirls around my clit and he slowly starts to fuck me with his fingers again.

My mouth moves, sucking him like he’s sucked my pussy, teasing him with my tongue until he grabs my hair and forces me to take all of him in.

“Fuck. Suck it harder,” he commands, panting. His fingers are moving more furiously inside me now.

I can feel my whole body begin to convulse with pleasure as he sucks on my clit while fucking me faster with his hands.

Then he starts thrusting up, making me gag on his cock as he slaps my ass. I can feel him groaning into my pussy, and I know he’s close.

I start to increase my pace, sucking his dick as hard as I can and thrusting down on his hand so that he’s fucking me even harder.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” I cry out, suddenly overwhelmed by an intense orgasm.

With a grunt, Nikolai grasps my ass cheeks and forces me into his mouth so he can fuck me even faster with his tongue. His last few thrusts in my mouth are rough and quick, and when he comes, he nearly chokes me as he grunts loudly.

He comes in my mouth and I swallow it all. I come up for air, panting and my mascara running. Suddenly, strong arms lift and turn me so I’m straddling him.

He laughs.

“What’s so funny?” I manage to say, trying to wipe the streaks from under my eyes.

He shrugs. “Just that you look fucking hot like that.”

He tugs me down and gives me a soft kiss. This is different from the other kisses we’ve shared tonight—it feels more intense, more meaningful. As if what we’ve shared means something beyond a one-night stand.

I lie next to him, and he gathers me into his arms. I curl up against his body, dazed, my body aching for nothing more than to be held by him while the waves crash against the hull outside.

It takes a few moments for our breathing to calm. My heart is racing, and I feel alive holding in his arms. I explore every inch of his chest, running my fingers up and down his torso. He’s perfect.

“Is this why you brought me here?” I ask playfully.

He leans back, looking into my eyes with an intensity which sends a shiver down my spine. “Partly,” he confesses, “but there’s more to it than just... this.”

His eyes hold a glint of mischief now. “Tell me, am I a better kisser than Dmitri?”

My cheeks flame with heat, a blush so intense I feel it in my toes. “How did you—”

“He didn’t tell me. But Dmitri sucks at hiding things. His guilty face is like an open book. Also... the lipstick stain on his lips.”

I bite my lip, “You’re both...,” I trail off, not sure how to compare, not sure I even should.

Nikolai pulls back slightly, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “No need to spare my feelings, Emma. But just for the record, I intend to be the best at everything concerning you.”

The boldness of his statement, the raw confidence. It should be too much, but instead, it’s just so... Nikolai. And I can’t help but be drawn to it, to him.

He leans in and kisses me sweetly. “I’ve asked for dessert to brought up to the room.”

I smile, feeling myself yield to him. “What is it?”

“Chocolate-covered strawberries,” he winks, “and some chilled champagne.”

I smile, “You’re so cliché...”

“Cliché or not, they taste good. Just like you.”

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