Page 94 of The Nanny Goal

His cock is right in front of me now, and if I thought it looked big through the crack of his bedroom door, that’s nothing compared to how beautifully, terrifyingly large it is right in front of my face.

I don’t think I would be able to wrap my fingers all the way around him, and I seriously doubt that thing could fit inside me. But at the same time, his scent swirls through my senses, imprinting in my memory in a special way. I’ll never forget this.

My mouth from falls open, my tongue slicking against my bottom lip.

Alexei moans and his stroking hand speeds up. His voice, when he speaks, is heavy with lust. “Do you know how much I want you?”

I blink up at him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pumps his cock. “I don’t think I can stop.”

“Don’t stop,” I beg.

“You have to keep touching that pussy,” he growls. His gaze slides from my face back to between my legs. “We don’t need to have any secrets between us, Emery. You can show me how pretty you are when you come.”

My knees shift wider, my hips tilting up. My clit is so hard now. I wish I was naked. I wish he could see?—

We don’t have any secrets between us.

“Nothing is off limits,” I breathe.

He nods. “That’s right. No secrets. No limits. If you want something, all you have to do is ask. Or show me.”

Show me.

Those two words are so powerful.

I slide my legs out from under me and lie down, shoving my shorts down my hips as fast as I can, before I lose my nerve.

I want him to see me like this, aching and on fire for him.

Alexei makes a desperate sound low in his throat as I spread my legs for him, and he drops to his knees, yanking off his t-shirt.

If he tried to take me like this, right now, I would let him.

Bare cock, nothing between us. It would be stupid, and I would still let him.

But he doesn’t.

He just bites his lip and strokes harder and faster, his eyes locked between my legs.

“Never seen anything more beautiful than you,” he says. His free hand ghosts over my thigh, and that’s all that it takes for the tight coil in my belly to snap.

As my clit starts pulsing against my fingertips, I press my lips together, my back arching, and I swallow a scream.

I come hard against my fingers, my whole body shaking, wetness slicking my fingers and the tops of my thighs.

I recognize the next sound he makes, a choke low in his throat, the same sound he made when I opened the door,.

This time, his seed splatters all over me. My bare thighs, my hand between my legs, and up onto my belly.

“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry,” he groans. “I’m so sorry.”

“No…” I catch his hand and interlace our fingers as he tries to wipe it off me with his t-shirt, even as he’s still coming.

“Nothing is off-limits between us,” I repeat breathlessly.

He curves over me, his cock wet against my belly, and he presses his mouth against mine, so close it’s almost a kiss, and I can feel his next words more than hear them.

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