Page 43 of The Nanny and the Don
“Go, Devlan. I’m not doing this to you. Have a good night,” he said, walking away.
Yet again, he didn’t bother to try to take me upstairs. For the past few nights, he hadn’t taken me upstairs, but each time I checked the door it was locked. Apparently, he could lock the doors remotely.
“No,” I said, my voice trembling as I spoke.
He didn’t even look back at me as he continued toward his bedroom instead of the office. The further he moved away from me the weaker I felt. I had to do something to stop him from walking away from me right now.
“Steel!” I shouted to his back.
That was it. That stopped him in his tracks. Turning back, he rushed over to me, hoisting me in the air and wrapping my legs around him as he marched through the house. He didn’t stop moving until he stood in front of his bed and dropped me on my back.
I gazed up at him waiting on bated breath as he stared me down hungrily. He had never looked so good as he did standing there shirtless in a pair of joggers. As a matter of fact, I had never seen him dressed down. Not even in his own home.
He always wore suits and ties, or at least slacks and a button-down. This was a new side of him, and I loved it. Putting oneknee on the bed, he hovered over me and looked down into my eyes. He screwed up his face like he was in physical pain.
“Do you want to do this?” he asked, staring down at me as he waited for my response.
“Yes.” I nodded my head for emphasis. “More than anything.”
He ran his hand down his face as if he were contemplating. I took deep breaths to calm myself as I waited for him to make his next move.
“Since you came here, I wake up every morning just to see your smile and hear those children in there laugh and play. I used to live to make money and work until I passed out. Something shifted in me. Now I want this to be my life. I wantyouto be my life. You asked me why I got you fired. At the time, I was so furious that I didn’t want to talk about it. I wanted you. That’s why I did it, Devlan.
“Brendan and I were discussing a deal for me to become part owner of Velvet. I knew it would be a conflict of interest to pursue you while you were one of the employees. Plus, I didn’t want you working there if you were going to be mine. I didn’t want other men ogling over you and doing whatever other crazy shit they do in those places. Brendan is the majority owner, so I told him to fire you and gave him a week to do it since I would be out of the country on business, anyway. He stabbed me in the back.
“When I came back from Japan, you were on his arm. I tried to count it as a loss, but I can’t let go. Since I found out about you, I can’t bring myself to live without you. I don’t ever want to do that shit again, Devlan. I don’t ever want to live without you again. I was so miserable and empty trying to fill myself up with money. I have my hands in so many things that I never even give myself a second to think or breathe. You’ve put all that on pause.
“My world stopped the first time you smiled at me. I’ll stop this muthafucka forever if you ask me to. Just stay here with me. Not because you’re scared of what I’ll do, but because you can’t stand to be away from me either. I need you like a flower needs rain. I was dying slowly before you came here. I want you to keep watering me,” he said, cupping my face.
His misty eyes made both my heart and my pussy clench. When his fingers raked up to my hair, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss. A million tiny explosions went off in my head as his plump lips slid from my own lips down my neck.
Ripping at my shirt, he tore it apart with one quick yank, sending buttons flying across the bed. Hurriedly he yanked down my bra. I hissed when his mouth found my breast. I lifted my hips writhing against him as his teeth gently grazed one of my tight nipples. His hand covered the other breast, massaging it, and tweaking my sensitive flesh between his fingertips. Both hands found the waist band of my jeans, and he popped the button before dragging the snug fabric down my body. I raised my ass making sure that he knew he had my full permission to undress me.
“Lay back.” He barked out a command that sent me into instant action.
Flat on my back, I stared up at the ceiling. I felt like I was drunk as I lay there waiting for what was to come. Then his face was between my thighs. He nuzzled his nose against my pulsing center and took a long inhale. Any other time I would have been nervous out of my mind and self-conscious about the fact that I hadn’t showered since last night or shaved since God knows when, but somehow, I’m turned on.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned as his fingers tugged at my panties before tearing them down my body. They’re barely hanging on by a thread when he freed me of them.
Without another word, he dove into my center headfirst, running his wide tongue across my entire pussy and moaning as if he was eating the best meal he’d ever had. He lapped and slurped, French-kissing my pussy.
I was used to faking during sex. Not that I hated it, but it wasn’t my favorite thing in the world, especially oral. Now I felt cheated. Was this what it was supposed to feel like?
My hips thrashed wildly against his face as I screamed to the top of my lungs and begged for mercy that he wasn’t willing to give. With a tight grip on my thighs he feasted on me until there was nothing left.
“I’m cumming,” I whined, warning him of my impending doom.
My trembling legs clamped down around his head as a river flowed from my writhing body. He didn’t give a damn about suffocating because that only made him go harder. The hum that escaped him sent gentle vibrations through my entire body.
When my ass lifted from the bed, he shoved two fingers inside me and sucked gingerly on my throbbing clit. I felt like any second I would either explode or burst into flames. Either would take me out of my misery. I couldn’t take much more, but at the same time I never wanted him to stop pleasing me. I was too afraid that things would go back to the way they were. Then again, I knew things would never be the same. Not for me.
My legs shook violently as he picked up speed. I clutched the back of his head fucking his face as I cum so hard my hips are suspended in the air. Time seemed to stand still as my body tensed, and I was thrust into a state of constant euphoria. I don’t know how much time passed as I gently floated back down to Earth.
“You’re so damn pretty when you cum,” he groaned as he kissed his way back up my stomach.
Leaning back on his haunches, he wiped his mouth with his hand as he put distance between us. I watched as he slid over to the edge of the bed and reached in his nightstand. I was slightly annoyed that he had condoms at the ready but grateful that they were there. My eyes almost popped out of my head when he shoved his pants down over his hips and stroked his impressive length. If my entire body wasn’t still buzzing, I would have had the wherewithal to clamp my legs shut.
“Can I fuck you, Devlan?” he asked as he sheathed himself.
