Page 20 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
“You trust me?”
She nods.
“Say it, baby.”
“I trust you.” It comes out small but honest.
“Good.”
I slide my hand between her thighs and find her wet as fuck. Christ. I rub along her slit, parting her plump pussy lips, eyeslocked on hers. She moans, licking and biting her lips, spreading her legs wider for me, rolling her hips. I pinch her clit, and she digs her nails into my upper arms, her eyes rolling back. Fuck… I move my fingers lower, teasing her entrance until she’s whining, writhing under me. So fucking hot, I might come just from touching her, smelling her, feeling her fucking perfect tight, wet, warm little kitty.
I push one finger inside. Thrust in and out, move it from side to side, hook it to rub at her G-spot. And she’s trembling again, wailing and shaking, her inner walls contracting around me. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I add a second finger. Maya gasps, her hips rocking to meet my thrusts.
“Still so tight,” I grit out, feeling sweat bead at my forehead.
“Mikhail…”
“Gotta get you ready for my cock, baby.”
I work her slowly, adding a third finger. The pressure is impossible to ignore. She’s fucking tight as fuck. And I’m getting dizzy just thinking I’m about to slide inside this paradise. I keep stretching her. Getting her wetter. With each passage, her entrance lets me in more easily. And the dirty, wet noises of her pussy taking my fingers are everything. Maya’s moaning. Her hands gripping me, marking me, her pussy clenching around my fingers.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Open for me. Fucking open for your man,” I growl, heaving like a demented beast.
I roll the pad of my thumb over clit, at the same time adding a fourth finger, thick and long, like the rest of me. I have her stretched almost the way my cock will split her open. Just almost… And by the way she’s moving under me, by the sounds she’s making? My girl is fucking ready.
So I pull my fingers out with a squelching sound that’s fucking music to my ears. Maya whimpers, eyes closed, hips rolling, thighs opening and closing, her bottom lip caughtbetween teeth. Her nails still digging into my biceps. Her dark curls, a halo around her beautiful face. The air around us saturated with the smell of her sweet pussy cream, her flowery perfume, and the darker aroma of the precum I’ve been leaking for what feels like fucking days.
Finally, I position myself between her glorious thighs and line my cock, rubbing through her drenched folds, slapping her clit with the base of my cockhead, and finally, fucking finally finding her entrance.
“Look at me,” I growl, completely gone by this point. My entire world reduced to this woman, this moment, the connection between us. To what’s about to happen. What I’ll make damn sure will keep happening for fucking decades to come.
Maya’s eyes meet mine, her pupils so wide, the brown is barely visible. She looks fucking gone, too. Thirsty, hungry, fucking craving. Fucking high on me…
I push forward. Just the tip. And she gasps. Her hands flying to my shoulders.
“Breathe,” I rumble.
She nods jerkily and takes a shaky breath.
I push in another inch.
She’s so fucking tight… Hot… Soft… Wet… Fucking perfect. I’m gonna die of pleasure.
“Oh God,” she whimpers, her pussy fluttering around me.
I pause, gritting my teeth so hard they might chatter. “You okay?”
“It’s… you’re… so big.”
I grunt. “Fuck, baby. Don’t say shit like that when I’m trynna take it slow.”
I push in deeper. Slowly. Watching her face. Cause if I look down at her tight snatch stretched around my fat cock, takingme, swallowing me, dripping around me… I won’t be able to hold back.
Then, I feel it. A resistance… And I freeze.
“Maya?” I rasp out.
She looks at me, eyes wide.
