Page 25 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
“Good.”
He kisses my neck. And I feel his lips, teeth, and tongue. The huff of his breath. My nipples harden, my pussy throbs, my clit tingles. And I go from feeling mildly turned on to burning hot. But before things can go too far, we hear Sofia’s footsteps in the hallway.
“Are the cookies ready?” She asks loudly from right outside the kitchen.
Mikhail pulls away after pressing a kiss to the crown of my hair. “Almost, baby.”
* * *
After dinner and way too many cookies, Sofia’s tired after her full day, yawning.
“Looks like it’s time for bed, princess,” Mikhail declares.
“But I’m not tired!” she tries protesting.
“Come on, honey.”
I stand, offering her my hand, with a smile. She pouts, but doesn’t argue.
I help her get ready, read her a story, and Mikhail comes in just as we’re finishing. He leans against the doorway watching us. The cotton of his t-shirt hugging his impossibly broad shoulders and wide chest, the short sleeves stretched around his bulging biceps. Jeans molded to his long, tree-trunk size legs, and that log he’s carrying around that makes it impossible for my eyes not to linger on his crotch… am I drooling?
“Night, princess,” he says, his raspy voice breaking through my thirsting.
“Night, Uncle Misha. Night, Maya,” Sofia replies with a sweet, sleepy smile.
“Goodnight, baby girl.”
I kiss her hair, taking an inhale of her sweet, little girl scent. Then, Mikhail and I step out of the room, leaving her door cracked.
“I should… probably go to bed,” I whisper.
Mikhail doesn’t respond. He just looks at me. His blue eyes, intense. Making my thighs clench.
I give him an awkward wave, turn and head to my room, closing the door behind me. Then I lean against it, my heart racing.
I’m still sore and a bit tired after such an intense day. But I feel so alive. We had so much fun with Sofia. And alone with Mikhail… I wish I could be with him tonight. Longer. And not just to stare at his handsome face and hot body. I want to tease him to wrestle one of his small, rare smiles out of him. Not just to be in his presence. But also in his arms. Feel his warmth. Smell him. Feel his hard body. I just want him. Around me… inside me…
I change into a tank top and leggings, wash my face, brush my teeth. But I can’t stop thinking about him. About this morning. About the things he said.
I’m standing by the door, rubbing lotion on my hands, when the door opens. My eyes move to it and there he is. Mikhail is standing in my doorway.
He steps inside. Locks the door behind him, doesn’t say a word. Just comes to me. And before I can react, he’s got me pinned against the wall…
“Mikhail…” I try.
But his hand clamps over my mouth.
“Not a fucking sound,” he growls in my ear. My eyes go wide as he pulls down my leggings and panties in one move, exposing my bare ass. Then I feel him. Thick, hard, pressing against my naked skin. When I moan loudly, he spanks me. The hard sting spreading warmth on my skin, making me wet instantly.
“Quiet,” he rumbles.
I hear a rustle of fabric and the metallic sound of his zipper lowering. I nod against his hand, eyes wide, breath erratic. He runs a finger through my slit and, of course, finds me wet.
That makes him let out a vicious, “Fuck!”
He rolls the pad of his finger over my clit, his calluses creating incredible friction, and I moan under his big palm. It’s so fucking hot… My breasts pressed to the wall, my hands clutching his forearm, arching my back to offer myself. His finger sliding through my wet, swollen folds, pinching my clit, pressing at my entrance, pushing in, scissoring. He adds another, and another. Stretching me, preparing me. Reminding me of what I’m about to receive. His thick, hard-as-fuck cock that’s resting heavily between the globes of my ass, dripping precum, the head barely nudging me… Right there, but still too far. I whimper, whine, moan and beg under his fingers. Hekeeps rolling my clit, grunting in my ear, licking and biting the sensitive skin of my neck.
Then he slides inside me in one hard thrust. I gasp into his palm. He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t ease me into it this time. Mikhail Maksimov fucks me. Hard. Fast. Brutal. With his hand clamped over my mouth. His fingers torturing my throbbing clit. And I can’t make a single fucking sound. Only take it. The electric pulses traveling from my pussy to my entire body, the waves of pleasure coursing through me. The amazing sensations rippling through me every time his tongue and teeth meet my skin. How small I feel surrounded by his massive body, invaded by his insane girth, taken, wrecked, goddamn cared for…
