Page 15 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
“You live here now.”
“But…”
His only answer is to kiss me again. Hard, wet, mind-blowingly delectable.
When he pulls back, I’m trembling, wet, aching.
“You’re mine.”
I stare at him. My heart racing. Pussy pulsing, clit tingling, nipples so hard they hurt… Without even thinking, I nod.
“Say it,” he rasps out with his lips still brushing mine.
“I’m… I’m yours.” Oh my God, what am I doing?…
He pulls me on his lap and makes me straddle him. And… I can feel him. ALL of him. Hard. Thick. Long. Right against my throbbing pussy…
I gasp and instinctively rock my hips… just a little. And, oh God, the friction is delicious against my wet, sensitive folds.
And I can’t hold back a moan. “Mikhail…”
“I know, baby. I know.”
He kisses my neck. Full lips, hot tongue, his teeth grazing my collarbone. His hands finally sliding under my dress. When his thick fingers meet the thin fabric of my panties, he groans, and I moan even louder into our kiss, shamelessly rolling my hips now, while he guides my movements along the hard ridge of his shaft. I’ve been fantasizing about this man for weeks. And now I’m about to come on his huge cock… through our clothes…
“Yes,” I pant.
His hand slides between my thighs, over my panties. I’m sure, finding me soaking wet.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, sounding almost pained.
I whimper, rocking against his hand. Chasing its heat, the contact of the heel he’s pressing along my slit.
He pushes my panties aside and slides one long, thick finger through my drenched pussy lips.
I gasp, “Oh God!”
Mikhail stares at me while he’s finger-fucking me… watching the expressions crossing my features. His eyes, fucking burning.
My nails are dug into his granite-hard shoulders, my ravaged lips parted on an unending moan. My thighs, trembling against his muscular legs.
“Feels… so… good…”
He adds another finger, stretching me, working me slowly. His thumb on my clit, rubbing maddening circles.
“Oh, Mikh… Ahhhh…”
I’m panting. Gripping his shoulders even tighter. Moving with his hand thrusting in and out of me, slow, deep. Scissoring, opening me, pulling me apart…
His blue eyes are wild, feral. He licks his full lips, then his straight white teeth sink into the bottom one before letting it slowly drag out. His massive chest is rising and falling with heavy breaths.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need.” He barely sounds human. Or looks it. More wild beast feasting on its prey.
And I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can only feel.
Then the thrusting increases, faster, even deeper. The quiet space fills with the wet sounds of my drenched pussy, my loud moans, Mikhail’s grunts. His big fingers inside me. His thumb on my clit. The heat building. Rising. Swelling impossibly higher, and higher…
Then he commands in his low, gravelly, impossible not to obey voice, “Come for me,Milaya.”
