Page 17 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
I stroke myself faster. Squeeze harder. Think about how tight she was around my fingers. How wet. How she’ll feel when I finally get inside her. And I will. Tomorrow. As soon as Sofia’s at school. I’m gonna make Maya scream until she goes hoarse.
That’s the thought that sends me over the edge. I come hard. All over my hand and gut, groaning through my clenched teeth. Rope after rope of thick, heavy cum I’ve been keeping just for her.
But it’s not enough. It never is. Ever since I first laid eyes on that girl, it’s like my balls are always heavy, even after I’ve drained them dry.
I clean up and return to collapse on my bed, and stare at the ceiling.
She’s down my fucking hall. In my house. In a bed I put her in. And all I can think about is getting back to her.
I check my phone. 9:47 PM. Both Sofia and Maya are asleep, and I’m lying here with my dick hard again, replaying every second of what happened earlier. I close my eyes and see her face when I pushed my fingers inside her. The way her kiss-swollen lips parted. How she said my name.Mikhail.Fuck.
I palm my cock through the sheet and stroke slowly this time. My big hand running the length of my shaft, thumb rolling over my leaking cockhead, sliding back to squeeze my balls…
I think about tomorrow. How I’m gonna strip her bare. Taste every inch of her. Make her come on my tongue. My fingers. My cock. Finally make her mine in every way.
By the time my alarm goes off at six, I’ve barely slept.
* * *
Sofia’s room is quiet when I crack the door open. She’s still out. Curled up with that ratty-ass stuffed bear.
I wake her gently. “Time to get up, princess.”
She groans, rubbing her eyes. “It’s morning already?”
“Yeah, baby. Time to get ready for school.”
She sits up, yawning. “Is Maya awake?”
“Not yet, princess. Let’s let her sleep.”
“Okay.” She climbs out of bed and walks to the bathroom.
I make her breakfast and pack her snacks, but the whole time, my mind keeps going back to Maya. Asleep in my guest bed. Probably still wearing her dress from yesterday. Or maybeshe woke up in the middle of the night and changed. Stripped down to nothing… Fuck, Maksimov, focus!
* * *
By seven-thirty, Sofia and I are in the car.
“Uncle Misha?”
“Yes, princess?”
“I really like Maya.”
I glance at her in the rear-view mirror. “Yeah?”
She nods. “She’s nice. And funny. And she didn’t get mad when I made her watch my show three times.” She giggles.
I grunt.
Sofia studies me in the mirror, all big, fake-innocent eyes, and asks, “Are you gonna marry her?”
I nearly drive off the fucking road.
“What?”
“Well, when a boy likes a girl, he should marry her. Do you like Maya?”
