Page 19 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
“And now I’m gonna fuck you, sweetheart. Make you all fucking mine.”
She nods, trembling in my arms, her hardened nipples brushing against my shirt, lips parted, eyes wide.
“Say yes,” I command in a deep growl.
“Yes,” she whispers back, wetting her lips with the tip of her small pink tongue.
That’s all I need. I lift her; she wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her to the bed. Lay her down. She’s looking up at me, chest heaving, full lips parted. So fucking beautiful.
I strip off my shirt and toss it aside. Maya’s eyes grow huge, traveling over my chest, my abs, the ink covering my ribs and shoulder.
“Touch me,” I growl, even more caveman than my normal grumpy ass.
When she reaches up, her hands are small and soft on my skin, tracing the lines of my tattoos, an old bullet scar on my chest.
“Does it hurt?” She asks, her eyes coming back to mine.
I shake my head, loving her full attention on me, her touch, her concern. “Not anymore.”
I lean in to kiss her. Slow. Taking my time. Let my hands slide under her top. And she arches into my touch. I pull the fabric up, over her head, toss it aside, to find she’s not wearing a fucking bra.
Fuck.
Her tits are fucking perfect. Full and heavy. With dark nipples that are already hard. I cup one full breast and squeeze it, making her moan. I lower my head, take a nipple into my mouth, and suck. Maya cries out, pulling at my hair, lifting herself off the mattress to bring me closer. I move to the other one, licking a slow circle around her tight bud, my eyes on her face, drinking in her every breath, each change in her expression. Then I bite…
“Ahhh!” Her cry is long, loud, and the perfect blend of pleasure and pain. Goddammit. My girl. Fucking made for me.
I pull back to look at her fully. She’s breathless, panting, sweat curling the short hairs at her temples, pupils blown wide. Her gorgeous brown skin, exposed down to her waist. Goddamn perfect.
“More?” I gravel out.
“Please,” she moans in response.
I hook my fingers into her shorts, pull them down along with her panties, and there she is. Completely naked. Like the best gift in the universe, spread out on my bed. And she’s mine. All fucking mine. Only. always. Until my fucking dying breath.
I stand to unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans with shaking hands.
Maya’s eyes drop to my dick, then they widen when she sees what I’m packing.
Yeah, baby. All fucking yours.
We stare in unison at my fat cock. The angry veins throbbing along my considerable length, the heavy head that’s drooling precum, thick ridges, the jerking motion that’s pointing to her. My true north.
“Oh, my God,” she whispers in a tone that’s a mix of reverence and panic. And fucking bastard that I am, I fucking love it.
I smirk. “You can take it.”
“I don’t know, Mikh…”
“You can.”
I strip off my jeans and boxers and climb on the bed, positioning myself between her thighs. I’m almost twice her size, and I fucking love how small she is next to me. How dark her skin is in contrast with mine. I bet we look fucking beautiful like this, with our limbs tangled together. One giant gangster, and his knockout, sweet, curvy woman.
When I bring my eyes back to Maya’s face, I see she’s still staring at my monster cock, looking nervous as hell. Yeah, I get it. Not the first time me and ol’ buddy get that reaction. But it’s the first time I really care. I’ve never hurt a woman. Never taken one who wasn’t salivating for it, or had unprepared pussy. But this is different. This is my fucking girl. Our first time together. Something we’re both gonna remember for as long as we live. And I’m not fucking messing this up.
“Maya.”
Her eyes come back to mine.
