Page 69 of The Bratva's Nanny
She whimpered, and I imagined the look of frustration on her face. “You want me to beg?”
“I want you to ask.”
I kissed the back of her neck and slid a hand higher up to her hip to get more than a glimpse of her ass. She curved into me, inhaled sharply, and covered my hand on her hip with hers.
She edged higher, bringing the fabric to a full raise.
Both curves were now visible under dim lighting, and as a bonus, she wore no panties. I cupped one of her cheeks and squeezed, feeling my restraint grow weary with every fucking whimper she made.
She raised one of her legs and hooked it behind mine, spreading eagle. Guiding one of my fingers, she slid it into the dampness between her legs. She was soaking wet already.
I growled into her hair, “Fuck.”
She shivered, and her plea sliced the thick silence between us. “I want you, Roman.”
“You’re not asking, Solinishko.”
I pressed my hand against her soaking folds and slowly massaged her clit with my thumb.
She shuddered.
Fuck, I shuddered.
I was driven by a need for this woman, so much that I thought I’d lost my own damn mind. My cock ached in my pants, and I ground it against her, brushed my index over her nub, and slipped my little finger into her quivering pussy.
She buried her back into my chest. “Please, Roman….”
“Please, what?” I asked, my breath trembling.
I jiggled my finger, and she moaned. “Please, make me yours. Please—Ah….”
I didn’t wait for her to finish. I couldn’t wait.
I squeezed her tighter and ground my cock against her. The little foreplay had me rock hard. I palmed her breasts over the nightdress and could feel her nipples stretch taut beneath my touch.
Grunting, I pinched them.
Her breath was already coming in pants, and in one quick movement, I buried two fingers inside her.
She gasped, and I pumped faster.
Her moans grew louder, and I got lost in the feeling of her. The sounds. The smell of baby powder on her. Her warmth against me.
I could feel her getting closer, only seconds away from an orgasm.
Her body tensed and quaked.
I pulled the band of my sweatpants down, freeing my painfully hard cock. A shiver ran up my spine as her fingers gently wrapped around the head before she lowered herself onto it.
I bit back a growl. “Stay put, Solinishko.”
Slowly, I was losing control. And I never lost control.
It wasn’t even five minutes, and I was already in danger of coming.
I held her hip steady, pumping into her. I should have been embarrassed at how quickly I was going to come. But I didn’t give a fuck.
She felt very good.