Page 24 of Kingpin's Nanny
“I wanted you so much when you showed me your sweet little cunt.” He continues to stroke me. “I was in a jealous rage about the man you said you loved.”
“It was you, it was always you.”
“I know.” The smack takes me by surprise this time, coming as it does from his other hand and further up my bottom. “But you didn’t realise it was me watching, did you?”
“I needed you.” Pushing into his fingers, I unclench my fist from the covers and creep it back until I touch his hip, then slightly further, and his hard length is under my palm.
He hisses. “Bella.”
“This, Lucas. Please.” I’m desperate.
“That’s your reward when you come for me. Got to make your tight virgin pussy ready, then you’ll get Daddy’s cock.” He’s stroking me faster, and I’m so close. Just a tiny bit more. I squirm.
“I love seeing you come.” I hear the crack before the pleasure-pain shoots into my bottom, and my orgasm sweeps out from my core. My legs go rigid and the world tilts on its axis.
Or rather, when the pulses have receded and there’s just the glittering sensation all through me from coming, I open my eyes and realise Lucas has gathered me into his arms. The world has shifted, because I’m flat on my back, and he’s over me, looking down with an expression so savagely proud it shakes me all over again.
“I love you so much,” he rumbles, and strokes my cheek before dipping his head to kiss my lips. “I’m going to do that at least twice a day, every day for the rest of our lives. It’ll keep me healthier than that fruit and vegetable bollocks.”
A delighted grin stretches across my face. “I’ll make you eat vegetables too, so it’s a long life of giving me orgasms.”
“For you,” he breathes against my lips. “I’ll do anything.”
“Really?” I’m so happy I could burst. I guess I kinda just did.
“Even eat vegetables,” he says dryly, lifting his head and raising one eyebrow.
“Take off your clothes, make me yours, and give me a baby for Christmas?”
His arrogant smile makes my heart patter. “I will do all that, and more. You’re going to come on my cock. Then the next orgasm I give you after that, I want to be with my tongue.”
Despite having just peaked, arousal bounces in me.
“Now.” I grasp at his shoulders, then reach for his trousers. “Now. Please, Lucas.”
He rears up, and rips his shirt over his head. His tattooed chest and upper arms are revealed, and I greedily take in the sight of his magnificence. He’s even more beautiful than I remember from that day at the beach, and more powerful than when I interviewed for the role of nanny.
Him kneeling over me feels like I’m being conquered in the best way.
“I love your tattoos.” His naked chest is a months’ long memory, and I only got a peek of more black curling patterns that frame his cock on the live stream earlier. I can’t wait to see him fully.
He strips off his trousers and underwear in one movement. I draw in a breath. In real life, right here, it’s intimidatingly big. Veins run up his length. I thought men needed recuperation time, but Lucas is sporting a truncheon, and the black tattoos around it and over his hips only add to how intimidating it is.
“See how hard you make me.” He takes his cock in his hand and gives it two slow pumps.
I gulp.
“This is all yours, little elf. You’re going to take it.”
“Yes.” I reach for him, because the edge of fear only makes my desire sharper. “I love you.” Scary tattoos, massive cock, and all. I want him so much.
He slides his knee between mine, and pushes them apart, and the dominance of that move shivers through me. He leans forward, covering me, and I moan as his chest touches mine.Something hot and silky pushes onto my thigh. His cock. I shift my hips, so it notches between my legs.
“Oh god, you feel so good. So wet.”
“Please, Lucas.”
The first push has resistance. Like my body doesn’t understand how much I want this man inside me.