Page 106 of Trouble from Abroad
“I know, baby. I can feel it. You’re so fucking tight. So perfect.”
She ripples around me, and I let her ride it out. Every flutter, every little sob of hers is being carved into my being.
Her body fits mine. I swear—right here, right now—this is the moment that changes everything. There’s no going back now. Life cannot be full if I can’t have this.
I hold, waiting, letting her take every last second she needs.
It kills me, holding back while she writhes, perfect and undone.
But it’s her moment, and I give it to her.
The second her body starts to soften beneath mine… It’s my turn.
Thank fuck. I was never going to last much longer.My cock’s throbbing, balls heavy, every muscle of mine is synced to hers.
She meets me. Thrust for thrust. My thumb still works her ass, and her moans spike again, sharper, filthier.
I give her cock, finger… fuck it, I give her everything. Even the parts I swore I’d keep. Even the ones I can’t name yet.
“You feel so good, baby. Can I fuck this pussy harder? Can you take it?”
She glances back again, sweaty and glowing, and the grin that slips out? It’s the death of me.
“I can take you.”
I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing that smile.
“Give it to me, Pres.”
I thrust harder and the sounds that spills from her is pure hedonism.
“Harder,” she begs. “I can take harder.” She holds my gaze and says, “Punish the bad nanny, Daddy.”
What the?—
I fucking lose it. I piston into her, grabbing her hair, yanking it sideways, my eyes never letting go of hers.
“You want cock? You come tome. Got it?”
She nods, jerky and eager. I slam in deeper, punishment and reward.
“Say it. My cock and my cock only.”
“Yes. You. Yours,” she gasps, the words broken and true.
I fuck her slow. Deep. Still forcing her to hold my stare.
“Then take my cum, baby. Let me fill you up, then lie between your thighs, drag it out of your pretty little cunt with my fingers, just to stuff it back in.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
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I come hard,filling her up until I’m leaking from her pussy. My cock’s still hard, so I stay buried in her, rocking slowly, letting it spill out down my balls and the back of her thighs. It feels amazing and looks obscene.
“Look at what you do to me, Mia,” I say, running a palm down her back. “Feels like I could keep going forever.”
“Pres, I…” She lifts her face from the pillow, flushed and breathless. “I think I need a breather.”
