Page 264 of Trouble from Abroad
“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.”
A loud laugh cracks free from my chest. That’s the thing about Mia: I don’t have to hold anything back. I can still be inside her and laugh without shame.
“So the twenty-something nanny is asking the old man for a time-out?”
I give her ass a playful smack, and even though every cell in my body wants to stay, I ease out of her as gently as I can. “Tell me if it hurts, baby.”
“Can you please stop worrying about hurting me?” Mia crawls forward, then winces. “Ouch,” she mutters.
“See?” I flip her onto her back and take in the sightof her puffy cunt. To be fair, I shouldn’t be surprised after what I just put her through. My hands are gentle, stroking the flushed skin, easing her open just to admire the mess we made.
“You didn’t put ‘BDSM’ on your list, or we haven’t gotten to that part yet, but aftercare has just become my thing. And you did say I hurt you.”
She huffs a laugh. “Did you miss the part where I said Iloved it? That it felt so good?”
I run my thumb over her swollen, slick lips. My cock jerks, somehow still hard, aching from being denied what it clearly wants again. “Doesn’t mean I can’t make it feel better now too.”
I shift my thumb up to her clit and gently rub it. Her hips jolt, and I watch her torn, caught between flinching away or begging for more. But she doesn’t stop me.
“Damn you, Pres,” she says, sounding deliciously fucked-out. She clenches again, and another spill of my cum leaks from her. I’m transfixed. Fucking spellbound. I push the load back in with my finger. Then a better idea comes to mind.
“Open up for me, Mia. Let me make you feel better.”
She lets out a soft, delighted laugh. “Better? But I’m not in pain. I’m in fucking bliss.” “Do it for me, then.” I massage the insides of her soft, thick thighs, coaxing her legs open. “Let me redeem myself for hurting you.”
