Nanny for the Don: An Age Gap, Billionaire Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)
Nanny for the Don: Chapter 25

She’s laying on my bed, sprawled out like a goddess, the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. Her skin’s still flushed from her orgasm, her pussy glistening, and the way she’s looking at me is different from before.

I can tell the scene in the basement’s still fresh on her mind, but right now, none of that matters.

She’s mine at this moment, completely, and she knows it. She wants it.

She’s waiting, her eyes on me, her body tense with anticipation. She wants me to take control, to tell her what to do.

And I will.

“Give me your hand.”

She doesn’t hesitate, lifting her hand toward me, and I grip it firmly, pulling her off the bed with ease. Before she can catch her breath, I’ve got her in my arms, her soft body pressed against mine. My cock is hard, aching, and I press it against her pussy, watching the way her breath catches as she feels it.

Her eyes flicker up to mine, wide and ready, waiting for my next move, waiting for me to take what’s mine. I grab her by the ass, lifting her like she weighs nothing. Her legs wrap around me instinctively, and I press my mouth onto hers, kissing her hard.

She kisses me back just as fiercely, her tongue desperate, as if she’s trying to devour me..

“Take hold of me. ,” I pull back and order, my voice thick with desire. “Guide my cock inside you.”

Without hesitation, her hand slips between us, fingers wrapping perfectly around my shaft. She guides me in, the tight heat of her pussy enveloping me inch by inch. Her grip is firm, perfect—just like every other time—but this moment feels different. She’s giving herself to me fully, and the sensation of bottoming out inside her is intoxicating.

She buries her face into my shoulder, her breath hot against my skin. I hold her there for a second, savoring the feeling of being buried so deep inside her. There’s no rush. She’s mine, and I’m going to take my time making sure she never forgets it.

I fuck her like this, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I bounce her on my cock. Her hair’s flying wild, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. She’s completely in my control, just the way I like it.

Her body responds to me with every move, and I can feel how close she is, how much she’s holding on. “Let go,” I growl, my voice low and rough. “Give yourself to me. I’ve got you.”

I’m driving up into her, deeper and harder with each thrust, and I can see it—her eyes rolling back, her mouth open, gasping for air. She’s lost in it, in me. The heat between us is building, pushing her closer to the edge.

“Come for me.”

She grips me tightly, her body shuddering as she falls over the edge, her orgasm hitting hard. Her juices drip down my cock, soaking me as she clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I hold her tightly, savoring the feeling of her coming undone in my arms, knowing she’s all mine. Every moan, every tremble, it’s all for me.

I lay her on the bed, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath. The sight of her—completely lost in the frenzy of what we just did—fuels something primal in me. She’s still flushed, her body trembling slightly, and I drink it all in like it’s life-saving water.

I climb onto the bed, my body pressing down with intent. I flip her over, her perfect, heart-shaped ass now on full display, her pussy glistening with arousal. It’s all too tempting.

I position myself over her and plunge in, taking her from behind with no hesitation. She lets out a gasp, and I push deeper, Willow lying flat on her stomach beneath me, her ass raised just enough for me to drive down hard and deep, over and over again.

I reach down and give her a firm smack on the ass, watching as the red mark forms on her soft skin. Her moan is all the confirmation I need that she’s loving every second of it. I land another smack, and she pushes back against me, feeding off the roughness.

“How does it feel?” I growl, my voice rough with need.

“It’s… fucking… incredible.”

Her words light a fire inside me, and I thrust harder, driving deeper into her, knowing she’s right there with me.

I’m ready to finish with her.

I flip Willow over, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs wide. The perfect angle. She squirms toward me, her body practically begging for me to be back inside her. Her desperation is intense, and it only fuels me more.

I lean down, my lips brushing her ear as I growl, “I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have, and when you do, you’ll be mine. Only mine. Understand?”

She nods, eyes wide, barely able to contain herself.

I sit up, throw her legs over my shoulders, and drive into her hard. Her back arches, her mouth open in a silent moan, her body shaking as I pound into her. The sight of her underneath me, completely taken by the pleasure, is intoxicating.

Her breasts bounce with every thrust, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She’s a mess of want and need, her hands gripping the sheets like she’s holding on for dear life.

I thrust deeper, faster, feeling her tighten around me. She’s close, and so am I. The pressure builds inside me, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge. I can feel her body quivering beneath me, every muscle tensing as her orgasm approaches. I reach between us and circle my thumb over her swollen clit and feel her instantly clench around my cock.

“Come Willow. Now,” I growl, feeling my own release building, ready to let go.

She comes hard, her entire body tightening around me as she grabs me tight, her moans filling the room. It’s enough to push me over the edge, and I finish with her, releasing deep inside, my body shuddering with the force of it. I grunt, holding her in place, making sure she takes every last drop.

The moment hangs in the air, heavy and electric, as our breathing slowly begins to steady.

When we’re done, I slide out of her and pull her into my arms, pressing her against my chest. I cover her face with kisses, her skin still hot from the intensity of what we just shared.

“How do you feel?” I ask, my voice low, still a little rough from the release.

She catches her breath, smiling up at me, her face flushed. “Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

I grin, satisfied. “Good. ,” I say, my voice dropping an octave as I brush a strand of hair from her face. “Because this is just the beginning.”

She leans into me, and for a moment, the world feels still. But in the back of my mind, I know we’re only scratching the surface of what’s between us—there’s so much more to come, and I’m finally ready to claim it all.