Bad Nanny (The Bad Nanny Trilogy #1)(63)

When he bucks his hips into mine, filling me with his warmth, I almost scream. There's this uncomfortable tightness for a moment, and I tense up. But then I feel his hand on my lower back, rubbing and soothing, the hot heat of his palm comforting against my skin.

“Relax your muscles, babe. You're way too goddamn tight.” I pant heavily, doing my best to relax, feeling a natural urge to tilt my hips up and back. As soon as I do, I feel myself relax, the pressure easing considerably. “There ya go. That's it, Smarty-Pants. Just like that.”

Zayden slides out slowly as I curl my fingers into the sheets and brace for the impact of his pelvis against my ass. From this position, I can feel the ring in his balls against my pussy. Each time he slams into me, it teases my body, twists my fervor up another notch until I'm gasping, struggling for each breath. I lean forward, putting my elbows against the bed and letting the pillows prop up my hips.

Oh.

Zay really does know what he's doing.

My cheek drops to the bed and I bite down on the edge of a pillow to hold back a scream. So many sensations are running through me that when Zayden grabs a hold of my ponytail and jerks my head back, I really do cry out. I know I could wake one of the kids, but I can't stop the sounds. I'm not in control of my body right now. I feel possessed, consumed by Zayden and the perfect rhythm of his cock inside of me.

I push back against the bed for some resistance and he groans, pulling my hair harder as I arch my back and tilt my chin up, giving up and letting him do whatever he wants. It feels good to let someone else be in control for once. I have so much to deal with, I don't want to worry about this. I tell him with my body that he can do whatever he wants, fuck me however he wants. I don't care; I want it all.

“Goddamn it, Brooke,” Zayden groans as he pumps into me. “God-fucking-damn it.”

I feel his hand move to the clasp on my bra, loosing the hooks and letting my breasts free to swing with each movement of his body. When I adjust my hips, I feel the metal in the head of his cock through the condom. It's this hard pressure against the velvet thickness of his shaft, and it makes me crazy. My own body starts to move, pushing my hips back so we meet with the sweet sound of flesh on flesh.

Our noises feel extra loud in the quiet dark of the room, but I like the erotic symphony we're creating, like a song written for just the two of us.

“Zayden,” I whisper as he pushes against me, his body jewelry making my clit tingle and throb. I can feel that explosion of stars behind my eyes, that hot fire raging through me. He rides me all the way down into it, until I'm gripping the bed and biting my lip to keep from screaming.

Zay releases his grip on my hair as I collapse forward, drawing away from him with a groan. I feel like I can barely move, but he's clearly not done with me, dragging the pillows out from under my body and tossing them to the floor.

He turns me over with a steady grip on my hip.

“I can't,” I whisper as Zayden slides his sweaty body over mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my face against the shaved side of his head as he kisses my throat. That smell of him is so comforting, I feel like I'll never be able to get it out of my head, the way it wraps around me and holds me tight like that. “I can't go anymore.”

“Trust me: the second orgasm's always better than the first. Relax. I'll do all the work, baby.”

Zayden cups my face in his hands and kisses me, his bodyweight heavy but just as comforting as his scent. On instinct, I spread my knees open and adjust myself so that we're cupped together at the hips. This time when he enters me, there's no pain, just the slick slide of his shaft into my swollen body. The sensations are so different this time, each stroke tender and deep.

“I've got such a huge crush on you, Brooke,” he whispers into my ear. I reach back and curl my fingers into the pillow under my head. I can't listen to things like that, not while we're doing this. I've got no experience in this department and it's totally screwing with my brain. I'm feeling things for Zayden that no person in their right mind should feel, not this quickly. I know it's because of my inexperience, but God … telling me he has a crush on me doesn't help at all.

“Fuck me harder,” I say because I want to flip the switch on this meeting, strip away any false sense of tenderness or caring, make it dirty and hot and crazy. “Do it hard and don't stop.”

Zayden nuzzles the side of my head, buries his face in my hair and makes an mmm sound that has me bucking my hips up to meet his. When he lifts up and braces one hand next to my head, the other gripping my hip tight, I close my eyes against the sight of his face above me.

With rough, angry thrusts, he gives me exactly what I was asking for, driving into me with a fierceness that leaves no room for thoughts, that obliterates any worries or fears or questions in my mind, yanking a second orgasm literally screaming from my throat.