Chapter 8 - Annie
"I want you to come again," he tells me. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
How is this happening? Yesterday, I was just a college student with bills to pay, interviewing for a nanny position.
Now I'm in Raphael's bed, his massive cock buried inside me, my virginity a thing of the past. He's my employer.
We barely know each other. This breaks every rule of professionalism, every boundary I should maintain.
And I love it. I've been waiting for this moment forever, saving myself for someone special without really understanding what I was waiting for.
Never did I imagine I'd give myself to someone like Raphael—a dangerous, beautiful man with secrets in his eyes and blood on his hands.
A man who looks at me like I'm the most precious thing he's ever seen, even while he's fucking me mercilessly.
I know this is probably it. Our first and last time. Why would he want to repeat this? He'll come to his senses tomorrow, remember I'm his son's nanny, create distance between us. I have to give him my all now. Show him how much I want this, make it so good he won't be able to forget.
I pull him toward me, needing to feel the weight of him.
His muscular chest rubs against my sensitive nipples, sweat dripping from his hair onto my face.
Everything feels otherworldly. The stretch of him inside me, the fullness, the slight burn that's already transforming into pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
"Oh god," I gasp, barely able to control myself. "Raphael, it's—fuck—it's too much."
But it's not too much. It's perfect. I love hearing the obscene gushing noises as he moves inside me, feeling my own juices coating his cock and trickling down to my ass.
My breasts bounce with each powerful thrust, and I can't help but grip the sheets beneath me, needing something to anchor me to reality.
His cock presses deeper, impossibly deep, fully buried inside me. I can barely look him in the eyes because mine keep blinking and squinting with pleasure. Instead, I turn my head, moaning directly into his ear.
"More," I beg, the word hardly recognizable. "Please, more."
He responds immediately, thrusting forward faster and deeper. "Fuck, Annie. So tight. So perfect."
The praise washes over me, adding to the building pressure inside. I'm close again already, my pussy clenching around his thickness.
Suddenly he slows down, his muscular arm beside my head keeping him upright while his other hand gently caresses my cheek.
"You've been such a good girl," he says, his voice rough with desire. "Time to turn around. I want to fuck you even deeper now that you're ready for it."
I gulp, my mind a chaotic mess as I process his words. He pulls out slowly, allowing me to turn over. The emptiness is momentary but acute. I already miss the feeling of him inside me.
I position myself on my belly, raising my ass in offering, my face pressed against the cool sheets. Raphael doesn't waste a second, his large hands gripping my ass cheeks, kneading the flesh before delivering a sharp slap to each side.
"Ah!" I cry out, surprised by how good the sting feels. It's a reminder that this is real, not some elaborate fantasy I've conjured in my lonely bed.
He spreads my ass cheeks with his thumbs, exposing everything to his gaze. I should feel embarrassed. No one has ever seen me like this, but instead, I feel powerful, desired.
"Look at you," he growls. "So fucking wet for me. Your pretty little pussy taking my cock like you were made for it."
Without warning, he guides his cock back inside me, the new angle allowing him to reach depths that make me see stars. He thrusts forward, his hips and thighs slapping against my ass as he fucks me without mercy.
The sounds escaping me are primal, too loud for a house where a child sleeps down the hall. I grab the nearest pillow, burying my face in it to stifle my moans and screams. It feels so fucking good I want to shout it to the heavens, but I can't risk waking Marco.
I've touched myself plenty of times over the years, but this—actual sex with an actual man, especially one like Raphael—is completely different.
The fullness, the friction, the unpredictability of another person's movements.
And most importantly, the connection. The way he whispers how beautiful I am, how good I feel, how perfectly I take him.
"Look at you, taking my cock so well," he praises, one hand reaching beneath me to find my clit. "Such a natural. So fucking perfect."
The dual stimulation is too much. His words, his fingers, his cock hitting something deep inside me… They combine to create a tidal wave of sensation that crashes over me without warning.
"I'm coming!" I cry into the pillow, my entire body convulsing as pleasure explodes through me. My eyes roll back, my toes curl, and my pussy clamps down on his length with a force that surprises even me.
But Raphael doesn't stop. He slows momentarily, letting me ride out the orgasm, then resumes his relentless pace. He lowers himself onto my back, his chest pressed against me, his weight delicious and grounding.
He grunts in my ear, his hips still pumping. "Fuck, Annie. I won't be able to control myself around you now. Not after feeling how perfect your tight little pussy feels around my cock."
His words send another jolt of pleasure through me. "Really?" I manage to ask, my voice small and hopeful.
"Really," he confirms, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "I'm making you mine tonight. You understand? Mine."
Something primal awakens in me at his possessive declaration. I start pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with movements of my own, throwing my ass back to take him even deeper.
"Fuck yes," I moan. "Make me yours. Please, Raphael."
His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass cheeks hard enough to leave marks. "Keep throwing that ass back like that and I won't be able to stop myself from coming inside you," he warns, his voice strained. "Is that what you want? My cum filling up this tight virgin pussy?"
It's crazy. It's irresponsible. But in this moment, I need it more than air. "Yes," I beg shamelessly. "Please, I need it. I need to feel you cum inside me."
"Jesus, you're going to be the death of me," he groans, increasing his pace until he's slamming into me with abandon. "Such a good girl, begging for my cum like a fucking dream."
The obscene sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, mixed with our heavy breathing and desperate moans. I feel him swell even larger inside me, his rhythm becoming erratic.
"I'm going to fill you up," he promises, both arms now flexing on either side of me as he holds himself above me. "Going to pump every last drop into this perfect pussy."
"Please," I whimper, another orgasm building unexpectedly. "Oh god, Raphael, I'm going to come again!"
"That's it, baby. Come all over my cock while I fill you up."
With a final powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his whole body tensing above me.
I feel it then. His cock pulsing as spurts of warm cum coat my inner walls.
The sensation of his release triggers my own, and I bite down hard on the pillow to muffle my scream as pleasure washes over me again.
We collapse together, panting and sweaty, his weight pleasant on top of me. After several moments of just breathing together, he makes a move to pull out, but I reach back to stop him.
"Wait," I say softly. "Stay inside me. Just a little longer?"
He chuckles, the sound running through both our bodies. "I have no complaints about that," he says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "How are you feeling?"
The question is simple but loaded with meaning. He's checking if I'm in pain, if I regret what we've done, if I'm overthinking the consequences.
"I feel great," I admit, turning my head so I can see his face. "I never knew sex could be like that. I'm glad I waited."
His expression softens as he brushes his fingertips down my flushed cheek. "I'm glad you waited too," he says with surprising tenderness. "I loved being your first, Annie."
There's something in his eyes that makes my heart flutter. Something beyond lust or satisfaction. Something that looks dangerously close to affection.
"Was it... was it good for you?" I ask, suddenly shy despite the intimacy we've just shared.
He laughs again, a genuine sound of amusement and disbelief. "Are you serious? It was fucking incredible." He rolls us to our sides, still connected, his arms wrapping around me from behind. "You're incredible."
I snuggle back against his chest, enjoying the feeling of being held by him. His hand traces lazy patterns on my hip, occasionally dipping to my thigh and back up again.
"What happens now?" I ask after a comfortable silence, voicing the question that looms over this perfect moment.
I feel him tense slightly behind me. "Now we get some sleep," he says, evading the larger question. "And tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow we go back to being employer and nanny?" I suggest, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice.
He's quiet for so long I think he might have fallen asleep. Then his arms tighten around me, pulling me more firmly against his chest.
"I don't think I can do that," he admits, his voice low. "I don't think I can touch you like this, be inside you, make you come, and then pretend none of it happened."
Hope blooms in my chest. "So… What, then?"
"I don't know," he says honestly. "This complicates everything. It puts you at risk. It could affect Marco if things go wrong between us."
"I understand that," I say, turning in his arms to face him. His cock slips out of me in the process, and I feel a trickle of his cum leaking onto my thigh. The sensation is oddly intimate. "But I also know that I've never felt this way before. With anyone."
His eyes search mine. "Annie, you just lost your virginity. Of course it feels intense right now."
"It's not just the sex," I insist. "It's you. It's the way you are with Marco. It's how safe I feel with you despite knowing I probably shouldn't."
He cups my face with one large hand. "You shouldn't feel safe with me. I'm the most dangerous thing in your life right now."
"I don't believe that."
"You should."
"Would you hurt me?" I challenge.
"Never intentionally," he says immediately. "But my life... the things I do... they could hurt you by proximity."
I place my hand over his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath my palm. "I'm willing to risk it."
He sighs, bringing his forehead to rest against mine. "We'll figure it out," he says finally. "Not tonight. Tonight, just let me hold you."
It's not a promise of forever. It's not even a promise of tomorrow. But as I curl against his chest, his heartbeat lulling me toward sleep, it feels like enough for now.
Whatever comes next, I know one thing with absolute certainty: I don't regret a single moment of what we've shared tonight. And from the way Raphael's arms tighten around me as we drift off to sleep, I think—I hope—he feels the same.