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His hands are on my hips as he slowly sinks into me, inch by slow agonizing inch.

I take a deep breath, feeling his fullness enter me, stretching me around his massive size. He is impossibly big and I’m shaking from the burst of pleasure seeping through every cell in my body.

He swears. “I knew you’d be tight, Peyton.” A subtle sheen of sweat glistens off his shoulders. I’ve never seen a man look sexier. “But fuck. This is amazing.”

“Untie me. I need to feel you, hold you tighter.”

“On no, baby girl. I want to work you over so that your pussy is full of my cum. If you get your hands on me, I’m finished. I’m going to pay you back for wanting you for so long. It’s been torture having you under my roof and not being able to claim you.”

Jude thrusts the rest of the way inside me, pressing me back into the bed. He is seated so deeply inside me, his balls nestle against my ass.

“Oh God,” I moan into the bedsheets. He’s so big and the walls of my pussy clings to his massive girth. With how he’s leaning over me, his cock buried so deep, I feel utterly dominated.

“That feels so good.” I dig my heels into him, pulling him closer, deeper.

“You like me balls deep inside that tight little cunt?”

“Yes!” I cry, trying to shimmy, but his hands are clamped down on my hips and he’s not letting me move.

Jude pulls almost all the way out of me. A few whimpers escape at the loss of him, but he thrusts deep inside, hammering me down onto the bed. I love that feeling of being possessed by him. Though I would never admit to another soul, I love the lewd sound of my slick wetness filling the room, increasing my excitement. I can feel the throbbing of his cock buried deep. I am losing myself in him as he works me. With each thrust, my skin begins to tingle as he increases his pace. I never want this to stop. I want to be his forever.

“Now you’re going to be a good girl and not come until I tell you.”

His chest is heaving from heavy breathing.

I can only manage a faint, “Yes.” It is like my body is outside itself. I am no longer Peyton but just a bundle of pleasured nerve endings seeking their release. Deep inside me, a warmth starts to burn. I want to be his so much. The need is raw, living and every breath I take I feel the desire to be his. Be all he’ll ever need.

Jude pants. “I love how your pussy gloves my cock so perfectly.”

I smile lazily, pressing with my heels to pull him back when he starts to withdraw. Then he drives into me again and that rush of warmth inside me grows. I fist my restraints and hold on.

He pumps into me harder this time. His finger seeks out my pleasure nub, making me scream in pleasure.

“Now, Peyton, come for me.”

My pulse is chaotic and I feel myself come apart like an exploding star. I cry out, loving the feel of pleasure-pain as he stretches my walls around his massive size. I arch off the bed and into his arms, pulling at my restraints as I come apart. Spasm after spasm clamps the walls of my channel around his shaft.

“Fuck!” Jude’s head falls back, and a masculine roar tears through the room. Hot cum spills into my sheath. He slows, and I can feel every jerk of his cock feeding my cunt his milk. He falls over me. I love his torso pressed to mine. My breasts flatten against his muscled chest as he fills my pussy again and again.

Jude pulls my restraint loose with a single tug and the belt unties. My hands are released as his arms come around me. He rolls us together so that he is laying on his back, and I am snuggled into his side. Some of his seed dribbles down my thigh. My arms are flung across his torso, and my head is on his chest.

He tips my head up to kiss me deeply. Everything about it feels right and so deeply wrong. He thinks I’m just the nanny. Just a small-town girl from the middle of nowhere. He takes the back of my head in hand, and I moan into his mouth. The kiss turns sweet, gentle and it pulls at strings that have no business tying themselves to this moment. But I’m powerless to stop them. Just as I’m powerless against what I have to do tomorrow.

“Mine,” he whispers and as we drift off to sleep, I dream about his words coming true. That I truly belong to him for more than a weekend.

But come tomorrow, I have a job to do and this will be nothing more than an island fantasy.

Chapter Three

Jude

The next morning I wake up to find myself alone in my bed. The rain continues to pound against the windowpanes and it’s tempting to stay where I’m at. These tropical storms are more relentless than anything back in LA, but I love them. They mean I am home. My bedside clock flickers which means the power is back on.

I lie back, savoring last night; the rumpled sheets remind me of Peyton and her tantalizing girl cum. I swear I can still taste her sweet honey on my lips. I inhale, filling my soul with her scent. Between my legs, my cock grows thick and ready to have her again, but I find myself in an empty bed.

Under the hot shower, I marvel at how Peyton responded to being tied up last night. though a submissive, I know she’s not into the full lifestyle but a little play is fun, and I’m humbled she trusted me. She got off on me taking control. And fuck did I love wringing orgasms out of her; I plan on doing that at every opportunity before Lila returns.

I push away thoughts about my promise to Oliver. Peyton is an adult and Oliver can screw off if he doesn’t want me touching his younger sister. He shouldn’t have brought her to LA and sure as hell shouldn’t have walked her into the lion’s den if he wanted to keep her pure.

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