Page 35 of The Nanny and the Grump

“You did right by Olivia. I’m sure you’ll do right by her as well. Olivia’s death isn’t your fault, Hudson. Stop living with its guilt. You did all you could.”

“Perhaps. I guess I did.”

“I’m happy for you and Madison. I have no doubt that you’ll both make each other really happy,” she said, and I smiled and gave Amy a peck on the cheek.

She walked over to her husband, and I went ahead to thank some of the other guys who showed up for the party, many of whom brought gifts.

The party was over soon enough. We walked everyone to the door. Amy was the last to leave. She handed me her present just before she did.

“Do you want to unwrap all your presents now?” Madison asked as soon as we were alone. June had slept off after ridding the cake of all of its icing. She was lying in Madison’s arms.

“I think I’ll do that tomorrow, instead. It’s been such a long night.”

“That’s true. You’re yet to even get any rest from all the work you’ve been doing today. Sorry, I made you go grocery shopping as well,” Madison said, flashing a naughty smile.

“Did we even need any of those things?”

“Maybe not right now. But then, one can’t have too much food, right?” My lips parted in a broad smile as I collapsed onto the couch.

“One moment, I’ll just go lay her in bed, then I can attend to my bigger baby.” She winked at me and leaned forward to kiss me before heading to June’s room. I licked my lips. The scent of her lip gloss was alluring, and so was the taste.

She returned shortly after and walked slowly toward me. She spread my legs apart and sat on my lap, facing me, with her arms wrapped around my neck, filling my view with nothing but her robust cleavage.

“I love your new lip gloss. You should apply it more often.”

“You could lick it off some more, you know?” She winked and placed my hands on her butt. I kissed her some more, savoring those juicy lips once more.

She twirled and rotated her hips all around my groin, getting me hard and in the mood.

“Someone’s in the mood to be spanked,” I whispered into her ears.

She chuckled and took one of my hands to her breast instead. “Only when it’s with you. I crave it more than you know.”

I carried her from the couch all the way to my room. There was a minor in the house; we couldn’t afford to be too adventurous. I laid her on the bed and came on top of her, staring into her eyes longingly.

“Aren’t I just one lucky asshole? Damn! You’re so beautiful,” I said.

She simply blushed and thanked me in a whisper.

I continued to kiss her, not giving room to any more interruptions. I was going to show more than I would say.

I was very delicate with her that night, paying attention to pleasure every inch of her body—even her underarms and the back of her neck, especially.

I sucked on each one of her fingers, then the toes. I spread her legs apart and ran my tongue through the insides of her thighs, all the way to her pussy. I stopped short and went ahead to suck on her navel for a little while. I was determined to discover every single pleasure spot on her body.

She savored every sensation, and I found joy in thoroughly satisfying her; it made me happy, too.

When I eventually slid into her, I went in slowly, taking my time to push through her vagina walls, ensuring that I had my full length inside of her at each stroke. Her entire body was vibrating in utter pleasure. We went on for many more minutes, my dick going in and out of her wet pussy at will. The sound of her soft moans was like music to my ears.

I spooned her next, thrusting gently. It was in that position that she couldn’t contain the excitement anymore. She cummed all over the sheets. I cummed, too, inside her, then left my dick to get soft inside her, I just did not want to leave the warmth and wetness of her. I was tempted to thrust some more.

Just when I was about to pull out, she stopped me with her hands. “I still want your sweet dick in me, just a little longer,” she said with a shaky breath.

“If you want, we can do this all night long,” I said in a mild tone, smiling at her.

“Go on, baby. Make me scream and beg you to stop.”

I continued at the same pace without hesitation. I hadn’t had enough myself. With a hole as wet and tight as hers, it was difficult to get enough, and I wasn’t about to apply any form of discipline. It was the weekend, after all.

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