Page 30 of Curvy Nanny for the Grumpy Single Dad

“Dante,” I moaned.

He lifted one thigh over his shoulder and then the other before he inhaled deeply. “So fucking hot and wet. I can feel how much you want this.”

“Yeah,” I moaned. “What are you going to do about it?”

He laughed. “Just this.” He slid a tongue between my slit on one side and then the other, hot and wet against my clit. “And this.” He did it again, is tongue curled around my clit before he teased my opening.

“Dante, oh fuck. Yes!” One hand found its way to his head, massaging his scalp with my fingertips. “More,” I moaned. “Deeper.”

He laughed. “Not yet,” he grunted and continued to tease me, first sinking his tongue deep inside of me and then two long thick fingers.

“Yes,” I moaned as he filled me perfectly. His fingers plunged deeper and deeper, and I was so turned on I could feel myself sucking those fingers deeper into my core, moaning his name and begging for more. My hips trembled violently and then a spasm jerked through me a second before I clenched around his fingers and tongue. “Dante,” I cried out as my body tensed up and my orgasm poured out of me along with a choking sound as the pleasure stole my ability to breathe and talk at the same time. My hips continued to shudder against his moving tongue, my hips surged forward to prolong my pleasure until my orgasm was completely satisfied. “Mmm, Dante.”

His lips curled into a smile and he looked at me like I was something wonderful yet alien to him. “I could do that all night.”

“You could,” I purred. “But I need something more, a little longer and thicker, if you know what I mean?”

He laughed and got up on his knees before he stood and removed his shirt and loose tie, his undershirt and pants and finally—blessedly—his boxer briefs. “Keep looking at me like that and I won’t last long.”

“As long as you feel as good as you look, I won’t need long.”

He growled and stroked his cock, I reached out to help him. “Lucy.”

“Dante,” I shot back and gripped him in my hands, stroked him long and hard.

He grabbed my wrists and held them over my head, his cock nudged at my opening as his green eyes stared down at me. “You’re wet.”

“You sure? Maybe you should check again.” I arched forward with a moan as the blunt head of his cock slid against me. “Fuck.”

His mouth took mine and his tongue slipped inside as his cock slowly sank into me, thick and deep. I tilted my hips and he sank all the way in with a sigh. He pressed into me deeper and deeper, over and over again. He was long and thick and he moved with the kind of slow deliberation that drove me wild. “Dante, yes.”

Every word from my mouth moved him differently. Deeper, and then faster, and then his mouth found mine again and worked me over in a hungry frenzy that matched my need for him. My legs wrapped tighter around him and I bucked forward. “Lucy,” he grunted.

“More, Dante. Please, I need you.”

That was all he needed to hear. One hand palmed my thigh and hitched it up over his hip as he pumped me relentlessly, every stroke hit a part of me that I desperately needed until I whimpered incoherently. “Shit,” he moaned.

“God, yes Dante. Fuck me just like that.”

He growled again and pounded harder until both of us were slick with desire. “You have a dirty little mouth, don’t you Lucy?”

“Something about your cock brings it out in me,” I panted and tugged on his hair. “Give it to me,” I demanded.

His mouth found mine again and Dante fucked me hard and fast, his tongue thrusting in my mouth in time with his cock. I was lost to the pleasure, the ecstasy of the way he made me feel. “Lucy.”

I clenched around him hard and fast, pulsing greedily as he thrust deep. I arched into him as he growled, loud and feral, the sound blended with the wild cry of my orgasm as it tore through my core. I panted, and held on as his hips pumped furiously, finally he stilled, and I could feel him pulsing into me. “Whow.”

Dante held me close as his hips jerked with the final throes of pleasure, his lips fluttered on my cheeks, my throat, my mouth. He pumped slowly, until his cock slipped free and then he held me close under the stars like this was more than a quick and dirty fuck, like this was the start of something special.

I relaxed against him until a yawn escaped and sleep threatened. The next thing I knew I was in his arms, floating in the air and then resting on a soft cushion before sleep claimed me finally.

Sweetly.

Gloriously.

Chapter 20

Dante

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