Page 34 of Military Daddies' Nanny

Nancy whimpers against my lips, melting into me as I crush her pliant body against the door in my desperation to consume her. Our mouths fuse together in a filthy duel of teeth and questing tongues, all finesse abandoned in favor of pure, ravenous need.

She tastes even sweeter than I remember, like honey and sin and everything I've been torturously craving these last few maddening days.

With a guttural groan, I slant my mouth over hers at a new angle, licking deeper into her welcoming heat as one hand comes up to fist in her thick, chestnut curls.

My entire body feels like it's been engulfed in raging flames, nerves sizzling with building desperation to bury myself inside this woman's softness and never reemerge. Nancy writhes shamelessly against me, whimpering into my mouth as she scrabbles at my shoulders, my chest, like she's dying to map every inch of me with her greedy hands.

“Hey, save me a slice, damn it,” Carlos rasps. “I didn’t sign up for no VIP front-row tickets to watch you both eat each other whole.”

Carlos’ voice, as well as the need for oxygen, finally forces us apart. We're both gasping harshly against each other's mouths. Nancy's cheeks are flushed a ravishing shade of pink, her green eyes glazed and pupils blown wide with naked yearning.

Fuck, she's exquisite like this—utterly disheveled and yet somehow more radiant for it.

"God, you feel so fucking good," I gasp throatily, dragging my mouth along the sleek line of her jaw. Nancy arches her neck in wordless invitation, and I readily acquiesce, trailing a blazing path of scorching kisses and sharp nips down to the juncture of her shoulder.

“Sorry,” she says, smiling at Carlos. “I guess we got a little carried away for a second there.”

Carlos grunts. “Yeah, right. As long as I get everything he’s getting,mamacita.”

“There’s enough to go around, Carlos.” Nancy’s low, sultry voice is like gasoline to the flames, and I find myself clinging to every word that comes out of her sinful mouth. “You have nothing to worry about. I promise.”

One of her hands clutches at the nape of my neck as her nails scrape electrifying lines across my scalp. The other creeps boldly down to palm at the rigid length straining against the front of my jeans, squeezing me in a rough caress that has me moaning into the fragrant hollow of her throat.

"You weren't kidding," she pants roughly as she works me through the rough denim, stroking me with a delicious friction that stokes the blazing bonfire in my core. "You do want me just as bad as Carlos…don’t you?"

She glances at Carlos, her eyes roaming down to the bulge and wet patch on his jeans. He glances down self-consciously, then his lips part in a feral grin.

“Enough games, Nancy,” Carlos says. “What’s the plan?”

She smiles at him, then puts the car in gear, easing gently into traffic. I lock eyes with Carlos in the rearview mirror, and the look on his face says, what in all the bloody hellis going on here?

Nancy seems to know the city well, and she drives with the ease of someone comfortable and at home in her town. She pulls up across the street from a popular hotel.

The White Horse is known for being a love hotel…and if there were doubts in my mind as to what the fuck is about to happen, Nancy bringing me to the Horseis all the hint I need to have.

This shit is really about to happen. This is fucking happening!

Carlos and I follow quietly behind Nancy as she crosses the street, her ass swaying dangerously with every step she takes. It takes all my will to tear my eyes away from her derriere.

After just a few short words with the concierge, we’re on an elevator headed to the sixth floor. The elevator ride up to our floor is sheer torture.

Carlos—who so far has kept his hands to himself, literally—yanks Nancy flush against himself as soon as the doors slide shut, caging her pliant form against the wall as his mouth slants over hers in a branding kiss.

She whimpers into his questing tongue, fighting him for control as they duel in a filthy pirouette of lust and longing brought roaring to life.

By some miracle, the elevator doors open to our floor and I'm able to steer the stumbling pair toward the room, tearing Carlos away from Nancy with some effort. He growls at me, murder in his hungry, vicious eyes.

I fumble with the key card outside our room, proof of the nervous energy racing madly through my body. The second the door clicks open, I hoist Nancy up into my arms and carry her inside, her throaty giggles sounding like sin made audible.

I waste no time divesting her of her clothes and tossing them carelessly aside before depositing her nude form on the turned-down mattress with a breathless groan of relief.

She's even more glorious than I'd imagined sprawled out thus, all that flawless golden skin and womanly curves fully on display. And who else to share it with than my friend, Carlos.

He steps into the bedroom and slowly takes off his clothes, his eyes never leaving Nancy’s naked, glorious body. His cock is as solid as a bar of steel, extended in front of him, with pre-cum dripping from the tip.

Holy fuck!

Nancy glances at him and the look of amazement on her face makes me cough out in laughter. I get eagerly out of my clothes and join Nancy in the bed, with Carlos settling down on the couch, watching us intently while slowly stroking his cock.

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