Page 35 of Military Daddies' Nanny

"Christ, you're perfect," I rasp in awe. Nancy gazes up at me with those brilliant green eyes dark as sin, licking her lips as her hands roam over my chest and biceps almost reverentially.

"Then take me," she breathes, squeezing my forearms purposefully. "Take me hard, Nate… make me yours..."

I shake my head. “Not yet.” I kiss her softly on the lips setting her gently on her back. The feel of her skin makes me burn with desire, and I grab a handful of flesh to convince myself this is not just some vivid dream.

I part her legs and kiss her inner thighs, my hands covering every inch of her supple body in slow, circular motions. Her soft moans crest sweetly over me, and my cock bulges violently.

Sniffing deeply, I bury my nose in her watery sweetness. Her thighs twitch uncontrollably, and her sharp fingers score the flesh on my back. Slowly, I run my tongue through her wetness, applying pressure on her clit.

“Fuck, Nate,” she gasps. “Fuck me.”

I chuckle. “Not yet.” I lap greedily, working my tongue in practiced rhythms. I move with her, keeping pace with little difficulty and keeping her from any sort of reprieve from the sexual stimulation.

Carlos eases out of the couch and saunters over to the edge of the bed. He kneels beside Nancy’s head, his hardness inches from her face.

She grabs it firmly, the veins pulsating in her grip. Slowly, Carlos eases it into the back of her throat. Emptying my mind, I throw myself wholly into the moment.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Carlos grunts. “Suck the shit out of that dick. You know you want it.”

Nancy responds with a choked gag, and Carlos takes his massive cock out of her mouth. Before she can process, I stick my fingers into her sopping center, searching for her sweet spot.

Her moans are so loud, I’m worried the whole building can hear her. Surprisingly, I don’t care. Nancy’s back arches and she squeezes her eyes shut, her fingers clutching the sheets desperately.

“That’s it Nancy,” I whisper in encouragement. “Let it out.”

I’m expecting it, but the torrential flow as she orgasms still surprises me. Nancy twitches, her legs spasming uncontrollably. Carlos whips out an arm, and the next thing I know, Nancy’s bent over, with Carlos a hulking figure behind her.

He stoops down to kiss her on the side of her head, the only gentleness he has shown her the whole afternoon. He guides his shaft slowly into her, grumbling pleasantly at the sweetness between Nancy’s legs.

The sight of her round, fat ass thrust up in the air fills me with burning lust, and I settle on watching Carlos dish it out to her while I stroke myself to the sight and sounds.

Carlos, ever the brute, slams into Nancy so hard that the sound of his thrusts ricochets around the walls of the room. With every superhuman thrust, he utters a string of filthy obscenities, alternating between spanking and grabbing her ass.

Her cries wash sweetly over me, and I shut my eyes, moaning softly as I increase the pace of my strokes. A hand grabs my cock and my eyes shoot open in surprise.

It’s Nancy, thank goodness, and she’s bent over my cock. Without preface, she takes me into her warm, wet mouth. Stars explode in my vision, and time stops as she fastens her mouth around me.

Time stops, and everything around me falls away. Everything but Nancy, and her wonderful mouth doing beautiful things to my member.

With a possessive growl rumbling in my throat, I pull her forward and away from Carlos and then situate myself in the cradle of her hips. I pant like a ravenous wolf, my aching cock dragging through her slick, swollen folds.

Nancy cries out softly at the sensation, arching up into me wantonly as I grind against her. I can already feel our combined arousal starting to slicken the way, but I still pause to lave hot, open-mouthed kisses down the elegant column of her throat as I prepare her further, circling that swollen bundle of nerves at her center until her legs are scissoring restlessly at my sides.

Only once she's a panting, incoherent mess of overwrought need beneath me do I finally relent, latching my mouth over her pierced nipple as I sheathe myself to the hilt in one hard thrust. Nancy's back bows off the mattress as I impale her to the root, aharsh keen tearing from her throat that I instantly swallow with a searing kiss.

She's sublime like this—quivering and mindless with rapture, her lush body bowed and yielding so sweetly around my possession of her. I relish every gasp and whine as I set a ruthless pace, rocking into her welcoming depths over and over until we're both slick with sweat.

My name falls like a litany of prayer from her lips between breathless mewls and cries of bliss. The raw, visceral completeness of finally being joined with this woman in such a primal way after weeks of foreplay and simmering tension is nearly enough to undo me right then.

Somehow, I manage to stave off my release just long enough to hear the first tendrils of Nancy's orgasmic rapture rising up in a sweetly piercing crescendo. She bucks beneath me, locking her legs in a vise around my hips as she shatters apart with a series of throaty wails muffled against my mouth.

The wild contractions gripping me in scorching velvet friction prove to be my own undoing. I follow her over that blissful precipice with a guttural roar, emptying myself in long, pulsing spurts as ecstasy whites out my vision in bursts of pure sensation.

My vision swims momentarily and in the back of my mind, I hear Carlos explode into laughter and let out a string of curses in his native tongue.

I look up to find him deep inside Nancy again, hammering into her with frantic, scary thrusts that have her moaning and tears streaming down from her eyes.

“You…both had yours,” he huffs. “I got to get mine too. It’s only fair.”

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