Page 118 of Nanny for the Firefighter

And I welcome that.

“That’s it, Songbird.” Mason seats me down on his cock, which bottoms out until he’s nudging my cervix. “You feel so damn good, precious.”

Mason lifts me up, getting us both to standing. He circles around me, coming to the other end of the tub so that he can get on his knees before me.

Standing straighter, Mason slides his fingers into my pussy and sucks the needy bud of my clit into his mouth.

“Oh my God…” My words tumble out of me.

I come—hard.

The pleasure doesn’t back down as I watch Mason stroke his cock while his tongue and fingers take me to new heights.

A massive wave of sensation washes over me like a tsunami, and Mason laps up every bit of my release, moaning against me like he’s enjoying the most sinful dessert.

Legs trembling, Mason spins me around, and I feel his grip on my hips as he stands up behind me. How I’m supposed to take more is beyond me, but I need it.

There is still terror outside this room, and I need this—I need him—if I’m going to be able to take it.

Mason poises his erection at my entrance, and I grip the edges of the tub. I don’t want slow and steady anymore. I want Mason to fuck me.

And then he’s slipping inside me.

The strokes begin gradually and purposeful, forcing me to focus on the sensations that claim my body. The intensity is so much, and I moan as a needy sob tears from me.

Mason glides the ridges of his erection, particularly the head, back and forth inside me, and I can feel every damn inch.

His grip on my hips is iron, and to feel him claiming me, possessing me so thoroughly like this, cracks me open all the more.

I know he won’t abandon me. I know he willnevertreat me like Jai did.

Reaching around to my breast, Mason squeezes my nipple between his fingers, and my pussy flutters around his shaft. The slow pumps of his hips are powerful but not hurried, like he’s taking his time to enjoy this.

“Mason.” My eyes pinch shut, tears clinging to my lashes. “Yes, please. Don’t stop.”

“Never, Songbird.” In brutal thrusts, Mason sheathes himself deep just to retreat and do it all over again. “You are all mine, precious.No onewill take you away from me.”

My fingers go to my clit, smoothing over Mason’s cock as it disappears inside me. Feeling our connection like this fills the lingering hole in my heart.

Knowing he’s mine patches over the unhealed wounds of my past.

Water splashes to the floor, and lust-drunk words fall from my lips like the steaming liquid.

“Please!” I stroke myself harder, giving everything I have to Mason. “Harder. God,please, harder.”

The extraordinary sensations roar loudly, and the world drops away. All there is are the thrusts and the warmth and the water.

And then I fall apart around his cock.

Mason’s erection twitches inside me as he fills me up with his own release. The orgasm is everything, and I moan, the sounds echoing slightly in the intimate space that’s just for the two of us.

After a moment, stillness crawls back into the bathroom, and I’m so damn exhausted that I can barely stand.

Mason takes care of it, sliding back and cleaning us both up before scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to the bed. He bundles the covers around me, neither of us caring that I’m getting them a little wet, and I fall asleep.

It doesn’t last as long as I’d like however.

Something clicks or creaks downstairs, and I shoot up in bed, my heartbeat panicked. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I feel that same eerie, unsettling feeling of being watched.

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