Page 128 of Nanny for the Firefighter

“That’s my sweet Songbird. Ugh,” he grinds into me, his erection bottoming out, “that’s so damn good.You’reso damn good.”

“Fill me up, Mason. I want to feel you come.”

He lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me fiercely. As he does, my taste lingering on his tongue, his hips start up a punishing rhythm, and I wrap my legs around him.

It’s only moments before I’m seconds from coming again, his long shaft reaching impressive depths as he plows into me.

“Fuck,” I groan, whimpering as he presses all the way inside me and then keeps himself there.

“Yeah, baby? Is that what you need?”

He pulls back just to snap his hips forward, surging into my pussy until he’s nudging my cervix.

All I can do is nod as I whine and rock against him, hungry for more. In a flash, though, Mason grabs my legs and hoists them over one of his shoulders.

The angle lets him sink deeply with each thrust, and I reach for his hips, pulling him into me. I need it harder, so much harder.

Mason is happy to oblige.

Everything builds, the pleasure swirling into fucking outer space, and then I feel Mason’s thick cock swell all the more.

He twitches inside me as the orgasm takes him, and the warmth that floods me is enough to send me flying off into my own release.

That and the wonderful way his erection fills me so completely.

The moment stretches on, Mason’s release igniting my spirit for what feels like years. I can hardly believe how much he comes, and the thought is so deliciously sinful.

Eventually, the moment stills, and Mason helps me get my legs down to the bed. Still locked inside me, he lowers down and lays behind me.

We catch our breath, and I can feel his heartbeat against my back. The comforting rhythm soothes every inch of me, andfeeling him still inside me as we come down has become my favorite way to end things.

I know it’s his, too, and that just makes it all the better.

After a moment, I let out a long sigh, and typical thoughts about tomorrow start filtering back into my consciousness.

“I have to help Mom with getting her prescription tomorrow. I was thinking of taking her and Mia out to lunch afterward.”

Mason hums quietly behind me. “Mia will like that. She’s always happy to see Nani.”

Nani has become Mia’s name for my mother, which evolved from Nana, and it’s still so damn cute.

"She’s doing so much better. I’m…I’m just so thrilled the medications are working. Even if they are so fucking expensive.”

There’s a pause, one that stretches for long enough that I wonder if Mason has fallen asleep. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“I don’t think you can work as my nanny anymore.”

My stomach clenches as my heart rate kicks back up, and I look over my shoulder at Mason.

“I’m sorry? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mason and I haven’t really fought since we’ve been living together. Sure, we’ve had a few mild disagreements, but my brain sparks as I wonder if this is going to be our first actual fight.

Weird timing to fire me, bro.

“You can’t be working for me if you’re really my girlfriend. I should be helping to support you in any way I can, not making you work for it. So, you know, don’t worry about your mother’s medication. I’ll take care of it.”

My pulse is all over the damn place, and suddenly, I’m tearing up.

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