Page 127 of Nanny for the Firefighter

“Goddamn, Bridget. You were so incredible today.”

Mason’s voice is low and husky, the lust we’re both feeling bubbling higher and higher.

“I didn’t do much. The evidence spoke for itself.”

“It was everything. You were brave,” he kisses up the inside of my thigh, “and strong and brilliant.”

Every word is punctuated with another kiss as Mason moves closer and closer to my core. I’m already going wild from the teasing touches, and the compliments are just making it worse.

I’m blushing. I know it, and even now, it’s so hard to hear Mason’s kind words and accept them.

“I’m just glad—” he nibbles playfully on the inner corner of my hip, and I hiss. “Ugh, dammit. You’re making it very hard to concentrate on my words.”

I giggle, and Mason looks up at me with a devilish grin.

“Should I stop?”

Craning my head up off the mattress, I glare at him. “Don’t you dare.”

Mason smirks all the more and then descends back down between my thighs. My head falls back as he swipes up my seam in one long lick, and I whine when he pulls back and blows across my skin.

My nerves go haywire, the sensation too much and not enough simultaneously. I want so much more from Mason, and it is so difficult to keep myself quiet right now.

With serious pressure, Mason keeps my legs spread wide as he teases me, licking just to blow or hovering his mouth over me and letting his breath wash over my skin.

I fight against his hold, trying to pull my legs closed to ease the frustration that burns through my veins.

It’s no use, of course, and I don’t really want him to stop.

“Mason,” I moan breathlessly, and he actuallykissesmy seam, the delicate touch making my nerves cry out.

“Ugh!”

“Ah-ah,” Mason drawls, “you need to keep that pretty voice down, Songbird.”

Mason reaches up my body, his arm smoothing between my breasts, and presses his fingers to my lips.

I’m already so close that when Mason finally slides his tongue between my folds, circling my clit with it, I buck against his mouth, biting down on his fingers to keep myself from screaming out.

He doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, but then again, he never does. Mason is always teasing me to the point that Icannotstop myself from clawing and biting and squeezing him in one way or the other.

Wetness glides over my thighs as my arousal builds, and Mason is quickly using his other hand to open me up for him.

“Uhh, Mason,” I groan around the bite I have on his fingers.

He pulls back, blowing again before saying, “That’s it, precious. I want you to ride my tongue with that pretty pussy.”

Mason never leaves me disappointed when it comes to dirty talk, and when he’s plunging his tongue back inside me, I am happy to honor his wish.

Rocking my hips back and forth, I hunt for more sensations, more of his tongue and lips cloying pleasure from me so easily. It works perfectly, and the sensations tingle in my clit as my climax draws closer.

The slippery goodness makes my brain go fuzzy, and then Mason’s fingers hook inside me, immediately finding my G-spot.

I clamp down around him as he thrusts me right over that edge. The orgasm claims me from head to toe, scrambling my brain and making me moan unabashedly around his other hand.

Mason continues until I’m a trembling mess, and the release has backed off. But I know he’s nowhere near done with me.

As he crawls up my body, his cock goes straight to my dripping entrance, sliding in effortlessly. Mason circles his hips, taking my body to the edge of pleasure again.

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