Page 58 of Nanny for the Firefighter

“It’s nice to know I haven’t lost my skills.”

A shy chuckle escapes me, and I look down at Mason as he licks over my nipple, clenching my thighs.

“You have not.”

This is just too damn incredible, but I don’t want to be in my head, so I focus on the way he feels, the way he can pull pleasure from me so effortlessly.

Taking one more nip on my nipple, Mason straightens and then sinks lower, reaching for the waistband of my shorts.

Together, we get them off, and again, I’m greeting Mason with just the most ridiculous sight.

He smirks down at me. “Cute.”

“Shut up. I didn’t know I’d be…”

Mason just continues with that devilish smile and runs his fingertips across my heart-striped panties. I whimper, arching my back and pushing up into his touch.

I know I’m already so wet, and then Mason dips a finger inside past the cutesy cotton fabric.

“Oh, fuck, Mason.”

He slides his other hand around the back of my neck, pulling me toward his lips. I’m forced to arch even more, thrusting Mason deeper.

And he slides in another.

“Ugh,” I groan against his lips, and then he pulls back, smirking.

“Do you like that, Songbird?”

I nod vigorously. “Oh, God, yes.”

This is everything that I’ve been thinking about for ages, and I ache for Mason to be inside me.

I ride his fingers, working myself right to the edge of an orgasm.

“Damn, precious. You’re so tight and warm.” Mason’s kisses across my neck. “Tell me. Do you regret leaving? Did you want this?”

Mason plays with me quicker and quicker, and I am so close to falling apart on his hand.

More, I know the answer immediately. I’ve wanted this forever. I’ve always wanted to be all his.

“Yes, Mason. Yes. Oh, please.”

The confirmation spurns Mason on, and vocalizing the truth lights up my nerves like a bolt of electricity.

Mason twirls his fingers inside me and finds my clit with his thumb. It’s enough to send me soaring over the edge, and I gasp as I come.

“Fucking hell, precious.”

Mason glides his fingers free, and in my haze, I watch him strip, losing the stuffy suit shirt and pants. He slides my panties down my legs.

“I need to hear you make that sound again. Ineedyou to sing for me.”

Practically leaping onto the bed, Mason yanks me to his lips as he drives his cock all the way home.

I squeak, and Mason groans, licking across my tongue as he squeezes my hips and begins thrusting.

He pumps hard and fast, sliding in and out of me in a delicious rhythm. I somehow manage to stay just quiet enough as he barrels into me, and my pussy clamps down around him as I’m rushed up to the brink again.

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