Page 90 of Nanny for the Firefighter

“Mmm, Songbird. I could just eat you up.”

She lets her knee fall to the side. “Please do.”

Chuckling slightly, I make sure to get that damn bra out of the way before I lower down between her legs and pull her panties to the side.

Bridget glistens, already so wet for me, and I flick my eyes up to her briefly, just enough to watch her head fall back as I extend my tongue and swipe it through her slit.

A delightful moan bleeds from her, and I get to work enjoying myself, making sure to leave no area of Bridget’s tasty pussy untouched.

Before long, she’s mewling against her fist as she fights to keep the volume down, her thighs squeezing around my head. I reach up with my hand, sliding two fingers inside her.

“That’s it, baby. Sing for me.” Bridget whimpers as I press in, thrusting my fingers in a quick rhythm. “Goddamn, you feel so good. The way you’re squeezing my fingers.”

Finding her G-spot, I rub into the sensitive bundle of nerves, and Bridget’s hips soar up. I know she’s close, and I want to taste it when she comes.

Pressing her back down to the bed, I keep lavishing her with powerful strokes as my mouth descends on her once more.

She’s so slick, and I lap up everything my sweet Songbird has to offer, not stopping for a single second. Everything right now is about making her feel good—making her feel loved.

The thought strikes me, and I nearly lose my rhythm, but who am I kidding? Probably only myself because, of course, I love her.

I’ve loved Bridget since the moment I knew love existed at all.

This isn’t the time for all that, though. We haven’t even taken our dating public.

For now, I’m just going to make Bridget feel it in her bones, this silent confession delivered through one spicy act of service.

“Mason!” Even around her fist, the cry rings out, and I have to smile.

Mia is well down the hall, and the kid can sleep through fireworks. We’re fine.

As she comes, I suck on her clit, pumping in and out of her pussy quickly. Bridget falls apart, her hands threading through my hair.

It’s beautiful.

After a moment, she’s huffing and puffing, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch it.

“So good, baby.” I claw up her body, positioning the head of my cock at her entrance. “But I’m far from done with you.”

Chuckling lightly, Bridget slings her arm over her misty forehead. “Oh, shit. Mason, I?—”

I sheathe my erection deep inside her, bottoming out as I rock my hips forward in a quick thrust. Bridget grips my shoulders, arching.

“Fuck!”

“Such a dirty mouth, Songbird.” I circle my hips, grinding the head of my dick against her. “But you do sing so beautifully.”

Her legs wrap around my hips, and we lose ourselves in the fabulous dance of give and take. Bridget’s pussy grips my cock, and I groan as my eagerly approaching orgasm burns in my shaft.

It’s bliss, and Bridget rides my thrusts, moving her sensual body along with me. Planting one hand on the bed, I use the other to grip her breast, squeezing her nipple between my fingers.

Bridget yelps softly, and I give the moment everything I have, pistoning into her hard and fast.

“Don’t stop. Oh, fuck. Yes. That. Right there.”

The words tumble from Bridget’s lips, and I am happy to do as asked. I keep going unfettered by exhaustion, too consumed with pleasure to think about anything else.

I roll her nipple between my fingers, then switch things up just enough to keep this moment going. I want to sink deeper, after all, so I hoist Bridget’s legs up over my shoulder and drive in at the new angle.

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