Page 91 of Nanny for the Firefighter

Bridget’s moans are nearly ceaseless at this point, and I’m very close to coming myself. I sink in, thrusting my cock as deep as I can before giving a quick jut forward with my hips.

She cries out, gripping the sheets on either side of her hips as I strike up a thundering pace.

“Mason, oh God, Mason, I’m going…”

The words drift away as she comes, her pussy clamping down on my shaft and demanding my orgasm with her own.

I grunt low as I feel myself right on that edge. I can barely think, but I manage to pull back from her just enough so that as my spend rockets out of me on the release, I can coat Bridget’s pretty pussy in it.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, stroking myself through the last seconds of my release. “That’s so good, precious.”

The moment stretches on until we’re both useless, raggedly breathing, and boneless.

“That was…” Bridget sighs, a tiny laugh breaking free. “Amazing.”

I lean over from where I’ve collapsed onto my side, kissing her cheek. “It fucking was.”

She giggles, letting her head fall to the side so that her forehead lands right on my lips. The silence is welcome and relaxing, and I know we’re both moments from falling asleep.

“We should clean up before we pass out.”

Bridget hums, nodding against me. “We should. I just…I don’t know if I can stand.”

Smirking, I crack an eyelid to see her sleepy face, grinning with her eyes closed.

“I got it.”

Scooping her up, I carry Bridget to the bathroom through several adorable squeals, and in a few moments, I have the shower running and heating up so that we can wash off together.

We make the clean-up session quick, too tired to want to drag it out. When we’re clean, I turn off the water and wrap Bridget in a towel.

“Ride back?”

I hold out my arms, offering to give Bridget a lift to the bed. She blushes, her cheeks that delightful pink color, but is quick to nod.

“I’m surprised I’m not too heavy, but I won’t turn it down.”

Narrowing my gaze at her, I gather Bridget up in my arms, getting her settled between them easily.

“Enough of that. You’re fine. You’re better than fine. You’re amazing.”

Bridget smiles, and I get us over to the bed and tucked in. Who needs pajamas, right? Definitely not me when I plan to do this all over again when we wake up.

Quiet fills the space of my room, and I hold Bridget pressed to my side, ready for sleep.

Squeak.

“Did you hear that?” Bridget asks, her voice thick with tension.

“Yeah, probably just the house adjusting. Get back to sleep.”

But her expression is way too panicked for just a strange noise. I cock my head as I run my hand over her cheek.

“What’s wrong? I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“I just…could you check? I’m sure I’m just being crazy, but, umm…”

The words drift away, but there’s nothing subtle about the look on Bridget’s face. She’s terrified about something, and as much as she’s trying to keep her expression neutral, I can tell she’s truly scared.

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