Page 63 of The Biker Needs A Nanny

I long to rip the soft cotton shirt over her head, and I reach for the hem. She doesn’t stop me, so I remove the bra as well.She’s gorgeous, like I knew she would be. I gather her to me and feel her bare breasts press against me.

Her arms go around my neck, and it seems like I’ve fantasized forever about this. I’ve waited longer to be with her than I’ve ever waited for any woman. Even Melanie and I had sex the first night I met her.

I don’t want to rush this. Grace deserves to be treated with care, especially since it sounds like she never has been. Everything inside me urges me to get her on the bed and under me, but I have to remind myself I need to go slow and take care with her. She’s not one of the club girls or some hang-around girl just after a patch.

With Grace, that patch is not enticing. It’s the damn opposite. For her it’s a big red flag—an obstacle I’ve had to get her to overcome her fear of.

I back her to the bed, and she drops on her ass, her head tilting, her attention super-focused on me. Her chest lifts and falls with her quickening breath.

When I thread my fingers through her hair, her eyes slide closed, and she turns into my touch, rubbing her cheek against my palm like a cat.

The urge to fuck her fast and hard is strong, but I fight it. I need to take my time. I’ve worked too hard to overcome her fear. I don’t want to blow her trust.

I drop to my knees and cradle her full breasts in my calloused hands, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moans, her head falling back and her mouth dropping open.

I pinch and tug on them and whisper in her ear. “So beautiful. So responsive to my every touch.”

Her breathing quickens, and she arches, thrusting her breasts farther up, begging silently for more.

My lips trail down her jaw and neck, to the indentation at her collarbone where her pulse beats beneath my lips. I can’t resistdoing what I longed to do when she wore that off-the-shoulder sweater.

I close my mouth over her tender skin and suck hard, knowing I’ll leave a mark. I want every man to see it; she’s mine now.

She moans a sexy fucking sound that has my dick pulsing and grabs at my shirt.

I help her, ripping it over my head, and then her hands are all over my chest and arms. She can’t get enough of touching me, and I have no intention of stopping her.

Lowering my head, I latch onto one nipple and then the other, giving them both the attention they deserve until her fingers thread through my hair, and she pulls me closer, like she can’t get enough.

“Lie back, angel.”

She does as I ask, and I work the fastening of her jeans, then pull them off, along with her panties. She’s completely naked, spread out on my bed, waiting, her chest rising and falling, her eyes watching my every move.

Her legs hang over the edge of the mattress, and I push her knees wide, my gaze on her pussy. “Are you wet for me, Grace?”

My palms slowly move up her inner thighs, and when my thumbs brush over her pussy lips she sucks in a ragged breath. Sheiswet, and I spread that wetness over those lips, seeking out that shy little clit hiding from me.

At the first stroke, she jerks.

“I’ll be gentle, baby,” I reassure her. “Got my word.”

Her legs tremble, but she nods.

Dipping my head, I drag the flat of my tongue in a long, slow swipe across her clit.

She stutters in a ragged breath, writhing on the bedspread, but doesn’t stop me.

“Such a pretty pussy you have, baby.” I dip my head again and lap at her clit, stroke after stroke. I use my thumb to dip inside her pussy, gather the flood of wetness, and use it to coat her clit. It glistens on her already swollen pussy lips.

“I plan to keep this pussy wet all night.” I slip two fingers inside. “My baby is tight and so wet for me. Goddamn, pretty girl, you’re hot as fuck.”

I brush my thumb over her clit, not letting up while I seek out her g-spot with my fingertips.

When I find it, her body flinches, and she thrusts her hips, begging for more.

I move onto the bed, never losing contact, and lean over her face. “Look at me, Grace.”

Her eyes open, and her pupils are dilated and so filled with desire. I hold her eyes while I fuck her with my fingers, my thumb not letting up. My touch is gentle, and I find a rhythm she responds to.

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