Page 36 of Bad Nanny

He moved one of my headphones a little and bit my earlobe. I shuddered, my eyes closing as he repeated his caress under my shirt over and over again.

“Do you want me to stop?” His breath tickled against my ear.

“No,” I whispered. My heart was beating so hard that I heard it in the one headphone that was still over my entire ear.

“Can you stay quiet?” He kissed the sweet spot right under my ear, and my entire body erupted in goose bumps.

“I, uh...” He grabbed the leg closest to him and brought it across his lap. “Quiet? Yeah.”

He smiled against my neck. “I don’t think you’re going to be quiet when I have my fingers buried deep in your cunt and my thumb is working your clit.”

Holy fuck.

With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down. “Can you be quiet?” he asked again.

“Can I?” I think I forgot how to speak as he pushed his hand inside my pants and cupped my pussy possessively. “Yes.” It came out as more of a hiss, and I rocked my hips, ready for him to touch me right here under the blanket.

By my usual standards, this was going too far for a first date. Yet it was also exactly what I wanted. And did it really count as a first date if we saw each other almost every day?

“You’re soaked. Fuck, Josie, I want this pussy so bad. All I can think about is you coming on my hand, my face, my cock.”

This man’s words were going to make me come without him even moving his hand against me.

The movie completely forgotten, I turned my head and our eyes met. His hot gaze made me feel like I was the only one in the world as he slipped his hand inside my panties and ran a fingertip down my slit.

“Gabriel.” I stifled a moan.

“So fucking ready for me.” His finger slid through my wetness, finding my clit and circling it gently.

I rocked my hips, and the hand that had been running along my side gripped my hip, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin.

His thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing in deliberate circles as his other fingers moved lower, finding my entrance. He pushed the tip of a finger in, teasing me as he moved it in and out.

“Please.” I grabbed onto his forearm as a delicious sensation began to build between my legs.

“Please what?” He ghosted his lips over mine before kissing along my jaw to my neck.

“Please fuck me with your fingers.”

And just like that, he thrust inside me and began slowly fucking me with his finger, adding another after a few strokes. He crooked his fingers, and I had to bring the blanket up to bite it, so I wouldn’t make any sounds.

I hadn’t heard anyone sit next to us in the other private area, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there.

His fingers picked up pace, the sound of my arousal loud enough to hear. I widened my legs more for him, my thigh brushing against his erection.

He groaned into my neck. “Do you feel how hard you make me, Josie?” He thrust his hips against me in slow jerks. “Can you imagine me filling your wet pussy, hitting you right here?”

His fingers pressed into my G-spot, and I shoved more of the blanket into my mouth.

“That’s it, baby, come undone for me.” His fingers thrust harder, and his thumb rubbed faster. “Come all over my hand, so I can suck you off my fingers.”

The visual of him doing that sent me over the edge. My eyes squeezed shut, and I pushed my head into the beanbag,my body arching toward his hand. I didn’t care who saw; for all they knew, I was having a good stretch.

A good stretch on Gabriel’s hand.

He kept going until I pulled at his arm, the sensations becoming too much. He stared down at me as he withdrew his hand from my pants and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean.

It was so incredibly sexy to watch him taste me. He pulled his fingers out with a pop and brought them to my lips. I opened, tasting the remnants of my arousal as I suggestively sucked.

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