Page 60 of Bad Nanny

He twisted his fingers inside me, and he leaned in and bit right where he’d smacked me.

“Please,” I breathed out, rolling my hips back against his hand, seeking relief. “Gabriel...”

“So needy,” he murmured before removing his fingers and standing up. “I think you’re ready for my cock.”

“Yes.”

With one swift move, he thrust into me from behind, his hand covering my mouth as I tried to cry out.

“You still want it hard and fast?” He ground his hips into me, giving me a moment to adjust to his size. “God, you’re so tight.”

I mumbled my response through his hand, and he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into me. Witheach thrust, he seemed to go deeper, his piercing rubbing in just the right way.

“Brace your hands on the edge of the counter.” He walked back a few steps, taking me with him.

I grabbed onto the edge as he uncovered my mouth and reached around to find my clit. His fingers were relentless, and my legs started to tremble with my impending orgasm.

“That’s it, Josie,” he said through gritted teeth. “Let go for me.”

His hips pistoned harder, and his fingers somehow moved even faster, and I shattered, clenching around him as I came.

“Fuck!” He buried himself deep, his release filling me.

Just when I was about ready to collapse to the floor, he slid out of me and lifted me onto the counter, dropping to his knees again.

“What are you...oh my God.” He pushed his fingers back into me as his mouth latched onto my clit.

My body was still sensitive from my climax, and every touch of his mouth and fingers sent shockwaves through me.

I arched into him, grabbing at his hair as he hummed around my clit and curled his fingers inside me. In no time at all, I was teetering on the edge all over again.

“I can’t . . . it’s too much . . .” My voice shook with the effort to speak.

“Yes, you can,” he growled against me. “You can take it.”

He slid in a third finger while keeping up his relentless pace with his tongue. The shock of it had me hanging on the edge of my second orgasm.

“No . . . no . . . I can’t . . .” I stammered.

But I could, because a moment later, I fell over the edge,my legs tightening around his head and his name a strangled sob. He didn’t stop until I practically had to shove him away.

“How was that?” He sounded quite pleased with himself as he licked his lips.

I didn’t trust myself to speak. Instead, I nodded, still trying to regain my breath. Gabriel gave me a satisfied smirk and kissed my forehead, gently pushing a few stray locks from my sweaty face.

He turned on the faucet and grabbed a washcloth from one of the drawers. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I managed to gasp out. “Give a girl a minute.”

He put his hand under the stream of water before wetting the washcloth. “You’re quite the mess in the morning.” He softly ran the warm cloth between my legs.

I felt more exposed than ever but resisted the urge to close them. “And whose fault is that?”

“This pretty little cunt’s.” He leaned down and kissed it. “Ready for breakfast?”

I leaned back against the mirror. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stand for a while.”

“Take your time. I still have to cook it.” He reached down and grabbed my discarded clothes, setting them on my lap.

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