Page 153 of The Nanny Goal

Fuck.

Fuck.

That. Feels. Incredible.

And then she swallows, her little tongue convulsing against the underneath as she takes a third of me into her mouth, and that’s too fucking much. Just that. I spill into her mouth, pushing my cock over the mess I’m making, fucking into her even though it’s too late, I’m already throbbing my release on her tongue.

Into her willing, gulping mouth.

"Mmmm." There has never been a more pleased sound.

I’m about to pick her up and kiss her mouth, wanting to taste myself on her tongue, when there’s a knock at the door.

“Room service,” a porter says on the other side.

Emery slides around me and bounces to her feet, patting me on the ass.

I’ll let you get that,” she whispers.

I put my dick away and zip up, then answer the door and accept the tray I ordered in case she was hungry, either now or later.

When I turn around, the door to the balcony is open.

I set the tray on the desk, then turn off the lights, giving us as much privacy as possible out on the balcony.

Doesn’t stop her white dress from standing out against the dark like a forbidden beacon. The skirt flutters in the wind as she leans against the railing, looking out at the city.

I wrap my arms around her from behind and press a kiss to her temple. “Your turn.”

She smiles at the millions of people around us who have no idea she’s about to get railed in this pretty little sundress. “Out here?”

“If you want.” My hands slide down her waist, gathering the light fabric of her dress in my hands, until my fingertips reach bare thighs—and quickly discover she’s not wearing anything underneath the innocent white cotton.

I groan.

“I want,” she whispers.

“Tell me you didn’t walk here without any panties on.”

“I took an Uber.”

I growl and cup her bare cunt possessively. She’s so hot between her legs, and I’m the only one who gets to hold her like this. “I should have met you at your apartment.”

“And blow your curfew?”

“I’m a grown-up.”

“You need to be the starting goalie tomorrow night. Imagine getting scratched because you were out getting laid.” She laughs, but it dies into a sigh when my fingers push between her pussy lips and find her very, very slick.

“Did swallowing my cock make you wet, sunshine?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Say it.” I press my face into the side of her head. “Give me more of that filthy dirty talk you practiced in this beautiful mind of yours when we weren’t together.”

She lifts her arms and anchors them behind my neck as I settle my fingers against her clit and start circling that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Sucking you got me so turned on. I want you to touch me out here,” she says. “Where anyone could see. Where I need to be…quiet.”

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