Page 154 of The Nanny Goal

“Mmm. You better be quiet. Or someone might notice how pretty you get for me when you come.”

Her breath hitches. Her fingers dig into my neck.

“Can you be a good girl for me?” I ask against her hair.

“Yes.”

“That’s not quiet enough, Emery.” I push my fingers deeper, seeking her entrance.

She squirms and presses her lips together.

“There you go… Don’t cry out when I finger fuck you, okay? You have to swallow your horny sounds.”

She nods furiously.

I thrust two fingers into her tight channel. My thumb slides to her clit, and the rock of her body pushes her ass against my cock, which is thickening for her again.

“Are you taking your pills?”

She shudders and nods again.

“Because I’m going to fuck you out here. As soon as you come on my hand, I’m bending you over this railing and pushing my cock into you.” I grind against her. “Showing up without panties. Wet pussy. Leading me out onto the balcony…”

She whimpers.

“You are begging to get fucked.”

“Yes,” she bursts out. “I’ve missed you.”

“Then you’ll get me inside you.” I pull my fingers out and slap her pussy, loud in the night air, even over the traffic and noise below. “Even if people can hear us.” I shift her hips back, and she has to let go of my neck to fold forward, holding on to the railing. “Because I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

I flip her sundress up as she spreads her legs.

There’s never been a hotter sight than Little Miss Sunshine tipping her bare ass back at me, her slim, strong legs clad in black leather, the rest of her barely covered by virginal white cotton.

I growl, low in my throat, and curve over her back, tugging her bodice down. Baring her tits, too.

“These are mine,” I rumble in her ear as I fill my hands with her perfect handfuls. And I squeeze, because I can, because she’s mine and in my arms, and I never want to let her go.

“Yours,” she agrees, her nipples pebbling against my palms.

“Does the air feel good?” I thumb at one of the peaks as I curve my other hand back to her pussy.

“Mm-hmm.”

Her clit is standing strong now, straining for my fingertips. I flick it and make her jerk in the tight confines of my arms. “This is mine, too.”

“Everything is yours.”

“Everything?”

I unzip and free my cock.

Bend my knees and bring us together, notching my tip against her slippery cunt.

She pushes back, bringing her tightness around my dick, and we both moan at the same time.

“Why does that feel so good?” she whispers.

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