Page 22 of Curvy Nanny for the Cowboy

Molly shrugged and sighed as she relaxed against my chest. “It’s not as hard as you’d think, honestly. I was always a little overdeveloped, let’s say, as a girl. In my small town, people either hated my body and called me fat, telling me I’d be pretty if I just lost a few pounds.” She scoffed. “Or they assumed that my curves made mefast—that’s what they called it in my town. It was just a way to say that having hips and an ass meant I was sleeping around.” She laughed again and rolled her eyes. “As if my body type determined my morals.”

My hands bunched and curled into fists over and over at her words, making me so angry I wanted to track down every man in her life and beat the shit out of him. “That’s terrible.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “That made it hard to trust men, who it turns out are a little too eager about banging a virgin. When that happened, I walked away.”

My fingertips danced along her silky skin, and I couldn’t stop looking at her, flushed and satisfied in her post-coital glow. “That sucks that you had to go through that, but seriously, why me?” That is the part that I can’t understand even more than the fact that she’s been a virgin. Why would a beautiful young woman like her want a grumpy old bastard like me?

Molly smiled up at me like I was something special, like I was something other than a crusty old rancher stuck in his ways. “I like you.”

“Youlikeme?” It couldn’t be as simple as that. Could it? “Seriously?”

“Okay, truth time. When you opened the door the first day, it was like a double shot of lust pulsing through my veins, and I’d never felt that way before. I’d never just wanted to see someone naked so viscerally before, to lick a man from head to toe.” A pink stain flushed her cheeks, and she covered her face. “I didn’t set out to seduce you, obviously, but after that kiss in the pantry, I knew that I wanted you. When it was clear that you wanted me, I wanted to ask you for this, to be my first.”

Her words—so bold and brave, so visceral and honest—hit me like a triple shot of whiskey. “Thank you, Molly.” I leaned over and captured her lips again, kissing her because what the hell else was I gonna do when a woman like this spoke so honestly and freely?

The kiss went on and on, and she curled around me with a sensual smile. “Thank you, Colt. That was better than I ever imagined. Better than all of my romance books put together.” She sighed heavily and cupped one side of my face. “You were perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

“So, no regrets?” I couldn’t say why her answer mattered to me, only that it did.

Her smile brightened. “None at all. In fact, there’s something else I was hoping to try.”

I frowned, wondering what we hadn’t yet done that she was interested in. “What is it?”

She sat up, and her gaze raked hungrily over my body. “I want to taste you the way you did me. It seemed, I don’t know, like you were in control, so powerful, and I want to make you feel like that. I want to feel like that.”

I groaned at the eagerness in her eyes. “You don’t have to, Molly.” No man in his right mind would ever turn down a blowjob, but I didn’t want her to think she owed me a damn thing. “I did that because I wanted to, because I needed to taste your sweet pussy, and it was sweet.”

She moaned. “And I want to know how you taste. I want to know if pleasing you in that way will please me.” She shrugged, her confidence slipping for just a moment. “I don’t have to, but I want to, and if I’m bad at it, then you can tell me to stop, and I will. But you’re so thick and long, and I’m really curious. Really, really curious.”

My jaw clenched tight, and one hand fisted at my side, the desire to have her mouth on my cock so strong I could already feel it. “If that’s what the lady wants,” I said, relaxing onto my back, both hands propped behind my head and a smile on my face.

“It’s what she wants,” she repeated and wrapped one hesitant hand around my length. Her lips wrapped around the tip of my cock, and my hips bucked up into her mouth, deep enough that she gagged.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she moaned and gripped me tighter, taking my cock into her mouth and down her throat again and again. She moaned and groaned as she sucked me off, gripping my cock tight and licking me, slurping at my cock and taking me deep. Molly was eager and hungry, and it was a heady combination that kept my cock hard and my hips more than ready to fuck that lush mouth of hers.

“Molly,” I groaned as she gripped my thighs.

Her gaze met mine, and she smiled around my cock, taking me deeper and swiping her tongue along the underside of my sac.

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned and pumped my hips in long, slow moves while she held me tight and sucked my dick like it was her job, like she knew how much I loved it. “Molly.”

Her gaze met mine, and she smiled around my cock, taking me deep and then shallow, teasing me until my nuts tensed up, and I exploded in her mouth. She didn’t wince or back away; she kept smiling as she drank me down, and dammit, I thought I was in more trouble with this woman than I realized. “Yeah, that was hot. Like, really hot and empowering.”

I growled and flipped our positions, returning the favor until there were tears in her eyes, and she gripped my hair so tight it stung before she collapsed in a sweaty heap, a giant, well-loved smile on her face.

I stared at her smiling face, memorizing every bit of that smile from the way the corners of her mouth quirked up to the way her eyes crinkled at the corners and the green sparkled like a gem.

“So, so hot,” she whispered and drifted off to sleep curled against my chest.

Chapter15

Molly

Waking up with Colton’s strong arms wrapped around me was like a version of heaven on earth. He ran hot, which meant even when we collapsed in bed, too exhausted to pull up the blankets, it was still like sleeping against a hard, hot, muscle-y blanket. For weeks now, I had woken up in his bed and in his arms, and it was the most magical few weeks of my life.

It was like a sexual awakening, learning something new about myself and about him each night. Pushing my erotic limits with someone I trusted to take care of me, and boy did hetake careof me. And even better? Colton let me take care of him too. He wasn’t too macho to give himself over to my exploration, which ultimately meant his pleasure. “I need to get up,” I groaned and pressed a kiss in the middle of his chest.

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