Page 77 of Alpha Wolf's Nanny
“Oh God,” she nearly wept, “oh God! Oh, God, oh GOD!”
He chuckled, the vibration rippling up her spine, and her fingers tightened in his hair.
“Don’t stop,” she said, “don’t you dare stop.”
“I have no intentions of stopping,” he said, grinning up at her, his lips slick and shiny with her arousal, “not ever.”
He redoubled his efforts, and her back arched off the bed. He had done this to her before, back when they first slept together, but this was different. Hungry. He was devouring her like he was a man starved. Like he could truly stay worshipping her for eternity.
She came hard, wailing out her orgasm, her hips bucking insistently against his firm hold. He rose, kissing up her body, capturing her lips. She could taste herself, tangy and musky, mixed with a flavor that was purely him.
As his mouth ravaged hers, she reached down, grasping the thick length of him in her hand. He hissed, every muscletensing, as her thumb swept over his head. There was a small bead of moisture there, thick and viscous, and she swept it down his length. He shuddered, his face falling into her shoulder, his hands braced on either side, pinning her down.
“Cassie,” he groaned as she pumped up and down the length of him, “you’ll be my undoing.”
The words pleased her more than she thought possible, and she moved with greater speed, careful not to grip too tight, in awe that she could have such a powerful, strong, dominant male completely under her spell. It made her feel powerful, sexy, in control. She wanted more.
It was only because he let her that she flipped them over, her hand still working his length. He kissed her, deep and intense, and she pulled back with a mischievous grin.
When he realized what she wanted to do, he moved to stop her, but she batted his hands away. She wanted to do this. Wanted to give him the same pleasure that he had given her. Wanted to feel him trembling and shaking from whatshedid to him.
Carefully, she slid down his body, exploring the hard planes of his chest as she did. If he weren’t so warm, she would have thought he was cut from marble.
When she reached his hips, she stared at his manhood with barely concealed curiosity. She had seen it before, of course, but not up close like this. It was hot and heavy, pulsing in her hand, musky-smelling in a way that made her core clench and her center moisten even more.
Tentatively, she flicked her tongue over its head, and Felix’s eyes shuttered close with a growl. Bolstered by his reaction, she took him into her mouth, careful to tuck her lips over her teeth, and sank down. She could barely make it halfwaybefore her throat started to constrict. He was so massive, so she used her hands to help as she bobbed up and down.
With one experimental twist of her tongue along the firm ridge on his cock’s underside, Felix swore suddenly, his hips bucking up, his hands gathering her hair as gently as he was able. She grinned around him, repeating the motion again, delighted at the pure, masculine grunts pouring from him.
She was just beginning to find her rhythm when suddenly he pulled her up, flipping them back over and pinning her to the bed with the sort of heated savagery that made her limbs turn to jelly.
“Any more of that,” he said, his eyes dark and stormy, “and I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“Then don’t,” she replied cheekily, leaning up to kiss him before settling back and biting her swollen lip.
His eyes watched her suck the flesh into his mouth, and he made a sound that was more animal than man.
“You don’t know how hard I’m trying not to take you up on that offer,” he finally said, “but I’ve got something I’d much rather do.”
He punctuated his words with a powerful thrust of his hips against her, rubbing his cock through her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal. She gasped, hands scrabbling at his shoulder, thighs falling apart.
“You’re still on the pill?” he asked as he moved his hips, lining himself up with her entrance.
“Yes,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around him, urging him closer towards her.
“Excellent,” he said, before driving forwards, pushing into her warm heat.
She let out her own animal groan as she stretched around him, her sensitive flesh able to feel every small movement, every inch. His forehead fell to hers, and their breath mingled as he pushed further and further still, until Cassie was so full that she thought she might fall apart.
And then he began to move. Rocking into her, picking up speed, each thrust careful and measured yet enough to drive her wild.
He was being careful with her; she could sense it. Treating her gently. While she appreciated his concern for her physical well-being, she needed more. She needed it hard and rough. She needed him to claim her entirely, so that she could know that she was utterly his.
“Harder,” she panted, scraping her fingernails down his back.
He grunted, kissing her. “But you—”
“I don’t care,” she said, “I need you to fuck me harder!”
