Page 5 of Mr. Wolfe's Nanny

He chuckles at my stuttering and strokes himself slowly a few times. I’d think him a show-off but when you’ve got that much to show off…

“Look how hard you’ve made me. I’m aching for you, have been from the moment I laid eyes on you tonight.”

Like a switch has been flipped with his husky admittance, my lingering nervousness evaporates. I spring back up from my lounging pose and crawl over to the edge of the bed where he stands. I watch his eyes turn dangerously dark at the sight of me on my hands and knees before him in only my panties.

Eyes locked on his, I lick my palm and wrap it around his thick length while sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. He’s breathing heavily now and there’s little visible blue left with his pupils blown. I slowly take him into my mouth, never breaking eye contact. There’s so much of him and I’m no expert but I want to blow his mind.

My hand fists the base as my tongue swirls around his swollen head. Then, I slowly lick the full length of him, flattening my tongue along the underside of his dick before I work my way up to the tip, tracing the groove there. Then, I suck at the head again.

I give it my all. My jaw is going to be sore. More than my jaw will be sore before long if he manages to get this anaconda inside of me. I shove that little worry aside and focus on pleasing him, on making this good.

His panting grows louder when I cup his balls. His hands thread through my hair. “Fucking hell. You’re suck me so good, sweetheart.”

My pussy clenches at the endearment as well as the dirty talk. I hollow out my cheeks to suck him harder and I feel his balls tightening.

“No, not yet,” he growls, pulling me off of him.

A delighted squeal as he flips me onto my back. Then, he’s crawling over me, settling between my thighs. The dark, primal look in his eyes causes another wave of arousal to flood me. His hands grip my panties, whisking them away. Ordinarily, I might feel too exposed but there’s no way I’ll refuse what he’s so eager to give me.

He spreads me open, takes a long, languid swipe and savors it. “God, yes,” he murmurs as ifI’mdoinghima favor here.

His lips close over my sensitive nub and I know he’s definitely set on blowing my mind. He’s relentless with tongue, lips and fingers but then he pulls back before it grows to be too much. He’s devoted to this task as if it’s all about his pleasure and I’m only the happy bystander.

Pleasure coils up, humming through my body. He stretches me with a second finger and a third, the sweet burn causing that pleasure to unspool and bliss to surge through me. “God, you…” I wish I knew his name. I want to cry it out but I’m not calling him Clark Kent even if he is the Superman of pussy eating.

The fretting over his name becomes moot when he crooks his fingers just so inside me, blows on my clit and then sucks it again. I lose my mind, crying out unintelligible words of rapture in a pleasure overload. Wave after wave of satisfaction rolls through me and this man has me speaking in tongues unknown. What the hell and may I have more, please?

I’m staring up at the ceiling, blissful and blank, giggling randomly when his face comes into view hovering over me. “You’re going to give me a big head like that,” he says, chuckling before he kisses me again. I taste myself on his lips and, for once, I don’t feel self-conscious about it.

The crinkling sound of a condom wrapper draws me out of my sex fog. His cock’s so hard it looks painful as he rolls the condom on. Another flash of nerves over his size and my rather lengthy drought boils up but his hands are gliding through my thick hair with a gentleness which stirs me as his body covers mine.

“Start slow. Please?” I whisper, afraid of disappointing him now.

He doesn’t look disappointed. He smiles, the softest smile I’ve seen yet. “Slow,” he repeats.

He grips himself, carefully stroking his tip across my slit. His other hand rubs my knee, calmingly, as he keeps my legs spread. We both watch as he slowly pushes in. I give a shuddery gasp at the invasion as he hisses between clenched teeth, “Alright?”

I nod as I adapt to the intrusion. My fingernails curl into his biceps. I turn my head to the side and breathe deep.

“Look at me,” he says. “Let me see those beautiful eyes.” No one’s ever called my hazel eyes beautiful but he makes me feel like they are.

I look at him and smile tentatively. He goes slow and I’m soon meeting his tentative thrusts until the aching fullness changes from mild discomfort to burning pleasure.

“Christ, you’re fucking tight,” he murmurs once he’s himself worked all the way in.

A few more thrusts and building trust. His rhythm and angle are perfect. I’ve never been fucked this deeply in my life and I’m quickly coming to love it. “More now,” I tell him.

He doesn’t hesitate to comply but he doesn’t slam into me right away either. We build towards that and my moans grow louder with each evolution of our exploring.

His mouth finds my nipple again. I wrap my legs around his muscled thighs. “This feels… It's good. So good.” I’m not much of a talker in bed but I want him to know it. His lips quirk into a sexy, crooked grin and he picks up his pace.

“What do you like, sweetheart? I want you to come again.”

I flush even as his words, impossibly, make me that much more aroused. “I don’t know. I’ve never come without… being touched.” I trail off, uncertainly. I’ve never been asked what I like and never had the confidence to demand trying different things. I realize I want to do that. I want the chance to discover everything.

“Okay,” he tells me, having heard my words but unable to read my mind.

He pulls back enough to snake his hand between us, starts thumbing my clit all while his hips pick up speed. Oh my God. It’s like a stormfront building. I’m going to come again and I’m going to comehard.

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