Page 33 of Nanny for the SEALs

“Ohh, harder,” she moaned, tossing her hair back. “Don’t stop.”

I gave the woman what she wanted. My hands drifted up to the perfect globes of her ass and I crashed my cock into her again and again. She was tight, so tight, clenching my shaft with a finger-like grip.

“You like it hard?” I gritted out.

Sweat beaded on her temple as she smirked back at me. “Don’t be so gentle.”

Oh, this girl is feisty all right.

I grabbed a handful of her hair, tightened it in my grip, and thenpulled. Not too hard—just enough to arch her back and remind her who was in control. She responded with a shuddering gasp, her inner walls vibrating with pleasure around my girth.

Yeah. She liked that, all right.

I kept enough pressure on her hair while fucking her doggy style on the hotel bed. I was going as fast as I could now, bottoming out with every frenzied stroke. My body was in control now, urging me on with primal desire rather than conscious thought. The only things that existed were me, and Heather, and my cock, and Heather’s pussy.

“I’m…” I managed to say in between breaths. I was panting, now. “I’m. So. Close.”

My fingers tightened around her ass cheek, one final grip before I lost control. But Heather gazed over her shoulder at me with a sparkle in her eye.

“Come on me,” she begged. “I want you to comeonme.”

I released the grip on her hair and she fell forward on the bed. Like a dance we had choreographed, both of us sprang into motion with urgency: she spun over onto her back beneath me, and I tore the condom off and straddled her chest. She grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing me the way I had just been squeezing her, and she gazed up at me through her eyelashes with unrestrained desire.

Her breasts heaved with each breath as I took hold of my shaft, but I was already over the edge and soaring toward a toe-curling abyss. I stroked myself twice and then exploded, sticky-white come shooting from the tip and landing all over her perfect skin.

I roared with pleasure as she drank in the sight of me. She made a noise that was part gasp, part moan as I unloaded onto her chest, rope after rope covering her breasts until my ballsachedand could give her nothing more.

This time it was Heather who grabbed a handful ofmyhair. She pulled me to her lips in a deep kiss that lasted so long I was already softening when we finally pulled away, panting and out of breath.

“I feel like a birthday cake,” Heather said. “First came the chocolate, and now theicing.” She gave her chest a burlesque-like wiggle.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I grabbed a napkin from the ice cream bar and wiped the mess off her skin. “Ireallywanted to come on your feet. But you kink-shamed me during the interrogation yesterday, so I knew that was out. I’m not Idris Elba, after all.”

She sat up on an elbow and gave me a sexy half-smile. “I’d let you do that to me.”

I tossed the napkin in the trash and laid on the bed next to her. “I was only joking. But I’ll gladly come on your chest, if that’s your thing.”

Heather shrugged. “Condoms break. I just wanted to be safe.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Not on the pill, huh?”

“Oh, I am,” she said with a wink. “But I’ve heard stories about sailors going from port to port, sticking their dicks in any hole they can find. And as beautiful as your manhood is, I have no idea where it’s been.” She punctuated it with a little tap on my crown.

I laughed and kissed her again. She had very kissable lips. “I never fooled around on shore leave the way a lot of guys did. I can assure you, I’m clean.”

She smiled softly. “I didn’t take you for that kind of guy. I knew you were clean. I really wanted you to do it on my chest so I could look into your eyes while you came.”

I hadn’t known Heather very long, but I could tell she was the kind of woman who joked about everything. It was her defense mechanism. An act she put on to keep people from getting too close.

But for a few seconds there, she dropped the act. When she said she wanted to look into my eyes while I came? That was the real Heather. I only caught a glimpse, but that was her.

And I loved what I saw.

“Have you made up your mind yet?” I asked.

“About whether I’ll let you come on my feet?” She waggled her palm up. “I’m undecided.”

I laughed and said, “About the nanny job.”

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